Post by KAGUYA JOJO on Dec 3, 2012 12:13:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 430px; height: 500px,btable][style=margin-top: -120px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px solid black; border-left: 5px solid black; width: 150px; overflow: hidden;] [/style][style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 12px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: 15px;]Tags: Story Time[/style] [style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; color: black; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: -1; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 10px; border-left: 5px solid black; margin-top: -10px;]Notes: Orochimaru Time![/style] | [style=border-left: 20px solid black; font-family: Bodoni MT Black; color: black; padding: top: 15px; padding-left: 5px; font-style: bold; line-height: 0.7; font-size: 40px; margin-left: -12px; height: 500px; text-transform: uppercase;] S a m u s[/style] | [style=text-align: justify; font-family: courier; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: -1; border: 0px; height: 500px; margin-left: 5px; color: black; line-height: 0.9; overflow: auto;] The day, it was cool and calm in the delight of the unintentional lines of the air. The flux to which one will inevitably sees the terrain of the given area in question. It was outside the village, not even five kilometers away, where Jojo would take her day and train. The same spot where she had fought Zero with the efforts of only three of her five dances. Where the two fell in love and in the end began dating. This was a meeting place of fond memories between the two and now Jojo would be here for an entirely different purpose. The purpose to train upon a hidden talent; the talents of which one could find their own purposeful areas of knowledge, these knowledgeable spots kept one in their place, their one area to which they excelled. Like martial arts was a Taijutsu masters’ area of expertise and so on. Jojo’s area of expertise aside from clan jutsu which required dancing, swordsmanship, and athletics; the skill that Jojo worked on and excelled most wherein would be her Ninjutsu. The abilities of fire, inducing the currents of water, and inevitably the skill to pour chakra into the area around her and from there learn the largest and most versatile areas to know, “Sensory Ninjutsu”. From such a fine and indistinguishable areas to learn she trained on her sensory skills, learning the area around her and picking out individual things that have eluded her knowledge for so long. The fluttering wings of a butterfly, the small amount of life force it held within itself and contained so much energy while fluttering in the wind. Soon notably the downfall of such a beautiful creature has come. The creature would find itself caught in a spider web. Life and death, the butterfly faced its end at the hands of the spider. The hunt performed by a predator, soon followed by the death of the prey. It happened to be that the spider found itself at the hands of a bird, caught in the talons while Jojo spotted it all consecutively held together that entire day. Sweat running down her forehead and onto the calm end of her head, flowing unto the edge of her nose and then dropping; such a drop to find it falling onto the strands of threads woven together for clothing. It was the happenings of which life was a purpose behind on that can then lead into the format of which one’s own life could lead it therein. Jojo sensed it perform, sensing the deaths of the creatures beneath her and inevitably sensing the creation of life, the birthing of birds all of which was possible from the cute little butterflies death. Dark chakra however had emanated itself where these birds were being born. Such a principle of rebirth, one that Jojo found interesting. Standing up, opening her eyes and then shuttling herself forward with indefinable speeds. This dark chakra should not be here, such chakra proved deadly to all things imaginable and Jojo could not think of how dangerous such a field could be. Her body moving forward to stop short when seeing the goal, a shrine entrance leading into a spot of deadly chakra. Such a place emanated itself with deadly smells and chakra. Looking and forming itself as something with absolute dissolution of chakra. Breaking apart these born birds and taking them, ripping them to shreds it would seem. There was death to all things that occurred in this place and yet Jojo felt anger relatively equal to the Sussano she felt of Zero’s back when she found him in his old home. This place of such death, she only slowly entered the grounds, the dark chakra so deadly and emanated so much that it clung to her feet as she passed through here. Such eminence, yet Jojo entered of her own accord. Was it curiosity or a wish to dispel such darkness from this dark and dreary place? She personally did not know and more so, she would soon find out about the darkest corners that flooded the Land of Fire. Entering this place, pulling a sword of bone out of her shoulder, planning to use the Camellia Dance for any unseen trouble and all the while, twirling it slowly in her hand. She would listen to the air. It was foggy, filled with a purple mist that she had only seen in a few select pieces of terrifying chakra. This place filled with the smog of death; Jojo held her suspicions as to what this place resembled. Her eyes focused in, on the area, and inevitably her chakra sensory skills going haywire as she focused on the paths of darkness that filled the area. Such darkness, as she passed the fifth room in, a decaying corpse on the floor, blood only leaving a stain and flaked over. Approximate time of death was thirteen to fifteen years ago by the amount of decay on the body. The musky smell of the growth governed by the mushrooms on this being, such growth from the beauty of death it appeared. Jojo gripped one of her swords, hearing what sounded like footsteps and to her biggest surprise; she could sense the elemental affinities inside which this was a lightning clone. She had no idea who or what summoned the being but her body instantly focused itself to the sharp instincts necessary for defense. The lightning clone was not that of any normal being, rather it was that of someone thought to be dead for the longest amount of times, a lightning clone roughly equivalent to that of man said to have cause mass turmoil across the land. That much was for certain and roughly more so it would appear. This man was Orochimaru although the clone himself was nothing like what she had ever imagined. He was more than just an average Shinobi, this was more than any one Shinobi could ever handle on their own. This clone was not just lightning, no he was more and that was the scary part, having to be this close just to sense it. This frightened Jojo and yet she held firm, looking as she saw the clone only pass by, like an enigma or a ghost. This clone just moved on as if it were nothing, doing nothing as it were. What was going one was the main question and why was this person here, more so why was Jojo following him? Such questions had filled her head and it was inexplicably different from what she could possibly renew her views on such things. What was going on here kept going through her mind and when a Orochimaru opened the door she would follow, looking inside as she would see a giant scroll. A second individual had emerged, a child that seemed to be an obedient student and she would be watching and listening. Soon she too was partaking in the thoughts that filled such formulas. These were the memories of the building, the hideout of Orochimaru. Jojo would train like the youngling she copied from, the hand seals and movements necessary. Inevitably, she would view the trainee and even perform similar jutsu after painfully performing a tattoo art onto the underside of her forearms. The emblem of the snake as she watched and memorized the summoning hand seal to enact the scroll of snakes, opening such a portal of unknown beliefs as the snake sage before her had brought it about, enacting the forms of the snake in the ways similar to the destructive form of many individually small snakes. Only then did these two actually make sound, only to hear the proper name of such a technique, “…Hidden Shadow Snake Hands…” The technique that appeared to summon three snakes out of hidden clocked parts of the arms and ideally from the forearms to assemble and provide a further reach. Such a form was productively more expansive as the form of the snakes grew the green and brown scales all Jojo could see as she too performed this difficult technique. “Child, this technique will aid in any form of combat that pertains to Taijutsu. Increasing your reach and deadly accessibility alone will provide an even larger contrast as it is. I will tell you child, only use this technique once per battle. If used more often then it will be easier and easier to take out and you would be weakened by the waste of chakra,” The sound of Orochimaru’s voice was so alluring, not in the lovely way, and it provided such a contrast to be deadly to the ears. It proved to be quite the permeable form of speaking as she had read the lips and listened to the man’s voice. Such a form of dedication to the snake arts and as it occurred she found it to be ever so more delightful in the manner of the jutsu training that took more mental strain than anything else. Jojo shot her arm out, sending the formation of three individually summoned snakes and manageably sending them about and with such accuracy pulled stones from the wall and by creating heavier knuckles with her Kekkei-Genkei of bone manipulation. Spiked out of her knuckles she punched and destroyed the stone evenly. Such a skillful solution as her smile only grew, it proved to be ever so much more enjoyable to the form of the impervious amount of knowledge. She mastered the jutsu with what seemed to be little time, in reality she had been missing for three days it would be and the amount would only grow. The determining factor of the skill here would only grow. Learned:
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