Ryslatho's eyes widened as Baranara bit a beetle in half. Why of course! Kikaichu were a rapid breed. Their lifespans were usually measured in hours. Given such, it wouldn't be crazy to imagine their corpses being used as a source of food. Most hives would recycle their dead but Ryslatho himself had never given much thought to the process. And there were some special bugs too, ones that could grow to massive sizes. Baranara didn't seem able to help with that issue and had already gone shouting off orders to help create a new place to survive.
Hesrik's presence continued to unsettle the boy, though he did his best to contain it. Kikaichu were powerful and their short lifespans meant they could probably evolve and adapt. Of course, usually there was an Aburame host to guide their evolution so who knew how feral kikaichu would behave. ".... Okay." Ryslatho decided.
He was uncomfortable with the presence of so many people having descended upon this area. He had rarely ever seen more than a dozen people in one place. So he was relieved, even happy, at the chance to go scout for fresh water. It would also tie in with his own search. Freshwater would be better for life and perhaps have some clues. Ah man. He'd have to force himself to interact with some people. He sorely missed his insects, relying on others wouldn't have been necessary if he still had them!
With that, he walked towards the gathering crowds. Unlike Hesrik of Baranara who were grandiose in words and actions, Ryslatho would approach small groups or individuals with the same few questions he consistently had and the kikaichu corpse in one hand, now tacking on what Hesrik voluntold him to do. "You see drinking water? What about bug like this?" Such a short time in Baranara's presence had already begun warping his speech patterns. Who knew if the damage was permanent. The first person to answer positively to either of the questions would be met with a "Show me."
NecroPlant
Lanfaer
Mongooseh
Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2018 7:58 pm
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tab Those gathered who began to do as ordered and begin answering questions from all who asked did not know of any such bugs, at least not in their travels. Most seemed to have awoken only recently with the vague impression of safety being somewhere near here. Yet it was two that appeared to be twins, one male and the other female, who nodded to one another in thought before turning back to Ryslatho's question and spoke, together, in perfect sync as a response. "We remember a river nearby that feeds into a large lake. We saw someone who looked scary, with a large sword on his back, who leaped into the water and...didn't come back up." The pair were strange looking, with sutures covering much of their bodies, including the side of their lips where it appeared someone had slit open their mouths. Their eyes were glazed over, perhaps from exhaustion, before looking past him towards the others. "Are we safe here?" tab tab
It was a bit of a disappointing affair, getting what amounted to rejections from so many people. It made it harder for him each time and he ended up more and more reluctant to ask. He felt silly, really. Many of the people were just like him, recently awoken, and he would hate it if he was questioned about this new world when he hadn't even had a chance to go for a stroll or mentally map out an area. When he got to a pair who looked like fraternal twins, he felt a rush of relief as he finally got a hit for a source of water. Someone scary, armed with a large weapon, who jumped in, they said... Well it was likely not as scary as their somewhat off putting choice of communication. He had never seen anyone do that before. Perhaps it was a twins thing?
"Don't know, but maybe safer than others. Can one of you two show me where the river is?" Ryslatho responded, glancing about. If the twins offered to physically guide him, he would look for two more people to join the trip. Two people who appeared to be strangers to each other as well. Although it had no basis in rational thought, Ryslatho's gut instinct was to avoid being potentially outnumbered. Humans were so incredibly difficult for him to read properly. Besides, if what they said about an armed man was true then he'd like the pack to be a little larger. Easier to deter attacks and a greater chance one of them survives if anything happens. Of course, if the twins only told him directions to the water source, he'd choose to go alone. In fact he'd seize on the chance to do so. It just meant less anxiety overall and a chance to do his own scouting.
NecroPlant
Lanfaer
Mongooseh
Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2018 10:49 pm
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tab The boy turned to the girl with a blank expression that was received in kind by the girl. They didn't blink for several moments, nor move, and in fact it almost seemed like they didn't breathe. Finally the female nodded and they looked back to him. "We can show you where he went down, though whether he remains is unknown. It will take some time to travel there, perhaps as much as twenty minutes or more. If you wish to continue we will lead the way." Simple, neat, and never a break in their communication. It was only a moment more before the pair moved forward into the woods, leading the way to another location, through the woods with eerie precision. tab [Exit to the Shoreside] tab
tab For what seemed like eternity, but at the same time no time at all, you floated in darkness. You can vaguely recall yourself, who you were, and what you were, as if a voice had guided you along that path to remembrance, but the voice itself faded away like it had never existed to begin with. All is at peace, at rest in the comforting embrace of the abyss, until a crack splits the air, resounding in the nothingness. With it came light and humidity as it slowly spider-webbed outward. Then it shattered altogether and you were released from your prison, where you fell to the damp earth, strength not immediately returning to your limbs. This weakness would only last a brief moment before you were filled with energy that could have kept you going for what felt like days, fulling rested and at your prime. tab With a clatter you fall forward, though whether you catch yourself is entirely up to your limited capabilities. Crystal sprays outwards where you erupt from the earthen wall into an open clearing looking over the edge of a cliff. You yourself are mere feet from a deadly drop into only gods knew where. Not far off, a standing of trees leads off into the distance. Likewise, you can hear voices from somewhere nearby. This world may be completely different from the one you left. Where will you go?
JovianGrey11
Lanfaer
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 6:45 pm
Jove slowly opened her eyes with the cool earth under her hands... she slowly opened her eyes. She didn’t know exactly where she was; as she laid there for a moment, her most recent memory seemed to wash over her like a insidious wave. Cool and clear water running with mud...blood. The memory seemed to grow more and more clear to her, she looked around and stood up. This sleep... this state that she was in seemed to drift from her. The crystalline structures that surrounded her gave way as she peered into the chasm that was nearly her resting place. ‘What is going on?’ her life before seemed to be distant but the last memories remain.
She checked her person and her belongings deciding to move on. This was a new land... and possibly a new start. She’ll never forget the person she once was and what they stole... she was going to find out what happened to the world before her apparent rest. She moved slowly to gain her bearings but with purpose.
tab As Baranara began his work, utilizing his tools to till the muddy soil around them, others gathered and began to follow suit. A few came closer mostly to watch him work in silence, enamored as they were with him. Fascinated, really, as his tools broke the earth in narrow lines. It was a young wastrel who dared approach first, no more than ten years of age and wearing little more than a black shirt and a pair of worn and faded jeans, the boy hand a thumb in his mouth for a moment as he approached the elder from the front, effectively barring his way for several moments as he stared at the well muscled and smelly man. Finally he spoke up, his thumb escaping the confines of his lips with an audible pop before, saliva stringed out between thumb and mouth, he raised his voice in a questioning, cautious tone. "Sir, c-can...can you t-t-teach m-me," he stammered, clearly uncertain how to address the giant male (by comparison). Around him a few had fallen silent, eyeing the savage, seeing this perhaps as the first test of the man Baranara's words, personality, and aura hinted at. tab He waited, turning side to side in anxiety before gesturing sharply at the till in his hand. There was a nervous energy to the boy, whose green eyes kept moving around perhaps in fear to find a "safe" place for them to rest. Uncertainty was clear in his body, and a burning desire to be of some use in this knew world. tabFrom where he sat Hesrik watched carefully, noting their reaction as he sat upon a small stone platform bench he made.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2018 3:29 pm
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tab The sound of construction would hit Jove's ears first, the report of hammer on metal and stone quite loud as it echoed up from the pit below. A simple look around would reveal that she stood upon the edge of a pit that was even now being converted into something...else. Men, women and children paid her little mind as they worked to cut down trees and hammer those that remained into some semblance of society. Even as she cast her gaze about a shout went up from one side of the camp as a tree came crashing down, followed by a cheer from most who witnessed it. At the same time on the side closest to her an old man sat with grey robes writing with a pencil upon a book in his lap. Whether notating a work from another time or creating his own couldn't be seen from the hundred or so feet between them. Another distance apart was a man who was clearly dressed in the leaves of some sort of plant, with golden clasps upon his body holding all in place. He knelt upon the ground and was using a tool to plow the earth as a farmer would their field.
"Oh" Baranara had been so focused on his work of tilling land he'd utterly forgotten about the presence of the others. This thing was second nature to him, it was to all the members of his previous clan. Tilling, the land...reminded him of home. The boy would recieve a hearty smack on his back jolting him into the reality that was the now. "You want learn? Good!" Where they were, the conditions seemed sub-tropical. There wasn't a heat like island of his past but there were clear signs that the grounds were constantly moist and the soil rich...perhaps rich enough to cultivate tropical fruits. But for now, things would be kept simple. Lettuce, Cucumber, Peas, Radishes, Pears, Peaches, and Cherries. The fastest growing. Before he'd teach the boy Baranara would cross his arms and look to the onlookers. "WHO ELSE WANT LEARN? COME!" Though loud it was warm. Baranara placed his hands on the ground as it rumbled ejecting lengths of bamboo in front of each individual. "These now your tools." It was indeed unorthodox a shaft of bamboo could likely only serve as a handle if anything. This was true of course, but it would be then that Baranara would cause vines to slither across the ground towards the feet of his intended student's "Now take fine like this...then get STURDY branches...then..." a meticulous process of teaching the young ones how to create archaic gardening tools as Baranara moved and displayed by hand. He was a hands on teacher it seemed. Those that struggled that desired a verbal explanation instead got the mans meaty hands on theirs to guide them "Before trade people visit island. This how we till land." Baranara would slam his mighty makeshift rake and pound his chest. It all seemed rather intimidating as some of the students shrunk having some doubts. "What you no want learn? Rule being number one! Get in good state mind to work. Make work easier. Everyone pound chest, or make self feel good." Some pounded their chests as instructed keen on the ideal, others not so much, it was hard getting into the right mind set when the world had gone to hell. It was then that Baranara singled these people out. "YOU! Have strong arms! Very good for deep dig." He proceeded to compliment those that found little passion in themselves by instilling in them a morale to bolster self confidence. At this point himself and the students had all formed a line and now they moved in sync with one another...er mostly. "Alright follow me." Forward, down, pull, align, forward down pull align, the rate at which rows were being made increased significantly as oppose to Baranara doing it himself. "Foreigner teach me song one day, maybe you all know, if know, lets sing!" The thought of singing likely was odd one for most of the tillers to hear out of the blue, but as if nothing were wrong in a boisterous manner Baranara began, "COME MR. TALLY MAN, TALLY ME BANANA! DAYLIGHT COME AND WE WAN GO HOME!" Those familiar with the song joined in, mostly the 'manly' men, the others though awkwardly as they worked found the atmosphere despite the harsh situations was...well somewhat fun at least it was distracting from the gloominess that would now be their lives. Baranara would then produce the seeds of the alleged two crops they were to grow discreetly, then distribute them, it would indeed take time, he had given it thought, surprisingly,he could simply grow these instances of food now, but knowing people, they'd demand more quickly, they'd develop a reliance, and without the other members of his tribe there would be no way he could meet that demand. It would be best to keep the secret of his ability to grow food immediately between him and Hesrick unless things grew desperate.
Power →☆☆☆☆ [4.5] {+1 Style} Agility →☆☆☆ [3.5] Intelligence →☆☆ [2] Chakra →☆☆☆☆☆ [5] {Ninjutsu Gains .5 Modifier In Speed or Strength} {+1 Nin Slot} {+15 Chakra}
• Turgid Foliage| Plants become a lot sturdier in Baranara's possession, the reason is unknown to him. The use of large leafs may be substituted for fans for determining offensive capabilities and stalks of bamboo can fill in as a pole arms or staffs. A large leafs durability is treated as [10] while a shaft is treated as [20]. • I Do Plant Good | Plant related techniques or techniques that utilize a plants in combat have their costs reduced a stage. In exchange any techniques that do not utilize plant life have their costs increased a stage.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2018 10:54 am
Jove continued top walk throug the people tiling the soil and taking instructions from the nearly naked man. He was providing them with something useful, whom was she to stop him. She walked over the the older man, she was still coming to and wasn’t sure where... or even when she was. Everything seemed so different; it was just all so confusing. She stood at the older mans side “ Excuse me, do you have a moment? “ Her gazed was direct and looked to meet his directly. Her gaze always seemed a placed of contention with her parents before they died. Her father always told her that her gaze looked like a challenge while her mother respected the directness.
Before the man could really say anything, she wanted to make sure that he didn’t see her as a threat “ My name is... “ She had to think for a moment, she hadn’t actually introduced herself to anyone in what seemed like ages “ Jove. “ She seemed to nodd in agreement with her own words “ My name is Jove. “
【C U R S E D⦁B E G O T T E N⦁M A N I P U L A T O R】xxxxx◢ H e s r i k U r u k s a b r i l ◣xxxxx【M I Z U K A G E⦁S A G E⦁H A R V E S T E R 】
tabSilently did Hesrik scratch his notes within his journal, writing upon each odd number page in an effort to encode the process as deeply as possible. A different language, one long dead, flowed from pen to paper with barely a whisper, yet it was only with the smallest part of his attention that he filled it out. There was more going on here than notating his decisions, his ideas, and it was this he paid attention to. The shattering of another chrysalis dragged part of his attention, and so the former Mizukage set a part of his parasites to watching her approach while he listened to Baranara. The children, and even the elders, seemed smitten with the savage who lead them into song as they began their work. It was truly strange to see others work against their nature, that of laziness, in order to follow someone so incredibly foreign. During his reign fear and cold logic had won over the masses, for many knew that despite his cruelty to outside he was fair, and saw to those he viewed as his charges above everything but his own pursuits. If prisoners vanished from time to time, what of it? It was his due for the work put in, yet another had not thought it so. Now...how would he rule? Baranara seemed to do well in that field, and for the moment it would seem to be the best option for the survival of their budding outpost. tab As he continued to write the presence of the newcomer came closer until she stood by his side where he crouched over his journal, posterior positioned precariously upon a stone bench. Her words were meant with silence for several moments as he scribbled, only speaking up as he reached to dip his quill within the inkwell beside him. "Jove," he began, his voice a calm, polite whisper that carried the rasp of age. For many who were in the know it would obviously be a misleading sound, given no elderly was meant to survive the Taking. "A strong name. Similar in nature to an ancient tome that describes a curious fellow who once traveled the world for answers to age old questions." Returning the freshly wet quill to his sheet he continued, and if she female looked close she would see that the runes he was utilizing would be unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Without looking at her he continued in a conversational manner, allowing her to decide if she would take a seat beside him or not. "I am sure you have many questions, though I am limited in answers." tab Utilizing the free hand that had until moments ago held the book still upon his knees Hesrik held up the limb and gestured for a woman with red hair and yellow eyes to come closer. She had been one of those who had been seen lighting torches with a fire technique he was willing to bet was the Fireball no Jutsu. He'd have to ask her for it at some point. As she girl approached, timid in the basic clothing stained with mud, he held up a finger to still her when she was close enough. Behind his facial mask it was difficult to tell what he was expressing. Thankfully his voice filled in some of those gaps with the continued friendly pitch. "I would like for you to gather two more of your kind, those who utilize fire, and go down into the pit below. As you move down begin to unleash fire at the walls and rid them of their moisture. Have the gentleman who can use basic Earth manipulation go with you to raise you up, and to compact the earth after you finish. If Baranara asks what you are doing tell him to speak to me and I will explain." Reaching slowly into his robes as he finished he secretly smiled as the girl's eyes widened, though they narrowed in confusion as he handed her a single apple. Offering it to her, he continued. "For your trouble. I offer food, and shelter, to those who work for us. Please, tell the others, and fulfill this request to help build this into a home." tab As the girl took the food and moved off to do as told Hesrik wondered what the newcomer would think of the exchange. It had been partially for her that he had escalated his timetable, to show that he was willing to reward cooperation. Returning to writing the shinobi considered the next approach before speaking again. "I apologize for my rudeness, as I have forgotten my manners. I am Oragor. Might I ask what the last memory you bear is?" tab
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Techniques Used: ✤ Wall Technique → B - rank. Will get name later. Used multiple times.
Current Objectives: ✤ Teach the young bloodied iron that this world is no longer her's.
Items of Note: ✤ Techniques Learned: None
magcookie
NecroPlant
[ e x p ] 0000 x|x [ r y o ] 0000 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 450 / 450 x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 125 / 125
[ m o o d ] Bemused x|x [ h e a l t h ] Weakened x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] None x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Established
Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2018 10:53 am
Jove rose and took of her backpack, she decided that she was going to take a seat next to him. His reference to the man searching the world for answers wasn’t too off from describing her at the moment “ You wouldn’t be too wrong in that comparison. “ She sat relaxed next to him and looked over at the notes that he was writing on the page. She wasn’t remotely sure what the rune and symbols meant but they didn’t mean anything to her “Searching the world for answers and power I’d say. My answers will unravel themselves as I ascertain the power I desire. “
She looked at the people and watched the interaction between him and the little girl. She was stoic and her mind was on her ultimate goal, his interaction with the little girl and those people intrigued her. She heard his question about the last thing that she remembered and her eyebrow cocked; she knew what she remembered “ I killed a man. Went to a river to clean his blood from me then I remember waking up not far from here. “ She saw no reason be dishonest or to beat around the bush about what happened. She almost prided herself in the fact that she was so honest, she had nothing to hide nor did she want to hide. She pulled her knife from the small of her back and looked at it, it looked as if it was covered in rust... she knew that what she recalled wasn’t just a dream; it was her true reality” He attempted to take something from me, while he succeeded... I took from him as well.” She placed the knife back in the sheath on the small of her back and relaxed once again.
【C U R S E D⦁B E G O T T E N⦁M A N I P U L A T O R】xxxxx◢ H e s r i k U r u k s a b r i l ◣xxxxx【M I Z U K A G E⦁S A G E⦁H A R V E S T E R 】
tabA simple answer, but one served his purpose. Her words, her being, reeked of surety and honesty. Or rather, the lack of the scent of lies and craven fear. Both served him well in the end to prove she spoke the truth and that was enough for him, for the moment. Taking a moment to change the sequence of his code the man who claimed to be Oragor considered his best option before detailing the plans he had for this settlement while noting the best ways of explaining it to Baranara when he was done. Nodding slowly he made a last tick before stopping momentarily. "Your story is your own, and I will not pry," he began, his tone conversational and yet considerate. "We all will have secrets, perhaps important to only us or to many. If we all begin prying it will only lead to chaos." Raising his pen to the fast mask and lightly brushing the feather against the skin just above it he cherished the sensation for a moment. Lowering it back to his journal and beginning to scrawl away once more the former Mizukage continued to not look at the girl. What purpose did it serve, when he could see her without it? tab"The world is a different place than it once was. I remember many of the last changes, I would be willing to bet. Perhaps I can enlighten you. You have questions. Please, ask them, and I will answer as I can."
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Techniques Used: ✤ Wall Technique → B - rank. Will get name later. Used multiple times.
Current Objectives: ✤ Teach the young bloodied iron that this world is no longer her's.
Items of Note: ✤ Techniques Learned: None
JovianGrey11
NecroPlant
[ e x p ] 0000 x|x [ r y o ] 0000 x|x [ c h a k r a ] 450 / 450 x|x [ s t a m i n a ] 125 / 125
[ m o o d ] Bemused x|x [ h e a l t h ] Weakened x|x [ i n j u r i e s ] None x|x [ c o n t r o l ] Established
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2018 4:10 pm
Jove sat and watched as the man blushed the feather, she knew of simple enjoyments but also knew that she would have to move on soon to accomplish her goal “ Unless you can point me in the direction in which I may obtain more power... I have no questions to ask. “ She says for a moment and looked up at the sky, she had no point of reference for herself nor did she knew where to start. She was on her way to a village before everything, thats what she was going to continue doing unless she learned otherwise “ I was headed to a Village before everything went dark, suppose I should keep heading in that direction. “ She stood up and put her backpack back on. She watched as the people worked once again and remembered what the man had said to the young woman before ‘ Earth Manipulation ‘.
She turned back and looked at the man “ What do you know about manipulating elements? It seems that you have a knowledge of it. “ That was her question. She had a few skills of her own but if she was able to manaipulate the earth or something like it... her own personal power would increase. She crossed her arms and looked at him, though he seemed the oldest one here... there was something different about him.
With the end of their riveting chorus and harmony the land was now fertile and sown. Now it would take time, water, and further time. It was in this instance a boy approached the tribesman. While Hesrick carried about him the air of a wiseman Baranara carried the air of a warrior and it was likely for this reason why he was approached with this information first. There was look in the young boys eyes, that of a concerned type perhaps frightened to a degree by something he saw but would not specify. With a hand on his chin firmly scratching the scruff he'd developed what with his naturally hairy nature he nodded and provided a smile and nod of reassurance followed by words of encouragement. Only to look at Oragor still conversation with a look of possible urgency. He'd leave the field crew to rest, while he himself would interject between the inquiries of Jove of the wizened manipulator.
"Boy named Cho. Bring light to concern. Says nearby in cave, there is questionable darkness, reek of danger he say. He want village strongest to handle." Baranara looked at where the boy was now. He was telling the other tired field workers of his findings as their faces turned from tired to somewhat concerned as they looked back to their farming sensei. Baranara would then return to interject. "Perhaps it best we investigate. We no need so much worry in tribe so soon. Also, may be good example we can actual protect instead of just words. I prepare." Baranara would then take his leave to essentially begin preparations. He would leave the time of departure to Oragor. If there was any hope for this settlement and as he liked to call it 'tribe' areas of concern needed to be addressed...and perhaps mouths needed to be shut.
Power →☆☆☆☆ [4.5] {+1 Style} Agility →☆☆☆ [3.5] Intelligence →☆☆ [2] Chakra →☆☆☆☆☆ [5] {Ninjutsu Gains .5 Modifier In Speed or Strength} {+1 Nin Slot} {+15 Chakra}
• Turgid Foliage| Plants become a lot sturdier in Baranara's possession, the reason is unknown to him. The use of large leafs may be substituted for fans for determining offensive capabilities and stalks of bamboo can fill in as a pole arms or staffs. A large leafs durability is treated as [10] while a shaft is treated as [20]. • I Do Plant Good | Plant related techniques or techniques that utilize a plants in combat have their costs reduced a stage. In exchange any techniques that do not utilize plant life have their costs increased a stage.
