Remembrance

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The reclusive fort housing the survivors of Kumogakure no Sato's destruction, located in the center of Chiroptera Forest whose dangers and local superstitions provide a natural barrier to the rest of the world. Nestled in the roots of one of the ancient trees, the people here are learning to survive alongside the ancient forest, the local Koumori serving to help things along. However, carefully hidden away underneath the fort the shinobi way of life continues on in the shadows in Kumonohora....

Remembrance

PostPosted by Spike » Wed Feb 18, 2015 9:18 pm

The yells of the injured, explosions tearing through the air and the last breaths of the dying that seemed amplified despite the chaos all around.

These were the first things Supaiku heard when he was born into the world. A child of the battlefield that became an orphan soon afterward. He had no real memories of the time, spared from ever knowing his parents faces some might say, considering what most likely happened to them. All he knew was growing up was Kumogakure, it was a lonely existence with the adults staring so coldly at him and having few friends he could call his own. An older but kindred soul took pity on him, someone who knew the feeling of loss and became his brother so that Supaiku wouldn't have to feel so alone and in time his clan brought him in, giving the child a release for all his feelings.

Yes, he was a child of the battlefield and in battle was the only time he truly felt alive. Training and fighting filled his years, surprising everyone with his natural affinity for them, he was refused into the academy two years running but on the third his adoptive clan pulled some strings for the Hantaa name carried weight in the land of clouds. When he graduated, Supaiku took their name on as his own. They believed in battle and honour and the child would do he could to make them proud to repay them, he would be a warrior of their code and bring glory to them.

Despite having a cause and family, he still found himself questioning the past. What was the significance of the battle? Why were some so cold, hateful to him who wasn't part of it? The sword punk could find out very little about it, all he knew was the village where the attack were enemies of Kumogakure and were planning some sort of attack. It wasn't even on a map any longer, nor could he find a name for it. The dead ends frustrated the teen who only sought some small closure on that part of his life, he couldn't help but feel incomplete because of it.

He needed some fresh air, sitting in the darkness of his apartment trying to sleep wasn't working, so he grabbed his jacket and let his face sink between the puffed fur collar as he left his home into the cold air of the village, walking aimlessly while doing his best to keep his mind empty. It went well enough, he bought some coffee to take the edge off his tiredness and stopped at memorial park for a smoke, sighing as he lit up and parked himself on a bench to enjoy the silence around him. His mismatched eyes glanced at the statues and a small chuckle escaped his lips as he realized this was the spot where nearly a year ago he was introduced to his team. What a scene that had been, thankfully much had changed since then and Hana, Tsuuki and himself managed to get along well enough. Actually, last they met Dinn mentioned entering them for Chuunin exams in the coming months.

A whistling sound tore him from his happier nostalgia and his head turned just in time to get a facefull of rock, his body rocked and he fell backwards from where he sat atop the bench to the grass below, spilling hot coffee over his shirt and jacket making his mouth hiss as he rolled around, hands trying to pat the hot liquid off before it burnt anymore. When he stood he was met with three genin laughing and pointing, he barely remembered their names. They were another team who were still sore about being beat by his team in what was supposed to be a friendly sparring tournament between genin cells in Kumo, they were still sore about it and bullied Dinn's trio at every given chance.

"Look guys, I think he might cry! Haha!" Supaiku's fist clenched, he thought against beating these guys to a pulp despite how much better he'd feel after the venting, that was until the loud-mouthed leader of the trio continued. "Gonna go cry to your Mommy? Oh wai-" The Hantaa's fist slammed into his mouth, shutting him up and sending him flying a few feet in the process. The other two moved to attack but Supaiku's speed and coordination was quick and fluid, kicking and punching one before swinging him into the other before a sprout of flames waved him off. The leader stood, blood running from his nose, lowering his hand from his previous jutsu with a smug grin.

"Usin' jutsu, eh?" Supaiku growled from where he knelt, glancing at his shoulder were the wolf fur on his jacket had been singed When his eyes shot back to the other boy they were discolored, grey instead of blue and green and an aura of bloodlust flushed from his form. His hands blurred in a series of handsigns before he grabbed his right forearm and began to charge up a powerful lightning attack in his clenched palm, something Dinn had taught him and something that would shut up this guy for good.

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Re: Remembrance

PostPosted by Tsuuki » Sun Mar 01, 2015 5:03 am

The competitive tension arose swiftly amidst the cool night air, slinging off into the darkness a wisp of warm air upon which rode down a solitary bat, until it fluttered like a stubborn fallen leaf not far from Supaiku's glowing hand. This obscure gesture was telling enough for the Hantaa teen about whom else was drifting along up to no-good in the shadows, higher than any Koumori at any time, even when he's on the ground.

In many ways, which the pair never bothered to count, Tsuuki posed an intriguing polarity to Supaiku. The black-eyed Koumori was born into a massive family--literally; his aunts and uncles, cousins and distant grandparents all gathered around to witness the birth, just as had been done for each of them, and they celebrated as intoxicatedly as they always did. Fact was the Koumori people had reasons to celebrate just about anything, a simple-pleasure, low-stress, substance-influenced clan with an astounding closeness to nature and bewildering guerrilla tactics.

Tsuuki's journey as a warrior seems almost as easy-going as his personality. An insatiable fascination with his clan's wind-based ninjutsu made studying it richly rewarding; bats from every roost of Koumori recognized his effortless precision with sound and seemed fonder of him for it; and to the chagrin of his own father's more conservative sensibilities, his heroic intake of mind-altering substances inexplicably improved his skills with the Koumori's trademark airborne-based taijutsu. He was not a stranger to tragedy or a hard day's work, yet remarkably it never seemed to weigh him down.

If anything, these differences strengthened their bond: Supaiku taught Tsuuki to give a shit, Tsuuki taught Supaiku how not to. There is as much comfort to be had in finding a purpose as there is in accepting that purpose might not even exist at all. While the township of Kumogakure pushed away their fellow-citizen Supaiku from his back, the same populace tried to deflect at head-on the well-meaning visits from the forest-raised Tsuuki, and there in the middle the two easy-going youths met--considered a small-scale natural disaster by most locals, for it was the similarities between these two reckless prodigies that made their friendship infamous.

"Yo-yo-yo-yo," ground the smoke-seared vocal chords of the little bat's companion, Tsuuki in view now at the edge of the park light's reach and briefly alarming the uppity genin trio. His baggy, raven feather-lined coat draped as a loose frame of his naked torso, though the sprawling tattoos might mislead otherwise; faithfully clinging to his lean frame below was the kilt-like traditional lower garb of the Koumori, and past that, the unsettlingly clawed feet, also of the Koumori. Despite this, the only thing unusual to Supaiku's observations would be the X-shaped bandaging over Tsuuki's eyes, allowing his trademark bat ears freedom of movement, and casting his overgrown, unwashed hair into disarray.

With his head cocked to one side and light glancing off the pointed teeth of his grin he sauntered closer to the standoff, stepping to unheard music that must've been jazz. "Here I'm chilling, out on an old bat's tip to sharpen the fuzz-dishes with blindfolds," he changed the direction of his face and pointed to his concealed eyes with both hands, "when I catch whiff of that shit-filthy 'bacco that only one broke-ass sucker I know burns for pleasure instead of as an insecticide."

He chuckled deep and grittily, only a few feet away now from the other genin but facing completely the opposite way. He thrust one finger into the air, continuing to sway closer. "Then I start hearing that pre-'cademy whine of those bitch-genin you-me-and-'Na whipped that other day. A-haha, and I'm like--am I tripping?"

Tsuuki's body rotated about-face, as stiff and steady as a door, his cherished pipe now perched handily near his smirk. "Then I start remembering scarfing down these next-level herbs and fungi the elders won't even touch without gloves, and suddenly it's like me telling me, 'yeah, young-moon, you're massively tripping bats right now!" His own laugh was cut short so that he could draw hard from his pipe, the burning aroma as lively to the nostrils as horseradish.

The three genin, who had been caught off guard by Tsuuki's stealthy appearance earlier, had time enough since to recompose themselves, only to find themselves now almost stunned with bewilderment. "Psst! Am I tripping bats right now, too?" asked the female genin, nearest to Tsuuki, of their self-approinted leader with genuine self-concern.

"Don't GIRL out on me again, that Koumori is all doped up on his forest flowers! Just knock his stoned ass over!" Barked the leader back, easy for him to say when he wasn't the same one to be trounced by Tsuuki at their last pair-off. Still, the genin perhaps did have something to prove to her callous teammate, and lunged at Tsuuki with kunai drawn. The lanky batboy leaned back to evade and kept leaning further and further, the foolhardy genin following until she toppled over herself right onto her own back, while Tsuuki caught himself horizontally with a quick burst of Wind from his palm, also parallel with the ground.

The red-faced genin recovered enough to twist her lower-half into a sweeping kick, which Tsuuki rolled over from foot seamlessly to hand, and spiraling to greet face-on the enraged genin as she returned to her feet and swung for the kunai to go right into Tsuuki's neck. The batboy bobbed and weaved fluidly out of the blade's arch with what appeared to be a spontaneous dance move, ending in a crouched open-palm pound into the overstepped genin's solar plexus. It wasn't disabling though her eyes bulged and her stature bent, and just as her diaphragm yanked for that first stunned gasp of air, Tsuuki floated up on his feet while exhaling at last the milky smoke from his lungs, leading straight into hers.

The young kunoichi immediately went into coughing fits while Tsuuki strolled towards Supaiku, reaching out to his bat with his face angled strangely. "Good ivy, right? Give a minute for your breath to catch, then you'll be flying, star-girl." And, in her seconds-away altered brain process, that is precisely and vividly what she would be experiencing.

"A-haha, I tell you, HH, if this solid beatdown we're about to give is all some hallucination, I hope I never sober up," he greeted his friend with a nod and casual salute, taking his side now and a thousand more times still yet to come.

"What's the point in joining if...


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Re: Remembrance

PostPosted by Tsuneo » Sun Mar 08, 2015 3:51 pm

Focusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocus...

A big, deep, breath.

"Earth Release: Earth Golem!"

The headache crackled her brain before the charka was even done leaving her palm. The earth before her shifted and lurched, gathered up from a million individual grains of soil and stone and lifted up in the roughly hewn shape of a head: the kind of misformed head that a toddler might make with clay. It rose, all the way until it had shoulders and half of an arm, and then fell over into a pile.

Pile number 17.

Hana fell back onto her (if she was so bold to say, finely shaped) ass and sighed. It was dark, it was cold, and she was ravenously hungry, and she was pretty sure there was hardly a spark of chakra left in her reserves. It all pissed her off.

Fire had been so easy, so full of life and passion and motion. Earth was...not. It just was. It sat there and was...earthy. And if you wanted to move it, you had to be calm and stubborn and dull and it was just not coming to her. At all.

Maybe she should switch elements. She'd thought of it a hundred times, hell, Dinn had suggested it. Lightning or Wind would come much easier to her. Earth, in a lot of ways, was the opposite of Fire, even if Water seemed like it was.

So why was she busting her finely-shaped ass to get it mastered?

She didn't know. And she wasn't going to find out sitting in the dark and the cold with an empty stomach, so she got up, gathered her bag, did her best to tie her hair into "disheveled-but-that-kind-of-suggestive-disheveled-that-made-you-wonder-what-sort-of-sexy-antics-made-it-disheveled" look and marched toward home.

And that's when came upon an ever-familiar scene.

Supaiku: pissed off. Tsuuki: high. The stage? An open area of Kumogakure full of people the pair of them were about to beat into some unrecognizeable hamburger-nin.

The only difference was that she was already exhausted from making earth piles.

She ran through some possibilities. The best result would be to end the fight quickly. Extending it would just fuel the bloodlust in the pair of lads and that's when they would do something they might regret. Of course she couldn't end a fight, she could hardly end anything.

Maybe she could just...

"Guys do you think that just maybe this one time we don't beat up the upstarts? I mean, I know it's kinda our thing, but maybe we can just shake them off with a warning."

She stood along the edge and sighed, leaning against one of the statues. The attacking genin, already confused from Tsuuki, couldn't really process Hana's much more mundane entrance.
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Re: Remembrance

PostPosted by Spike » Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:38 am

Lightning came naturally to the Hantaa, it was erratic, uncontrollable and destructive, traits many would discard towards the boy themselves without a second thought. Yet, they over-looked how the people of Raikou had lived with such a thing, shaping it and being shaped themselves in return by what many thought to be nature's vengeance. In the beginning of it's history, the people of Kumo had lost much to the storms that plagued the lands but with time, patience and some understanding they stopped fearing it, worked with it and harnessed it for power that made their village one of the most productive of all. It powered their machinery and jump-started a industrial revolution unlike any other, allowing them to prosper. They owed all their safety, wealth and power to it.

Many forgot this and used lightning as both a symbol of nobility and hatred. Dinn was referred to by many as 'the child of lightning' for his power and control of the element while Supaiku had been at one point been called the 'scourge of lightning' for his quickening mastery of the same element, only his was treated with disdain. People saw the future within Dinn, the past within Supaiku.

Always with the past when it involved him it seemed.

Despite it all, there were still people that acted as lightning rods in Supaiku's life and thankfully kept him grounded, stopped him from proving the villagers right. Even if one of them was of questionable mind after so many bowls of Koumori's infamous product.

The small bat that landed on his shoulder cracked the boy from his stupor, his lightning fizzled and vanished and his rage subsided as Tsuuki floated onto the scene, speaking what seemed like complete nonsense brought on by a hazy trip. If that was true, the female genin should've felt especially ashamed of herself for being beat down by the high-flyer. The Hantaa could do little more than chuckle and shake his head as the ying to his yang stood beside him in a scene that would get the pair put down in history for better or for worse, shoulder to shoulder, brothers in arms ready to fight even the world it came to it.

"Yeah, like being clear-headed has ever been our thing, right?" Hell, it was practically their motto at this point. Running head first into a situation and breaking through any obstacle put before them with sheer tenacity and the rather confused and half-trounced trio before them were just that, another obstacle. Their confusion only grew when the third member of Dinn's troop appeared with slightly less grandeur than Tsuuki's singing and dancing number.

"What's with all the losers popping up!? They have a yardsale at the dummy farm?" Of course this unnamed genin was going to go far in life with such word smithery. He would have a bright future in the Cloud senate if nothing else. "You're outfit looks pretty beat up, I guess that's expected from the flakey fashionista!" Ooh, pretty big word for the leader of the dumb-dumb three and with alteration sprinkled on top no less! His future was getting brighter and brighter.

That is, if the doctors would be able to reset his jaw after what was to come.

"Shaddup!" Once again, Supaiku threw himself straight admist opponents without a second thought with speed that they were completely caught off guard by. Without the weapons and gear he usually carried, he was quite quick on his feet after all. A kick to the girl's ribcage sent her catering back towards Tsuuki with yet another coughing fit from her tortured lungs before his body spun to deliver an elbow to the other male of the group, sending him straight to the ground clutching his head. Dumb-dumb leader had enough time for his brain to move at a snails pace, processing that Supaiku was indeed with punching distance. His shoulder lunged back to throw a sloppy shot only to miss when the Hantaa leaned back, hand pressing against the ground behind him before pushing him back up with renewed momentum for a skull cracking headbutt.

"No one talks shit about my team mates, asshole!" Walking backwards, Supaiku allowed his clashing orbs of blue and green to enjoy the sight of the boy clutching in pain at his forehead, too disorientated to moved much nor speak. As Supaiku joined his team-mates, he clutched his head with a grunt of displeasure. "Christ does he have a thick skull..." He groaned, his own brain now feeling slightly discombobulated as the adrenaline subsided. "C'mon, let's get outta here before the cone-heads show up." Breaking off into a run into the night, the sword punk showed some sense of learning after hanging around too much after a scuffle, allowing the Kumo police who were dubbed 'cone-heads' by the teen for their ridiculous constable hats the chance to catch him all too easily and land him in trouble time and time again.

Laughing as he made a series of jumps to make it to one of the slated roof tops, Supaiku seemed to be completely wiped of his melancholy thanks to Hana and Tsuuki, lost mid-moment in one of the many antics they always seemed to find themselves in, much to Dinn and Hana's chagrin.

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Re: Remembrance

PostPosted by Tsuuki » Thu Apr 02, 2015 2:50 am

The blindfolded Koumori smirked, baring one fang and perking his conical ear on that side, the pepper-colored fuzz along it tickled by the familiar motto from Supaiku. Without any negative implication, it was grounding for him--ironic influence from a Lightning user--and he felt the fog of hallucination weaken against the grips of his awakening focus. This ancient specialty of his people that he was immersing himself into... he felt that it would someday be the wildest adventure that never finishes its first step. Endless journeys without ever unfolding your legs, a million to be lived in just one breath alone. He would need his friends--and his conditioned senses--to find his way back home after every, well, "trip."

"Pft! Clear minds are overrated, my electric-blue brotherdude, it just means they're not using all that free space! Empty-headed, you dig it?" he chuckled smokily, head rolling on his shoulders as he turned his nose to the breeze. Familiar, feminine salts--sweat evaporated swiftly from Fire-chakra--but a distinct uniqueness to it from usual... dust, broken earth... his nose identified her just as his ears triangulated on his approaching comrade. Though his Koumori senses had locked on, there was a nagging yet veiled sensation that she was further away, or smaller than all those around him. Her weary voice gave him a clue: was his addled consciousness detecting chakra levels?

His body twisted and rose up onto one clawed toe, then he swayed like a drifting, drugged leaf with unnatural balance and stature. "Na could be onto something, man, it could be in the best interest of scientific process to abandon the physical punishment teaching method..." The bat-ninja's movements rotated him back to about face the frankly dumbfounded opposing squad, his middle and ring finger extended from a relaxed fist. There was an egg-sized flicker of rippled lightwaves around the fingertips, evidence of Tsuuki's unique practice in passive Wind-ninjutsu--not the typical, haphazardly slicing display you'd see from the less-refined Wind users. "... let's try psychological punishment this time," he gravelly chuckled.

The opposing team paid no heed: the leader gave Tsuuki's warped discretion the impression that his head was, in actuality, just a rock; the secondary male teammate might have not even been there at all, having not said or moved since appearing; and then his own victim, who forgot the urge to cough as her breath disappeared from her lungs, sucked away by her sharp gasp as her limbs went stiff as sticks and flailed wildly. To her, she was falling back to earth, hundreds of feet per second as the air trampled over her ears and plundered her oxygen, rendering her too terrified of the inevitable splattering to scream out. In reality, the intense psychoactive components of the smoke had thrown open her mind to Tsuuki's earlier suggestion, and the singe of the smoke in her lungs paired with just a tickle of his Wind energy completed the illusion. Yeah, this genjutsu thing was proving to be quite intriguing territory to explore.

However the drawn-out "falling dream"-like experience was ended for her before she passed out from breathlessness, the rousing kick to the tits from Supaiku's quick-draw impatience to thank for that. Her goofy, whooping rasps made it all too easy for Tsuuki's ears to follow, and drawing his technique hand back, he easily reached out his other hand to first touch then gently guide the stumbling girl into position. Using her own momentum alone, he spun her into a tilted embrace and fluidly drew his postured hand back in and over her forehead. "Shh-shh, there now, to bed with ye now to relax those windbags, little one," he mumbled thickly, and softly touched his two fingers to her brow. The near-invisible Wind energy seemed to pass right into her, and with one last wet hack, her eyes began to flutter closed, and Tsuuki lowered her to the earth. "Sleep deep and take this last bit with you as you go: the next time you see me again, you will promptly lose all control of your bladder." Finally her head touched the dirt in full hypnotized slumber, just the shallow end of Genjutsu capabilities from Tsuuki's predictions.

With a sort of sweeping ease that made the past minute or two seem all part of one whole movement, Tsuuki was back on his feet and trotting weightlessly after Supaiku's heading, himself not exactly on the good samaritan list of the "coneheads," and their organization not exactly on his "good vibes" list. From his baggy coat, Tsuuki withdrew not a weapon-scroll of Tasogare but just a simple-looking paper umbrella. While his giant shuriken had been recovered since the awkward birthday of their team, and although the signature weapon was not completely retired, Tsuuki had found its brutality to be counter-intuitive to the rare control of Wind he was developing. What served better, amusingly, was any ordinary umbrella, just like the one he'd stolen from the snooty woman that same day. That particular umbrella had been obliterated in training long ago, before he'd learn to curl in the volatile ribbons of loose Wind inwards to form perfect, harmonious rotations that took on life of their own.

Tsuuki rolled his head and his body snaked along with it, his friendly smile aimed back at Hana with their former opponents scattered at their feet between them. He extended his free hand to her. "You're all fizzled out, Na-HaHaHa, want a ride? I'm picking up that Supaiku'd appreciate a spot of camaraderie tonight--we can bill him for breakfast in morning!" He pointed the umbrella upwards just as twists of dust and grass trims stirred around his feet, tracing the gathering Wind chakra around himself. The umbrella's sails opened with a pop, and not a second later there was a loud puff that sent Tsuuki (and Hana, if she accepted) soaring upwards, propelled not by Wind chakra from himself, but by a chain-reaction set in motion at the launchpad with the use of his chakra. At the peak of the his ascent, simply a second cast of his chakra pushes him to drift downwards to his destination, like a stoned Mary Poppins.

"So what's got you out startin' grudge matches in the night, electric-blue?" he casually inquired as he executed his landing silently and gracefully, the umbrella being stowed and his pipe taking its place in his hand. Nothing short of typical, a half dozen bats would steadily find their way through the dark to flutter admiringly around him.

"What's the point in joining if...


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Re: Remembrance

PostPosted by Tsuneo » Fri Apr 10, 2015 7:28 pm

What a pretty umbrella.

It was about all the brainpower Hana had left. She was glad that Supaiku and Tsuuki made short work of the hooligans before they made their dramatic escapes. Well, hers wasn't dramatic. Hers was just leaning on Tsuuki and trying not to cough at the smell of him. She'd become far more accustomed to the odd bat man and his odd foresty ways, but still the smell.

A few fleeting ideas for alterations to his umbrella danced through her head. There might be a way to improve his flight control, if she just added a flap here and fin there...

Umbrella-flight-designs later. Food now.

They settled down in some quiet corner of Kumogakure's sprawling village, down a few levels from where they were at the mount, which was smart because by the time the authorities got to the top, they probably wouldn't feel like running all the way down here to catch them. In fact, they probably wouldn't bother at all, given that Supaiku was so painfully identifiable. Easier to just tell Dinn-sensei and be over it all.

Wasn't that going to be a fun day of training...

"A bun cart!"

The girl was a streak of golden blonde and had crashed up against the bun cart as it hobbled its way down the street. The beleaguered bun maker was about to tell her that he was closed, it was late, there'd be more buns tomorrow, but the torrential words shot out of Hana and battered the poor man so badly that he gave her a dozen buns out of fear for his life.

They were a little cold, but she jammed one in her mouth all the same. She returned to her teammates, who were walking down the empty streets.

"You guys aren't going to let me eat all of these are you?" She opened the bag and motioned it to them. "I'm gonna get fat if you do. Don't let me get fat, that's not what teammates do."
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