~Manor Of Malice~[T]

[♥~Malice~♥]

~Manor of Malice~
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Nestled within the Land of Waves, neither hidden nor readily visible, rests the "humble" estate of the White Queen. With it's elegant Victorian architecture, sophisticated landscape and undeniable charm, it's no wonder why the Lady established this place as her primary dwelling. But just like it's Mistress, there is something hauntingly sinister about the Manor. Whether it's due to sins of the past or present, there is a certain "forbidding aura" that the house projects. Many have discovered this residence, though few have had the fortitude to enter-- and those that did never left. What fate did those pitiful souls suffer? Just what is the "mystery" behind the Manor of Malice? Why, one only need ask the Lady herself...

Entrance Hall

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Should one dare to enter the Manor, a prodigious feast for the eyes would greet them. Marble floors(which are so immaculate that one can see their own reflection) sprawl outwards with a modest yet stylish design. Elegant dual staircases(decorated with oak handrails and expensive ruby rugs) are illuminated by a grand chandelier that gives the entire area an ethereal feel. The Entrance Hall alone is worth the price of admission, though it leads to the most precious part of the Manor-- the heart. At the center of the second floor is a short hallway which gives way to the Queen's room.

White Queen's Chamber

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Only the Queen's most reliable servants and favored visitors have entered this most sacred space, and it is all that one would expect for someone of nobility. The expansive ceiling is what first draws the attention of the eye, followed by the various archways and plush ivory carpet which has an almost supernatural softness. It is clear that no expense has been spared for the luxurious furniture which inhabits this sanctuary, each individual piece being the finest that money can buy. The central piece of the room is obviously the bed with it's silk sheets and gargantuan headboard. Enjoy your time within this paradise...for who is to say how long it will last.[/font]

[♥~Malice~♥]

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It was an uncharacteristically luminous morning in the poverty-stricken Land of Waves. The air was rich with vitality and tenderly caressed the weary, war-torn land like a mother would her child. A joyous symphony produced by the birds ascended to the heavens with such sincerity that not even the most callous soul could deny it. Waves was not known for lush forests and sparkling wildlife, but this area was unique. Dense malachite foliage littered the land, protected by soaring trees which frantically grasped at the firmament. Yes, the entity known as nature was awakening at a leisurely pace and her children were beginning their daily routines. In the midst of this was an expansive clearing which divulged the chic mansion known as the Manor of Malice. The fact that such a home existed within Waves was peculiar, but the clearing itself was also quite perplexing. Thirty meters of landscape surrounded the estate and separate it from the timberland, though this is not what was strange. What was bizarre was that the trees nearest to the clearing were actually leaning at a sixty degree angle away from the house, as though they were attempting to flee. Even more curious was that no animals ever passed said trees; even insects seemed to keep their distance.

Yet no one inside the Manor thought anything of it, though that was likely due to it's inhabitants having other concerns. A striking young male dressed in a posh butler uniform with a sable mane and ebony eyes had an expression of pure dread plaguing his countenance as he hastily scurried up the stairs and made his way towards the Queen's chamber. Upon arrival, he paused for a moment to regain his composure then proceeded to knock firmly on the door. "My Queen, I have news concerning your latest commission. May I enter?" He queried, voice dubious. "Ah, is that you, Akio? Do come in." A tantalizing soprano responded, and without delay the youth was within the room. With the door behind him closed, the man bowed deeply before gazing frontward towards a thin magnolia hued screen which was stretched between two lofty pillars. The only thing visible on the other side of it was a sultry female silhouette that was completely nude. To the left of the screen was an older gentleman who was currently sculpting a statue in the woman's honor-- her dorsum and backside to be exact. He was at an angle which enabled him to see her perfectly whilst everyone else was forced to leave it to their imagination.

"Well? What news do you bring?" The temptress articulated, form remaining stagnant. "We have received word that the man who was to paint your portrait was slain before he could reach his destination." Akio replied, trying his utmost to not antagonize the fallen angel. "How unfortunate." The woman cooed, the timbre of her voice sounding most vexed. "Alas, it is not the first time a man has failed to satisfy me. And if I am not satisfied, no one shall be." The ambiance of the room became abruptly oppressive to the point that both Akio and the sculptor felt as though their lives were being drained from them. "It's just as well. I will not require his services if this statue manages to capture my divinity. Leave us now." Akio promptly made his exit and closed the door behind him. Outside the room and relatively "safe", the curious male placed his ear to the door. It was now judgement time. The sound of supple footsteps could be heard and then the familiar voice of his Queen.

"Are you suggesting that my derrière is of a gargantuan disposition...?"

...

*THUD*

Akio exhaled as the sound of something around the size of a bowling ball collided with the ground. Yet another man had failed to satisfy the capricious monarch. "What a bother. Can no one capture my beauty? Akio, you are already aware of the routine. Off with you." Standing erect, the man rushed off to gather a couple of servants to help him with "clean up duty". Hopefully the next visitor would not inflict the wrath of Malice...

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I don't know why I happened by this place. Perhaps it was the establishment itself, massive in height and girth, its splendor utterly fantastic. Or, perhaps it was the indecisive chatter I had gathered during my track across the land of Waves.

Whatever the reason, being that I am a naturally curious creature, I decided to investigate. Carefully, I slithered from shadow to shadow; there was rarely a moment I was ever even revealed, despite the sun hanging high above me. Incognito is the best word to describe my ways as I came closer to monolithic building, until at last I pressed my ear to its hide. Considering where I was, the tender sounds of voices - so many, many voices - were clear to me. I discerned them all, picking and cutting those I deemed useful or unnecessary - that is how I found her.

The Queen's voice was sultry and seductive, fueling my already burning desire to explore the regions of this place. What's more, her commanding demeanor was of no aid to my quelling of the lust within me.

You have no idea how closely I listened, dissecting the bodies within the room. There was a servant, the Queen, and a artist-- a sculptor, though I would prefer to label him an imbecile. His failure to satisfy the Queen's desires was... tragic, to say the least. A massive 'boom' followed by the thud signaled only one thing: death. Now it was certain - I needed to meet her.

So, I began my plot.

As you can assume, entering the 'palace' uninvited was nothing short of child's play. All together, my clothes and items were stripped and placed away for safe keeping; I would need to find them after I'd finished my little game. Two hand seals were formed without thought - ram, boar - and in that instance my body disassembled; I lost shape, defined only by the translucent puddle of sentience that moved here and there.

All together, my liquid-like form pushed beneath the main door's frame and silently spilled into the foyer, viewing the two servants that had already gathered under Akio's orders. They were all ignorant of my presence, though I dared not have it any other way; the more idiotic and unreliable they were, the easier it would be for me to finally cradle the Queen's tender flesh. Already my mouth watered, savoring the taste I imagined it to have.

From an observers point of view, one can accurately describe my time within the mansion moreso as a predator than guest. Carefully, I moved among the shadows while eying my prey, sizing up both their physicality and competency. But servants are simple creatures, and with a brief distraction I had managed to lure one closer to me. Having let some of my own person "loosen", my puddle expanded until at last it was as if I were a spilled glass-- or glasses, for that matter --of water.

And it was in the moment that the servant attempted to strike me with a towel that I leap up and into her mouth, forcibly inserting myself deep within the chambers of her body. There was no struggle and my take over was practically instant, leaving a seamless transition from the body's kneeling position to an elegant, fully erect stance.

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Jelly Domination (Zerii Suru)
Rank: A.
Skill: Ninjutsu.
Effect: The user transforms their body into a small puddle of jelly which is able to move towards the opponent. The user then looks for an opening in the opponents body such as a wound or their mouth and enters their body. The user can now control the user’s body.
Special: Ram, Boar.
Drawback: The Ekitai must leave the body in 2 post or they will begin to loose body mass and eventually deteriorate within the opponents body.
Description: Once the proper handseals are made, the Ekitai is able to melt their body into a puddle, granting them fast and easy movement. They slide towards the opponent and insert their body through any opening they can find. Once this is done, they spread themselves through the opponent’s body, taking control of their muscles. While the victim is still able to comprehend everything that is happening, they are unable to take control of their own body.
Limit: Ekitai Bloodlimit. Must be in the D ranked Transitional Membrane state.

It was only then that I had noticed Akio, still whispering about the failures of those artistic fellows. Foolish.

Needless to say, I took advantage of the situation, using my knowledge of where the voice of the more dominant woman had come from. It wasn't necessarily difficult to find, and in a matter of moments I was upon it. Mm, yes... this-- creature --had served its purpose.

I forced both hands against the wall, and the forehead thereafter, smashing my container's cranium against the superior material. The result was obvious: the woman had been rendered into a state of unconsciousness, and being somewhat distant from the 'Queen's' room (edge of the stairs), would serve as an excellent distraction while I mingled with the company.

Exactly how I entered her body, my liquidated form slithered from her nostrils and opened mouth. Once complete, I continued toward the center room where I would, just as easily as I'd done earlier, seep into the room from beneath its door only to reform a mere handful of inches in front of it. My nude body glistened in the potent rays of light, the beads of crystalline adding a surreal glow to my already flawless sphere, devoid of unpleasantness such as armpit hair and the like. Honestly, one could've fashioned me a God had I the lengthy mane to support the fact.

My beauty, at that point, was astounding.

But alas, I could not let my ego linger too long, and with a flick of the wrist the Queen's door would be locked. "I have heard your request for an artist capable of capturing your divine and exquisite beauty, Queen." I gently cooed to the obscured vixen with a regal tone.

[♥~Malice~♥]

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Oh, such a woesome morningtide! How many so-called "artists" had been felled by diminutive digits? Would the quest to acquire an individual proficient enough to seize the Queen's Goddess-given pulchritude remain infinitely fruitless? And just where were her devoted servants? Being habitually punctual was one of their exiguous merits yet today they had deviated. It was evident that something had dictated their absence yet Malice paid it no heed. Utilizing this time, the ravishing deviant changed into a brilliant alabaster gown which celebrated her illustrious décolletage. Whilst in the process of enriching herself further by putting on luxurious jewelry, the recognizable sound of a door locking echoed within the serene chamber. Sapphire optics instantaneously assailed the now sealed aperture yet Malice's body continued its unperturbed movements and finished placing the jewelry upon her person. Of course, said aperture was currently concealed by a masculine figure that was now within the malevolent cleric's looming gaze.

Such absurdity! Who dared to enter the sanctum both uninvited and unannounced? Each of the Queen's minions knew what was required to enter her precious space and yet here before her was a "visitor". And then...an epiphany-- this person had infiltrated her home. That would explain both his unannounced arrival and why her servants had yet to return. Ah, but something else was amiss. How had he gained access to the room without first opening the door? Surely she would have heard him if he had done so. Curious, indeed. All that remained was the question of the day: what was his purpose? It was now that the man spoke, his majestic vocalization broadcasting that he had heard of her request for an artist. Velvety lips coiled into a most eerie grin; did he take her for an idiot?

"You have heard correctly, stranger. Though I sincerely doubt that is the reason for your most furtive arrival." The titillating form of the abstruse female leisurely revealed itself and stood to the left of the screen. With boundless tresses of sunlight married with scintillating diamond jewelry and a body sculpted by the Goddess herself, Malice appeared as though she had just stepped out of a dream and into reality. What greeted the "dream", however, was most...unexpected. "Oh?" An auricomous eyebrow elevated as eyes of azure gorged on a beauteous(and very nude) male. He was approximately four meters from her person yet no aspect of his body went neglected. Perhaps today wouldn't be so disastrous after all? Alas, no amount of allurement would allow the Queen to abandon her guard so there was only one task left to complete: question the intruder. "Might I ask your name, sir? And what is the purpose of your presence on this most "eventful" morning?" Malice's tone retained its usual enchanting properties and the pleasant expression upon her visage was genuine. But whether this was a positive element or otherwise remained to be seen.

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Oh, what beauty had stricken me! The absolutely gorgeous woman before me had done well to reserve the right of dismantlement to those incapable of properly portraying her beauty, for to do such would be amongst the most unforgivable of sins. Such tender skin hidden behind the lavish jewelry and silken fabrics; it was a foul taste in my mouth; the thought of her hiding such a lovely figurine, one that I could clearly see despite the obscuring, sunk my heart to depths deeper than the most infinite of seas. But alas, I had come to rectify the mistakes of those before me.

"My name, fair maiden, is of no consequence nor importance." I spoke leisurely. Moreso than most, I spent my thought on baring my intentions much like myself - nude. I was an addict for beautiful things; the lovely creations of the world fascinated me. I'd come to see her, and perhaps escalate her beauty by adding my own in the most heated of moments. Yet besides that, t'was her cry that I had come to answer. "I am merely an instrument - makeshift brush amongst this world," I paused to step closer to this delicious vixen, garbed as she was. "An artist."

Without pause nor hesitance I stepped over the corpse that lay sprawled at the floor, blood lapping against the edge of his mouth. The distance between us was relatively meager, and as such I would need to act quickly as a means to show my merit; each step I took toward her something within me changed, and in reaction the exterior of my 'container' shifted as well. With more than enough to cover as a "basis" for my subject, the Queen's figure would be mine in nothing more than a matter of seconds. Meters turned into feet, and feet turned into inches-- until at last, with my figure anew, I stood nothing more than a mere fraction of girth away from her. "And you are my canvas..."

Malice would not gaze upon a man's eyes, nor my gloriously nude body. No, instead she would find herself viewing an exact replica of herself-- every detail captured, from the jewelry to the most unnoticeable of flaws. Perhaps she would understand then - how I'd gotten into her establishment, let alone her personal chambers. Little did she know, the fun was just beginning... for myself, at least.

"Yet I need not know your name-- I enjoy naming my own masterpieces," I said in the same seductive, fluent voice she herself had spoken with a mere moment earlier. It was in these moments that I began shedding the clothing and jewelry, though apart of myself, watching as it clanked against the ground. T'was but a second later that the lavish, silken cloth pooled 'round my feet to expose the newly formed nudity-- which I attribute to my intensity of the oto release, allowing me exact details of her figure and sizes. The darkened silhouette was simply a tease. "I'll call this one beautiful. Yes, I like that name."

I awaited her response.

[♥~Malice~♥]

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The bewitching femme fatale stood mute yet conscientious as the bare-skinned male articulated his poetic deception. Why had he chosen to not reveal a name? Even a fraudulent one would have aided in quelling Malice's innate suspicion, if only by a fraction. After all, this was the man who had the gall to not only penetrate her Manor, but also her personal quarters. Such unbridled confidence meant he was either immensely puissant or immensely imbecilic. The White Queen fancied the former which only heightened her chariness. Cerulean orbs tenaciously observed the "guest" as he continued, now referring to himself as an "artist" which elicited a muffled yet provocative cackle. There were a myriad of "artists" in the world; even psychotic murderers could refer to themselves as such. But that begged the question: just what was his "art"?

As the cryptic gentleman proceeded towards her, chakra fluxed within Malice's anatomy as though it were waltzing to a symphony of the Damned. The paramount rule of the land was to "trust no one" and even the diva herself would not fracture it. Nevertheless, his metamorphosis was most uncanny. It was akin to a henge yet somehow more variegated. What type of ninjutsu was this? Or was it even ninjutsu to begin with? Genjutsu, perhaps? "Fascinating..." The lustful pythoness murmured, quite perplexed yet enthralled. Whilst inspecting the "mirror" that was a statuesque man just moments before, the corrupt priestess felt an unnatural elation. Her impeccable beauty...at last someone had seized it! The "mirror" then spoke with the very same timbre of its prototype before unceremoniously exhibiting all of its..."assets". Peering upon her own nude physique was no revelation; though the perfection of this imitation was astonishing. A sprightly yet ephemeral giggle embraced the area and before the sound could vanish within the atmosphere, Malice was already poised at the entrance to her sanctuary. What was the purpose of her actions? A simple test.

"You have a definite gift for mimicry. Alas, you have also committed a most heinous sin." A hauntingly mischievous grin graced the Queen's visage as she spoke, voice cheerful yet baleful. "You referred to me as both your "canvas" and "masterpiece". I am the property of no man, my dear-- least of which one that breaks into my home. That is to say, if you're even male." A brief pause before continuing. "Yet there is still hope for salvation. Due to you being able to capture my essence, I am willing to forgive your past transgressions. All I request is that you complete one simple task." Malice then outstretched her right arm towards her reflection in a fluid come-hither motion. "Become my pet. You will be well taken care of, I assure you." "Simple", indeed. Surely the Queen had more planned yet at the moment that was only known to her.

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I am a sinner, this I know. So when she spoke of having committed one, no matter the magnitude, you shouldn't find it as a surprise that I was certainly indifferent. Yet I found some interest in the words fleeing her lips thereafter, detailing the crime to my name; she was certainly dominant in her feminine existence, which only sought to fuel the lust growing inside-- I could feel my mouth watering beyond usual, threatening to breach my tender lips with its entirety. But I managed to sustain and swallow my neediness, maintaining the stoic expression I'd had since the moment of entering the room.

"To label my sex would be to contain my divinity," I replied to her remark once she'd finished her speech. "I prefer to be described as an abstract entity; a being capable of taking on any shape or size; an entity truly able to capture the beauty of any being and make it my own. Though I might take on the appearance of a man, generally, as you can tell it holds no ground to keep me from assuming a more female-esque figurine." I ran my hands over the bodacious curves of my body several times, allowing my deeper nerves to absorb the foreign sensations each new 'addition' brought me.

"Unfortunately," I added with a certain reluctance in my voice. "Much like yourself, I am property to no mortal--" I lied, a brief vision of Mikuru flashing before my very eyes; it was replaced by the Queen before me soon after, and with it came that strong sensation. Mm, how well I knew that gesture - t'was oft' how I was beckoned by all of my previous obsessions. Over time I had built a rather strong resistance to it, but alas, what was I to do in such a predicament? Surely Mikuru would be fine without me for just a little while.

I had time to play.

"But for you, I will bend my codes." Obediently, I made my way toward the woman. While I expected her to retract the formerly extended appendage, I would press my distance and stand relatively close; I could smell the fragrances and pheromones permeating from her body-- taste the sweet nectar I knew none had been blessed with tasting before. Naturally, such a self-proclaimed knowledge had me standing on edge - if only she knew. Still, I wouldn't help but ponder what she had in store for me... I was rather excited to find out! "How might your Takeda be of service to you, beautiful one."

[♥~Malice~♥]

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Dominant? Why, yes, that was a facet of the everlasting empress-- and for good reason. T'would be blasphemy to entertain the notion that Malice was once a docile chattel to an insignificant, lamentable village-- yet she was. Nyx veiled the planet innumerable times while the Queen starred in the role of 'quintessential martyr'; a performance for which she never received a standing ovation. Alas, those events were now casualties of time. All that concerned the nefarious physician at present was twisting this "man" to her own volition. His words retained their signature refinement yet the sight of him "examining" her nude doppelganger was rather...vulgar. As if a Queen would conduct herself in such a scandalous manner!

...Well, perhaps she would, but she did have an image to maintain!

Nevertheless, his contemptuous behavior would be permissible this one time. Indoctrination was a lethargic, delicate process and this man was far too unique a specimen to relinquish. Yet his following statement caused slight concern; not due to his words but the tone of his voice. Even in this sinful state, Malice was still a world class medic that was trained to gather immense amounts of information both with sound and vision. The timbre of his vocalization had wavered slightly, indicating that he was either nervous or deceitful. "Nervous" did not suit his character so the sultry sovereign could only assume the latter. Had another already exercised their influence over him? A somewhat perturbed exhale escaped luscious lips as the previously outstretched arm smoothly landed at its mistress' side. The White Queen played second to none and her regard for the chameleon began to briskly decline.

Fortunately this problem was alleviated by the stranger acquiescing to her terms. Not entirely alleviated, of course, but enough to maintain some intrigue. Malice remained immobile as her reflection progressed and halted with a mere heartbeat of distance between them. And then something truly marvelous occurred: the announcement of a name. "Takeda? How lovely." The glamorous goddess responded, her expression and voice indicating her pleasure. "Though it would appear that we have yet another discrepancy. From this moment forward you shall refer to me as either 'Malice' or 'Queen'. Understood?" It was evident that this pet would require extensive amounts of training. Thankfully Malice was a 'nurturing' spirit. With one fluent motion, the Lady was now standing to the right of Takeda with three feet of distance between them. "First I would like for you to return to your male form. Afterwards, exit and reenter this room in the same manner you did prior. Upon completion of these tasks you will accompany me on a small venture. You see, a certain village has property that belongs to me...and I want it returned."

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Mm, she was a relatively spicy one. Her attitude was in in complete contradiction - in the eyes of the commoners of the world, though I very much so would disagree - though it could hardly dampen my solidified resolve.

To my surprise, her requests were quite dull. On many of my former encounters, my partners had decided on far more intricate deeds. Once I'd been commissioned to take the shape of statue nearly fifteen times my size; another time I was forced to maintain an image of-- well, such a road I will not travel down. The past is the past, right? I've no need to dabble on it.

And despite the simplicity of it all, I managed just fine. It took but a moment to recall myself, absorbing all my establishments until at last I was "original" again. I hadn't bothered to form some makeshift assemblage of clothes, knowing that my presentation would hardly be distracting to one so willfully powerful; it was just more comfortable. When it was all said and done, a simple flick of the wrist unlocked and turned the door's knob, cracking it open just enough so that I could press my slender frame through. Closing it again, I waited only a moment before beginning the quick, effortlessly process.

My body turned into a translucent silhouette, nothing more than a puddle of sludge that allowed me to squeeze beneath the seemingly spacious aperture. Immediately upon entering, my body would reshape itself and my membrane harden back to a "flesh" like coating. "Do tell of this venture you speak of, Malice."

[♥~Malice~♥]

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Delicate digits intertwined and found comfort upon the silken tush of a stimulating Mistress who was ceaselessly surveying her latest undertaking. It would be asinine to presume that a woman of her caliber would traverse terra firma with an individual that couldn't defend themselves. These tasks were facile, yes, but could also divulge more of his techniques-- or lack thereof. Nevertheless, Takeda obeyed by first assuming a more genuine form(and let it be known that Malice did indeed take note of the fabrics and jewelry returning to him). Confidentially content, the youthful valkyrie could only theorize what would transpire next.

His exit of the sanctuary was customary, though his return was quite the opposite. Azure optics brimmed with élan as a bantam puddle revealed itself from beneath the egress and transmuted into a human form. The mystery of his arrival had been solved...but what was this ability? 'Twas too intricate for ninjutsu so all Malice could conclude was that it was indeed a bloodlimit. And while she lusted for more knowledge, a pressing matter required her devout attention. "The story is far too convoluted for a proper explanation so forgive me for paraphrasing. An apprentice of mine was entrusted with some of my property. Said apprentice then went missing and joined a shinobi village by offering my property as collateral to the Kage. Our goal is to have them return it. Simple, yes? Come."

After exiting the room and gliding down the stairs, the sight of five servants crowded around an unconscious woman caught the Queen's attention. "Oh? And what is this?" An intimidating soprano resounded, to which the minions responded by summarily standing at attention. "M-my apologies, Lady Malice! We were on our way to your chambers when we came upon this woman." If looks could indeed kill, these five men would have been eradicated on a molecular level. A woman in her Manor? Ridiculous! Yet another example would have to be made. With the finesse of a trained dancer, Malice outstretched her right hand and separated the woman from the floor via her collar. "You five...follow me. You as well, Takeda." Now outside, the Lady of the Manor commanded that her henchmen stand before her as she held the still unconscious woman skyward. "Cast your eyes upon this thing. Never, under any circumstances, permit one upon these premises. Capté?" "Understood!" The staff responded in unison. Satisfied, a mischievous grin graced the Queen's porcelain countenance.

"Fabulous."

And with but a flick of her wrist, the pitiful woman was sent soaring hundreds of meters into the heavens. "Very well. Shall we be off, Takeda?" With a tone that was far too cheerful for what had just transpired, the devious diva turned on her heels and began the journey to Sand.

[Exit, Malice.]

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Malice's theorizing glare was almost adorable - I couldn't help but giggle silently, my mind chuckling at how furiously those little gears were working. I mean, how obvious could it have been? No ninjutsu was intricate nor complex enough to hold the secrets of something so unique -- a kekkei genkai was the only plausible answer. Still, I have no doubt that she figured it out sooner than later; an expression of resolved crossed her beautiful countenance for but a moment, merely a second before I had completed my metamorphosis.

"Indeed." Truth be told, I couldn't have cared less - the specifics of this quest were meaningless to me; I was only attending the venture itself so that I could further speculate the vixen's beauty, and in the midst of it all fantasize about the succulent curves and the surreal taste that was only limited by my imagination. Would it compare to the nectar of my dearest Mikuru? The blend of polar opposites, sacred clans that were sworn enemies, was a difficult concoction to outclass... this I assure you.

But alas, once again I had no time to dwell on such simplicities. My drifting mind was brought back to reality as we trotted down the stairs, my eyes crossing the unconscious body of the woman I had used to infiltrate the vicinity. Malice was rather rough with the timid beauty as she hoisted her body skyward with a single hand, effortlessly as it was fluent. Clearly, the titanic strength I had assumed her to have was revealed-- and once more as she scolded her subordinates, tossing the woman incalculable leagues into the empty blue sea above us. I would've whistled had she not snagged my attention once more.

"Yes, yes," I nonchalantly replied. In a matter of seconds my hands were coiled around the garments I often wore (cloak, slacks, shirt, etc.) that I had hidden. All of my equipment, including my prized flute, were once again hidden within the folds of my person-- the flute within the left sleeve, easily capable of being withdrawn. "What lovely times await..."

[Exit]

[♥~Malice~♥]

♫"I'm told that our lives aren't worth much,
They pass like an instant, like wilting roses.
I'm told that time slipping by is a bastard,
Making its coat of our sorrows.
Yet someone told me..."♫

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Within the Queen's chamber an antique record player discreetly sang a melancholy ballad to a soundless audience of velvet and ivory. There was no sentient presence, though the faint purr of a shower could be harkened beneath the gloomy melody. 'Twas forenoon and the grandiose bedchamber was illuminated by the sprightly offspring of Aurora. Gaia herself was joyous, though the celebration abruptly halted with the unexpected click of a doorknob. Everything was still, save for the record player that courageously sustained its performance.

Materializing from a veil of sweltering miasma was a radiant maiden garbed in nothing more than an alabaster towel that struggled to conceal her shame. Her svelte chassis glided across the sea of ivory and rested before an extravagant vanity that was adorned with various perfumes, jewelry, and two notable photographs that contained the images of people who held some significance to her. With lower appendages crossed and canary hued tresses lounging on the plush carpet, the provocative archfiend observed her immaculate reflection. The usual malevolence was absent from her cerulean mirrors; in its place was a twinkle of sorrow. She was feeling strangely gray today, as though something was unaccounted for. No, not something-- someone.

A strident thump on the hefty door heralded the arrival of a suave male dressed in butler attire. Within his disciplined digits was a diminutive silver platter and centered atop it was a fanciful goblet filled with the Mistress' beloved tea. Soundlessly he placed the chalice upon the vanity and departed as swiftly as he had came, though not before bowing profoundly to show his respect. Once more embraced by solitude, the vixen allowed her azure optics to descend upon one of the pictures-- the one that contained a crimson-haired phantom from her past.

You see, the Queen was not always a queen. There was a time when she was nothing more than a fledgling genin. She was so innocent then, so pure; yet she was also colossally benighted. Vowing to aid all in need and to never take a life...how could she have abided such absurd convictions?! Yet despite her lunacy there was always an individual she could rely on. A serene smile graced her alluring countenance as memories of the past began to surface. Memories of a time when she was known simply as 'Michiru'.

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♫"I’m told that fate makes fun of us,
That it gives us nothing and promises everything,
When happiness seems to be within our reach,
We reach out and find ourselves like fools.
Yet someone told me…

...That you still loved me.
Well? Could that be possible?"♫

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[♥~Malice~♥]

"I remember those days... The world was so peaceful then. You'll never know how hard I prayed for things to remain as they were. Alas, change is inevitable and oftentimes for the worse. But the one thing time will never steal is my memory..."

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Location: Waterfall Village
Season: Summer
Year: XX24
Time: 2:45 P.M.
Memory Mood: Happy

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'Twas a lucid and feverish day within the effervescent child of Poseidon and his sovereignty had blessed it with untold prosperity and protection. From the lush emerald vegetation to the crystalline waters, his favor was evident. Yet his most paramount gift was the prodigious tree that slumbered amidst the humble hamlet. This sacred guardian caressed Rapture and sheltered the entire village with its majestic boughs. Only Zeus' radiance was permitted to pierce this inviolable aegis due to the nourishment it provided. Waterfall truly possessed a beauty unlike anywhere on Earth.

Nevertheless, Waterfall itself is not the cynosure of this reflection. That spotlight belongs to two genin who were presently sauntering upon terra firma. One of them, a virile male, was dressed in standard shinobi attire of the obsidian variety with his hands situated within his pockets. He would have appeared rather ordinary if not for his vermilion mane, verdant eyes, and captivating features. His comrade, however, was a stark contrast to the blue-green environment. With a chic one-piece pearl skirt coupled with a cropped jacket of the same hue and material along with matching ankle-length boots, the posh lass did not even remotely resemble a kunoichi. The alabaster ribbon fixed behind her crown and flaxen tresses that flirted with the terrain did nothing to alter her non-kunoichi image.

"It certainly is a lovely day today, is it not?" The damsel piped jovially with a grin. "Yeah, I guess so." A husky baritone responded, and in a manner that suggested he was preoccupied. "Hm? Is something the matter?" She inquired, to which he artlessly shrugged. "Just thinkin' 'bout the Exams. We only have a couple weeks left to train." Chuckling ethereally, the dovelike nymph merrily nudged her companion. "Oh, my. It isn't like you to worry." The stalwart lad merely smirked. "Yeah, you're right. It's just.. I wonder if he will be there..." Sapphire orbs abruptly metamorphosed into nebulous pools as tendrils of vexation creeped up the kunoichi's spine. "I see...so that is what ails you. I realize he is your friend but I simply do not trust him." With a rather apathetic countenance, the male vocalized. "You've already made that clear, Michi. He's a good guy; would I be friends with him if he wasn't?" Growling in defeat, Michiru casually fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "I suppose not. But are you aware of the phrase 'Can't see the forest for the trees'? Just...be careful." The gallant male concurred. "Alrighty, Mother." And with that the duo shared a hearty laugh.

"So how goes your training?" He asked, quite curious about his partner's progress. "Quite well. I have some last minute training to do with Seragi-sama and then I'll be fully prepared...hopefully. There is also the fact that Waterfall does not have many ninja and a substandard performance could prove disastrous." A tender soprano answered. "Yep, that's true. But I'll be there with you so there's nothing to worry about!" Stated the audacious male, which caused the blonde to chortle. "Indeed. Well it is time for my appointment with Seragi-sama. Try not to slack off in your training, 'kay?" The medic teased as she displayed her tongue. "Heh. Whatever." And with his words still lingering in the atmosphere, the boy vanished within a vortex of water. Michiru beamed contentedly as she continued towards her destination. It was essential that she became stronger not only for her sake, but his as well. No harm would ever befall her friend, even if it came in the form of his so-called "best friend".

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Senbon Taitoku Stance
Rank: E Rank
Skill: Taijutsu
Effect: A way of holding senbon that adds to all attacks made with them.
Special:None
Drawback: Required to know for ALL other Senbon Taitoku jutsu
Description: Holding the senbon between knuckles but also holding their wrist back and the senbon farther up then most senbon users hold it. This adds to power and accuracy and allows the Senbon Taitoku to master their craft.
Limit: Must be of the Senbon Taitoku

TP: 0/5

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"It's about damn time you arrived! What the hell kept you?!" boomed a voice like thunder.

Seated upon a voluminous boulder with upper appendages intertwined was an amazon of mythical proportions. She stood 6'5" with a Herculean physique that somehow remained feminine. Curly chocolate threads tickled the nape of her neck and framed a shockingly sublime phiz. Her ensemble was reminiscent of classic jounin garb with her own unique twist. Amethyst globes were crossly scrutinizing an anguished angel who was inclined forward. "M-My apologies, Seragi-sama. It shall not happen again." "See that it doesn't," the termagant responded as she removed herself from the elephantine stone, "Let's get to work." Now standing erect, Michiru mentally prepared herself for what was going to be a most trying day.

"What is the most vital skill a medic must posses on the battlefield?" Seragi inquired. "Evasion," the adroit genin retorted. "Correct. Why?" the elder healer questioned. "To ensure the survival of oneself and allies." Nodding an affirmative, the titan continued. "Excellent. Today you will learn a skill that will dramatically increase your evasive capabilities. But before that..." Seragi then withdrew a senbon from her ample cleavage and proceeded to firmly hold it between her sturdy knuckles. "You need to learn how to properly hold one of these." Perplexed (and slightly disturbed), the blossoming trainee blinked. She could render the earth in twain with minimal effort yet she had to learn how to properly hold a senbon?

Well aware of her pupil's befuddlement, Seragi continued, "This is a prerequisite to the skill that will truly aid you. Pay attention." The statuesque tigress then cast the senbon towards the hulking behemoth and to Michiru's astoundment, it drilled ten inches into the rock. Stepping aside, Seragi beckoned for the blonde to begin. Assuming the position, the seraph gingerly took the instrument between her knuckles and launched it forward. To her dismay it harmlessly bounced off the rock. This would require more effort than she imagined.

After taking precise aim and tilting her wrist further back, the senbon once again became airborne. This time it stuck into the rock for a couple of seconds before collapsing. Opting for an alternate tactic, Michiru adjusted the senbon an inch higher than she had previously and propelled it towards the helpless target. Fortunately this resulted in mild success as she was able to penetrate an inch. Wordlessly she persevered through the repetitive task, bombarding her prey with copious amounts of senbon.

Eventually the curer was able to slice through nine inches of unrelenting stone. Her eyes ignited with a savage resolve; the elusive finish line was within her grasp. With wrist poised and senbon securely positioned 'tween her knuckles, Michiru inhaled sharply then discharged the senbon like a guided missile. The silver object rocketed through the firmament and pierced the boulder ten gratifying inches. Ensuring that it wasn't a fluke, the priestess successfully repeated the process several more times. Turning to her instructor, Michiru articulated sanguinely, "I believe the real training can begin now, Seragi-sama."

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Odoriko Onchou (Dancers Grace)
Rank: "D", "C", "B", "A", "S"
Skill: Tai
Effect: Becoming more aware of their surroundings the user is unable to be caught flat footed or be flanked.
Special: ---
Drawback: The user may only learn this technique by the class that they are. This means that in order to learn the "C" Rank version they must be "C" Class, if they wish to learn the "B" Rank version they must be "B" Class.
Description: Training to heighten their senses in the heat of combat, the Senbon Taitoku user under goes training to become more prepared then ever. They slowly become aware of their surroundings on the battle field, to the point they become similar with it like their own back yard. With this natural sense of their surroundings the user can't be caught flat footed or be flanked. Which means if the user was walking down the road minding their business, and a ambush party burst out from the bushes. The user wouldn't be caught of guard and would most likely except it, and will sense someone was coming up from behind to attack and will act quickly and either attack first or get out the way. This works on whenever they are being attacked. This technique however has a major flaw. The user is capable of dodging only whenever the opponent's class is equal or lower to that of the rank of the technique they know. This means that a "D" Class user that knows this technique can not use this against an opponent that is "C" Class or higher.
Limit: Must be a Senbon Taitoku user

TP: 0/10

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"Smartass," chided Seragi as she arched her sumptuous torso. "Right, time to get down to business. The technique I'm going to teach you is called Dancer's Grace. It will allow you to develop a "second sense" and never be caught off guard." Intrigued, Michiru focused on her senior, "Understood, Seragi-sama. What must I do?" After exhaling quiescently, the Goliath vocalized, "First you must learn to use your chakra to become in tune with the world around you. Like medical ninjutsu, this requires time, focus, and precision. Find your center and begin." Acknowledging her mentor's words, the dainty cleric politely positioned herself upon the ocean of emerald with hands tidily folded in her lap. All of creation facilely transmuted into a setting of onyx; preparation for the training was complete.

Rooted within her own tenacious psyche, Michiru allowed tendrils of chakra to seep from her tenketsu, a process that was exceedingly more taxing than she fancied. She had been schooled in the art of discharging small bursts of chakra from various locations on her body, but to release it all simultaneously and in a constant stream was proving to be...problematic. If she exerted too much chakra the tendrils would "break" due to too much stress. Conversely if she failed to sustain enough chakra they would vanish due to not being properly supported. 'Twas most aggravating. With diminutive spheres of perspiration peppering her brow, the steadfast healer continued. Threads of ultramarine essence once more greeted nature and languidly descended towards the earth. By some miracle they managed to make contact with the ground but promptly dissolved thereupon.

The reason for this was unambiguous. Chakra was all-embracing; if she wanted to entwine her chakra with Gaia's she'd have to ensure they were in unison. She duplicated the process, though this time halted her chakra flow once it tickled the tip of the verdure. It was now that Michiru began to receive cryptic signals from the chakra the land produced. Thankfully her medical training had taught her to "read" chakra so it did not take her long to decipher the code-- in fact it offered much needed clarity. She would have to be unquestionably strict with this part of her training. Instead of "dropping" her chakra onto the earth, she would have to gingerly guide it so that it laid across it. Of course, this was much easier said than done.

And so it began, her chakra cautiously treading across the terrain as though it were fearful of disturbing it. It took quite a bit of precision (and determination) but eventually she was able to coat the entire area within a five foot radius of herself with chakra. Alas, when she exceeded that radius her chakra vaporized. Oh well, practice makes perfect. The routine continued with chakra streaming from her willowy frame to the land below. On the bright side the procedure was swifter each time she repeated it, yet she still failed to eclipse her boundaries. Obviously the wider the area of effect, the more concentration and accuracy required. Chakra training was always meticulous, though the potential benefits far outweighed all of the trouble...hopefully.

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Gorgeous.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Sorry to but in here but Senbon Taitoku techniques are required to be learned from a master in one of the dojos. These dojos are all within hidden villages and there is no master from Wave so unless there is something I am missing this training, and the stance training is voided.

Was told this was a flashback you can read the following link for more details.Link

If there are any problems please feel free to PM me. Sorry for the trouble.

[♥~Malice~♥]

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Within the sacred bedchamber of the White Queen was a disturbance of the most peculiar variety. An aphotic and forbidding energy languidly engulfed the serene haven, molesting it with its taint. Even the light itself appeared to respond to the unwelcome presence and retreated to the furthest corners of the room like a child fleeing from the wrath of their parents. Warmth was ousted by a hateful chill; a chill that did not freeze the body but the very soul. Malice, having returned to reality due to this transcendental 'visitor', peered vacantly at her own image reflected within her vanity. For all intents and purposes she appeared oblivious to her plight. Alas, the noblewoman was well aware of her current circumstance.

Daintily the alluring physician rotated in her seat and confronted an entity who would horrify most people. An emaciated woman with an alabaster (verging on translucent) complexion clothed in an equally achromatic gown hovered several inches above the floor. Her short azure tresses halted just shy of the nape of her neck and her body was transparent from the waist down. And her eyes... Those apathetic, nebulous eyes like those of a doll...they were bloodcurdling. Her expression was deadpan yet her mouth hung slightly agape. "Darling, that color does nothing for you," Malice playfully chided, though received no response. Exhaling softly, the nefarious vixen nonchalantly vanished into her capacious closet and reemerged moments later garbed in one of her signature ivory pieces. "Very well. Let us be off," the elegant Sannin vocalized, and before another conscious thought could pass the setting was dramatically altered.

~La chambre du Diable~

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Malice now found herself standing within the entrance of a monumental opera house. Beneath the soothing illumination was an ocean of plush velvet and golden architecture of the gothic persuasion. Indeed, the ceiling seemed to stroke the heavens and antediluvian art adorned nearly every hard surface. Curiously enough the place was devoid of life except for one lone figure who wore an obsidian top hat and was seated a few rows back from the sublime mahogany stage. "Ah, so you have finally arrived. Welcome to La chambre du Diable. Please come take a seat," a seductive baritone cooed as a gloved hand motioned for the woman to come forward. Cerulean gems metamorphosed into narrow slits as the Queen proceeded unhurriedly towards the enigmatic man, ever mindful of her surroundings. "I must say that I am quite surprised you came so willingly. Too bad. I was hoping you'd resist so that I could force you, heh," the man chuckled. "As if you could," Malice retorted as she came to a standstill at the end of the row the man was sitting in.

From the meager distance that separated the two, the nimble empress noticed the man's features -- or rather, the lack thereof. His face was a blank canvas; no eyes, no mouth, nothing. Just a pale sphere situated upon a lavish tuxedo. Yet bewilderment did not paint the seasoned kunoichi's countenance. Indeed, she remained ever stoic as she sat one seat away from the faceless gentleman. "So...how has life been treating you, my dear?" he questioned merrily as the mammoth curtain began to rise. Soon afterwards the eidolon responsible for Malice's arrival materialized on stage and began performing Ave Maria while maintaining her vapid expression. "Enough with the foreplay. What is it that you want?" the songbird queried, eliciting an impish giggle from the male. "Why, I simply wanted to chat with my Queen! Is that so wrong? ...Actually I just wanted to remind you of our deal," he responded. "Oh? You mean we had one?" she quipped while observing the hauntingly exquisite performance. "Don't play coy with me, girl. Have you forgotten that I own-" before the hellion could utter another syllable there was a slender index finger placed over the area where his lips would be. "Now that's where you're wrong. No man controls me." After allowing the digit to remain stationary for a brief period of time, Malice returned her hand to her lap. The charismatic rogue then briskly snapped his fingers, the sound loud enough to permeate the entire structure. "Unfortunately for you, my dear, I am no man." Two silhouettes abruptly appeared on either side of the serenading apparition; silhouettes Malice knew quite well. Things were about to become interesting...

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To be continued...
Chapter XX2: Fatal Attraction

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Submerged beneath phlegmatic optics and composed anatomy was a writhing mass of unadulterated rage. While the hue of the figures was decidedly onyx and lacking any definitive characteristics, who they represented was brazenly pronounced. Undoubtedly he sought to stoke the ire of the stately female, but for what purpose? And then like a repugnant pestilence did a duet of nooses gradually descend and entwine svelte necks. Sylphlike extremities demoniacally strangled a victim comprised of velvet in a futile attempt to quell an unholy fury. "...What is the meaning of this?" questioned a muted soprano. "Isn't it obvious," the cunning fiend snickered, "it's called...hangman." His utterance was still airborne when the figures were savagely lurched heavenwards, a vile snap imbuing the atmosphere.

And with nary an indication did Malice strike with the rabidity and precision of lightning, her wrath detonating like a calamity of biblical proportions. Cyclonic devastation soared in every direction; anything with physical form within ten meters had been disintegrated by the godlike strength of the White Queen. Alas, after caramel particles slumbered there was no evidence of her prey. "Woo, that was a close one!" exclaimed a jovial baritone. Perched atop the grandiose balcony was the nameless villain who was now without his signature headgear. He gazed down upon the femme fatale with elation; oh how fun it would be to tame her! "You shouldn't att-" was all he could verbalize before another monstrous blow hammered where he was standing with such vehemence and velocity that the entire balcony collapsed.

Malice was relentless in her pursuit. Sonic booms erupted all over the luxurious construct, leaving wanton destruction in the wake of this lethal game of cat and mouse. Eventually the two appeared at opposite ends of the stage, their battle momentarily ceased. The once ornate superstructure was now in ruins; it trembled faintly, as though it feared what was about to transpire. The malevolent sovereign exhaled sharply as he observed the apocalyptic scene which encompassed him. "My, my. Is it truly prudent to call you female when you possess such unsightly strength?" he mused cynically. Impervious to his petty grievance, Malice began to advance, her glorious mane floating ominously. "Not satisfied yet, eh? You can't even touch me! You really should learn when you are outclassed," he snickered. "Is that so?" the sinful priestess smirked, "your arm disagrees." With what appeared to be bewilderment, the man looked down and perceived the absence of his entire right arm and shoulder along with a good portion of his upper torso. Though he did not bleed; a noxious, stygian liquid disgorged from his injuries. "Just who do you think I am? I do not need to land a direct blow in order to fell my foes," sparks of electricity began to discharge from a voluptuous physique, "...and physical strength is but a small facet of my abilities...and the weakest."

Though victory would not be achieved on this day. Malice unexpectedly found herself nestled within the bosom of Nyx, hovering precariously between two planes of existence. "I did not summon you in order to battle, my child. This was simply a reminder of what you used to be...and what you have become. Do not disappoint me," rumbled a coarse, guttural voice. In an instant the siren was returned to her room and seated before of her vanity. After insuring that her surroundings were indeed her own, Malice inspected the photographs one final time. "Hmph. I am well aware of who I am," she snarled as she stood and exited her sanctum. There was something she needed to take care of...

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To be continued...
Chapter XX3: Prelude To Destruction

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