The Merry Little Spider [ASK]

[The Lazy One]

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The frigid darkness of the forest simply evoked the world around her with simple bliss; the hidden instincts of her kind mixed with her own wants only made this world of hers that much sweeter. The glamor of the shadowed vase; mixing motions of the breaking light that managed to sustain through the mass of foliage that coated, and smothered the forest around her into the endless world that is what so claimed to be. The unique creatures; the dangers, and the fright it brought into many. It made the perfect place for what she had planned to do....the darkest, most evil thing possible....she was slacking on duty. Normally forced to patrol; hmph.

Anyone who came by the area; the little slant of mountain mixed with the hundreds of trees. A small female hung from the branch of a large; ancient, and miraculous oak. Only hanging by what most would compare as wire but in truth carried a glimmer of minor gold, and happened to only show through when the light managed to breach the darkness. Otherwise, she simply seemed to float in place.

The young female had dropped her arms down below her head while she hung upside down; her hair dangling from the distance, and gravity of her current situation. A small murmured groan slipped from her lips; a few small yawns, and the eventual sound of slumber could easily be heard from anyone within a few feet or so of distance from the center of the noise. Though something seemed rather different. A few small threads of what appeared to be silk had been drawn from her fingertips, twining across the trees, ground, grass, and the entire landscape around her. Thousands of small fibers all connecting, and twisting around each other to focus around a single point of convergence.

Her face a simple-near long like apperance; somewhat pale in apperance but otherwise a normal peach to dark-tan in some parts of her face. Her lips a simple red; painted with lipstick or natural items. Perhaps berries or something such as "dyed" ice cream. Her eyes closed shut but otherwise a natural green-reddish color. Her clothing simple; but showy in some sense. A basic under-garb colored black covered her chest, legs, arms, and feet with a some-what see through net like fabric. Above it a simple pair of tabi-styled pants. Brown in coloring, and only fully drawn on her right leg. On the left ending at the knee. Her feet seemed to be covered with a pair of sandals made of straw, and some wood. A single leather strap covering the front.

Her torso covered with a long-drapping half kimono mantle that completely covered her chest, stomach, and left arm. The right one left open to the cool breeze of the wind. Her headband seemed to hang next to her body; on a small string.

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Kumo Soukei (Spider Web Area)
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m), Far (10m+)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Low per turn

[DEVIL—]

Kusa no Kuni. . .

. . . It was so peaceful there.

In the days following the war against Sunagakure, Bass found himself spending more and more time in the comforting canopy and dimly lit forests. From the soft beds of grass to the gentle breezes ushering his clay falcon along, the Iwa-native was becoming more in love with this foreign territory each and every second he spent within its boundaries. With the disappearance of former Tsuchikage, the new appointee suggested the Jounin take some time off.

Much needed time off, mind you.

There was only one destination Bass could think of, and he was there. The bird sifted through the cool air like a phantom, expertly evading the web-like branches and slew of creatures that called this forest home. "I don' wanna go back," he admitted to himself and the silence of the forest as his clay bird continued to glide. He truly didn't. He wished, with all his heart, that he could simply stay here in the forest and live out the rest of his life in peace and solitude.

Up ahead, the path was clear, having widened out into a cleft of sorts. Bass, sitting comfortably on his falcon, leaned back and closed his eyes as he soaked in the chasms of light penetrating the canopy above. Peace, he thought to himself. Why can't I just find peace -- even rusty swords get put away at some point, right? I feel like my time came a long time ago.

Little did the Iwa-nin know, there was a rather unsuspecting surprise ahead of him. A girl hanging from a tree, right in the way of his clay bird. Eyes closed, senses all but dulled, a crash between the two parties seemed almost inevitable.

[The Lazy One]

The world all but dulled to the young female; she leaped into the darkness of her own mind; the dreams of many flooding into her vision. Everything else nothing to her, no concern, no want, nothing was what she wanted. She loved her peace, the escape of fighting, the elation of sleep. Perfect but it was all cut short. The sudden twinge of her fabrics made her alert. Her eyes latched open only to see what appeared to be a sleeping male, riding a large bird. The webbing sensing the elation of wind that embraced upon the flapping wings of this creature.

"Man," was all she managed to say as it came to a crashing conclusion. She far too lazy to evade, far too unwilling to move from this soon to be explosive meeting of two people, one male, and one female. Far to lazy to even finish this thoug- and it was over.

[DEVIL—]

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaa--- OOMPH!" Bass grunted as his body was thrown against the female's, hard. The bird of clay became nothing more than a mangled construct against the branch she'd previously hung from, with much of its softer pieces not crumbling down to the earth in a fine, alabaster rain. The sheer force behind the collision was enough to pull the girl and her webs clean from the tree, leaving the both of them to free-fall to the ground.

Thump!!! Bass hit the ground first, smashed down further by the six-armed female that would have landed flat on his back. Hardly aware, and hardly alert, the Jounin could only groan in agony as he moved slowly to a better position -- one preferably from under the girl, and onto his side.

"I'm sorreh about dat," he grunted while rustling some dirt from his pale hair. "I didn't even see ya der--" He paused, glancing at the girl's. . . two, three-- no four-- no, six arms. He'd never seen anything like it a day in his life.

"... Ya got a few arms, huh?"

[The Lazy One]

MAN! that hurt, and boy it really did. The only thing she could remember was a massive clay object slamming into her along with a male. The dazzle of the bits of clay turning into a sparkling rain as each piece cluttered the floor of the massive foliage below. The drop if higher would serve to be a problem. Then the eventual drop onto the males back; he hit the ground first, and from the sight of it. That hurt even worse then the encounter, then the combination of her landing on his back. Wow, surprised he can even move after something like that happened.

She mustered enough strength to mumble to herself as she leaned to the side, and pushed from the ground with what little strength she wanted to use. All of her arms pressing onto the cold ground that smothered them both only moments ago.

"Man, that really did hurt...I was sleeping so well," she managed to speak up after a few seconds had passed. Now standing up below her earlier spot, she had begun to deeply rub the back of her right top arm, and lower left leg at the same time. Noticeably rubbing out the bruised spots that had been caused.

"What of it? You going to make fun of me like other people do? If so, go ahead. It'll let me get back to sleep," she mustered up the courage to speak once more. Starting to take a few steps towards the tree she had been dangling from only moments ago. Right in front of her; or well above her was a dangle of thick thread that had been formed far before the male managed to make his appearance. With it set in mind; she managed to quickly slam her foot against the bark of the tree. Push off with a bit of force, and flush herself back into the air by a few feet. In the same moment; gripping, and pulling herself back up onto the nearly-ultra thin fabric of silk. With it in grip; she continued to do as she had done nearly dozens of times in the last week or so.

Using it as a stepping stone; she flipped her weight upwards, and released the thread to land a few feet above it on a small cluster of webbing. Now a few feet in the air; around ten or so. She sat down, and laid back on the bed.

"If you happen to be wanting to kill me for some reason, let me know so I can you know. Do what it is people do when that happens,"

[DEVIL—]

"Laugh at you?" Bass inquired with a curious, lofted brow. Making fun of people was a child's game, and unfortunately for Bass, he felt as though he was born a man. From the moment he could walk, and the mouths in his hands began to churn, he was forged into a weapon: weapons didn't tease people or make stupid jokes. They killed and defended; their sole purpose was war. So, while he did find the girl's extra appendages interesting, not even a spark of humorous laughter erupted from his thins lips.

Tilting his head as the girl climbed her web, he shrugged. "Not at all, ma'am. Just because I ain't seen ya kind befo' dun mean I'mma laugh at ya," he explained with a calm, cool demeanor. "Besides, I dun really got any room ta be laughin' at anyone, no way."

Shamelessly, the Jounin lifted both hands to reveal his abnormal palms. The mouths in his hands smiled brightly, releasing their moist, pink tongues to lip the makeshift lips and pearly white teeth. "See, I be havin' ma own quirks and wha' not. I dun had plenta o' people try n' take a jab at me fo' ma hands, or how I be talkin'." Willing the mouths to close, he dropped his hands back to their respective sides.

Reaching into one of the pouches at his waist, he retrieved a small pre-sculpted bird and let it rest in the center of his palms. Tossing it forward and forming a single seal with his free hand, the bird erupted into a pillar of smoke -- revealing it to have nearly tripled in size once the veil cleared. Leaping into its back, the falcon took flight, hovering by the girl's bed of webs. "And I ain't got no reason ta be tryin' ta kill ya, eitha. Ya ai'nt eva had someone just be interested in talkin' ta ya?"

She seemed rather jaded -- sad, really. "I'm Bass, of Iwagakure. What's ya name, honneh?"

[The Lazy One]

Talking? She nearly chuckled as the man spoke; and both performed that interesting act of technique. The hands with mouths was a bit odd-unique, and interesting all at the same time but she knew something had to be off bout him. There usually was but it wasn't as odd as hers; he could hide those but when she hid hers it hurt, not just physically but emotionally as well. It was what she was, it was what made her how she is. That and the fact she happens to be the laziest thing in the world. Everyone knew it, everyone knew or thought she was so lazy that she wouldn't fight back but in truth. It was a waste of energy, a waste of what she could do.

To those that knew her enough or well enough, she was a tracker. Capable of hunting just as effectively as her kind were able, nothing sneaked up on her while she was alert, nothing hurt her, and nothing could kill her without great enough preparation. The true reason was that she always, when stopped produced a web of no less then fifty meters in each direction. The smallest breeze did not go unnoticed, the smallest twinge, twitch and touch became know to her. Most of the time she was too lazy to avoid it or even care, that was just her.

"Interesting, but unlike me. Those can be hidden...me, I'm not only like this but I'm sort of disliked for it. I'm pretty...you know, lazy, and people know that I don't like to waste energy. I just like sleeping in my web, and slacking off," she chuckled just as she finished speaking. Wrapping her hands around each other, and folding them onto her chest. She was relaxed, dazed off, and just simply in peace. She disliked fighting, aggression, and most anything that lead to moving around. She happened to be a near-perfect copy of a certain species.

"I'm Taidana Sasanagi of Kusagakure but you can call me Tai; I'm the last of my kind around here. Talking really isn't my best subject, tis why I stay in here most of the time. That, and the peaceful quiet; dark hiding places, and rather abundant food supply. I do like fruit, sides. Its always fun seeing the creatures around her, the giant reptiles, amphibians, and all those other little critters," she nodded afterwards, she felt as if it gave her meaning to stay around this place. She often turned to the wildlife for guidance, and sometimes dreamed of staying here forever. It was simple bliss.

[DEVIL—]

"Sure, I could hide 'em if I really wanted too," Bass agreed, "But why would I? It's a part o' who I be, y'know? I ain't got no reason ta be hidin' a part o' myself!" The bird floated closer to the girl's web. "And, tha same can be said about yaself - sure, it's kinda funky, but nothin' ta try n' hide. Bein' unique don't make ya weird or anythin'."

Sitting comfortably on his falcon, the Kibaku-Nendo tilted his head. "And, I know what'cha mean about bein' lazy. My superiors gotta hassle me all ta time about it." He laughed at the thought of the Tsuchikage bellowing. "I 'onno, I just dun like ta work as much as tha othas in the village."

"So, ya part o' tha Sasanagi clan, huh?" Bass had a curious expresson on his face. "Tha old Tsuchikage was a part o' dat clan. She ain't have no extra arms, tho - must've had 'em removed, ja? I can't see why - mo' jutsu, in my opinion."

[The Lazy One]

What? she pondered for a moment as the male spoke; why would anyone remove them? It was required for the single most powerful technique to have been invented in the last hundred or so years. A technique so feared, so potent that it could obliterate everything in its path with a single well placed shot. The ultimate defense, offense, and supplementary techniques required the full range of movements usable by the unique physical formation.

"Removed them? Even I wouldn't do that, without them. I doubt I could use a single technique from my clan, besides the Golden Silk...but...there are powerful arts deeper down into the midst of my kind that require each arm. The tension usable by only our kind, the unique abilities coupled with the superior strength that only we can achieve....that would be suicide to remove the ultimate natural defense...," she spoke out; half sure, half confused about who or what would do that. She was able to strike at six directions at once, able to perform multiple techniques, and even move with great agility..only due to her physical form.

That thought continued to ponder within her head, each moment that passed. She seemed surprised, never changing, never altering. She simply questioned why someone would do that, why someone would destroy their very natural abilities.

She won't lie however, she thought about it before when she was a kid but she quickly grew to accept what she was, and simply avoided people nearly all the time to keep what she was to herself. With her thoughts closing into a single draw; she looked upwards towards the male, and allowed two of her arms to rise upwards into the air. Clapping together the fingers together, and snapping the palms shut for a second or so.

[DEVIL—]

"I didn't say I agree wit tha decision," he interrupted. This girl was blabbin' on about shit he just didn't give two shits about. "I was just sayin' wha tha Tsuchikage did, ya'know?" Scratching his chin, he began to ponder the idea of several arms. "Like I done said, mo' jutsu in ma opinion; it'd be a lot easier ta win a fight, tha's fo' sure."

Pullin' out his headphones from his satchel, Bass turned on his cd-player and began to jive to the tunes blastin' from the DJ-styled headset. Of course, he slung them around his neck so he could still hear the girl if she decided to do some more talking.

"I'd be able ta make a lot o' bombs with dat many arms," he said idly as he continued to daydream. So many explosions, he mused to himself. "So, besides bein' a lazy good fo' nothin' and layin' about, what do ya do fo' fun? Any games ya like ta play? Spar? Anythin'?"

[The Lazy One]

Fun? This -WAS- fun for her or well it made the time fly by rather quickly; fun...fun? Hm.....she wondered about the various things anyone could call fun or hope to do so. First of all she did enjoy slacking off, and simply watching the sky as the clouds fluttered by like the endless waves of the sea. She loved the rain...was that fun? She continued to wonder about this question for a good width of time, she had no clue how to answer this or what to answer it with.

"Fun...?," she simply spoke out in a dazed voice; she was a bit confused, and filled with thought at the moment. Her mind continued to wander off into the fields of thought, and simple imagination. Then she remembered the word spar that the male happened to have said a moment ago. Sparring? That was a bit -too- much work for her to think of it as fun but it could be worth a try...maybe? She chuckled to herself for a few moments; letting the male see the amusement that thought held.

"Maybe sparring? I don't really have anything fun I like to do; maybe read a book, sleep, slack around, and sometimes I enjoy hunting," she nodded after that last remark, all of her kind enjoyed that but none more then she. She loved to set a trap; an ambush, and simply wait for days at a time. Capturing any souls idiotic enough to step into the less then obvious ambush. Of course she let them go but it let her get a bit of her pent up instincts out.

[DEVIL—]

"I see," Bass whistled. Not out of admiration, but simply the shock of her laziness. The Jounin was pretty fuckin' lazy, but this bitch was just goin' retarded with the definition; even havin' fun seemed to be like a job to her. That was just bafflin' to him, and honestly, boring as all hell.

Edgin' his bird closer, until only an inch or so was between its beak and the web, Bass leaned in. "Ya need ta step ya game up, lil' girl-- ya need a new damn definitan o' fun if ya ain't got nothin' tha ya like ta do. Tha' just sad," he frowned. "A cute lil' than like yaself should be out n' about, rackin' in tha boys and makin' 'em buy yah new kunai or whateva ya broads like nowadays."

With several flaps of its clay wings, the bird lifted itself higher than the girl's web, edging back several meters as well. "But, if ya wanna spar, we can do dat too --" A single hand had already sunk into the pouch at his side¹, "But I gotta warn ya, I don' really have any friendly jutsu."

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[The Lazy One]

While the young male continued to speak; so did she continue to listen. Clapping her first set of hands in front of her chest; she formed the first set of seals required for the next technique. “Buy me something? You could if you wanted,” she nodded as she crossed up a small blob of Golden Webbing within her mouth. It had begun, the first piece of her technique. If the male moved or not, she had set in motion the striking attack. “Nento!,” her mind rendered into thought; as she cocked her head back suddenly and expanded a thin net of Steel-like webbing from her mouth. The target was the male at this second, the webbing thin, and hard to see but provided a near-steel like resistance to most if any defenses. The net was wide enough to capture most of his body; and durable enough to sustain it for the moment. If the male did not manage to avoid the technique.

She would wisp her head to hard right, and attempt to sunder his body into the mass of tree next to her, and thus into another set of webbing she had made for a bed not too long ago. If he managed to avoid her technique; she had another set up, and another was the point of offensive combat. Her other hands completing the seals by this time; she simply swiped her lower hands across the mass of air in front of her, forcing a large, and sudden blast of wind to pick up, and slam not only its force but the dust, dirt, and various items within the area towards the male...as well as the amount of webbing she had spit up not but moments ago.

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Kumo Nento (Spider Sticking Spit)
Rank: D
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: 2
Chakra Consumption: Low

Fuusajin (Dust Wind)
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Offensive, Defensive
Handseals: 3
Chakra Consumption: Mid

[DEVIL—]

Even if the girl hadn't made her first set of seals rather obvious, the girl's technique was pretty obvious. The web was by no means thin and difficult to see (see image), and was easily discernible even among the somewhat filter lights from the sun above as it passed through the jade and emerald canopy. However, already bein' several meters away, evading the close-ranged assault was as easily done as it was said.

With a single flap of its wings, the clay bird lifted the Jounin higher into the sky and effortlessly out-ranged the girl's initial assault (now seven meters away). However, Bass didn't intend on lettin' the challenge go unanswered.

Simultaneous with his retreat, two small pigeons were launched from the palm that had previous been submerged in the satchel at his side. With a single seal, and a soft plume of smoke, their size nearly doubled (now nearly that of a standard palm) and their speed became more defined and concrete. The aforementioned spewing of web was inconsequential to the two constructs, which were parallel to it (and considering it didn't hit anything, was more than likely simply hanging from the girl's mouth now toward the earth). The two small birds veered out and then, easily capable of avoiding any and all projectiles under their creator's guidance until they were but a meter away from her.

"Katsu!" he would say. Both birds would erupt into a three meter explosion of powerful proportions, easily burning the girl's web into nothing more than cinders and causing her severe injuries if she were to be caught in the blast radius. However, presuming she'd mounted some sort of thwarting circumstance, Bass would refrain from the detonation and maneuver his pawns into a more favorable situation.

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Techniques,
Kibaku-Nendo, C1 (Exploding Clay, C1)
Rank C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m), Far (10m+)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: –
Chakra Consumption: 2x Mid

[/b]: This creations take a full preparation post of “crafting,” after the hand mouth has consumed the clay. This means that the creations cannot be used in the same post that the hands eat the clay.

This technique allows the user to create up to five small creatures, such as a cat or bird, per blob of clay. Likewise, they can create five medium sized creatures (wolves, lions, larger birds for traveling, etc) per two blobs of clay.

It should be noted that these explosions, at a maximum, can be three meters in size.[/ul]

Clay,
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[The Lazy One]

A small snicker slithered across her face as the male dodged both the first, and secondary attack. Step one complete was all she thought while he returned fire; sending two small clay-like creatures towards her direction before the eventually enlarging of both. (Both now roughly the size of a palm) She turned the usual lazy-whatever face of hers into a grin...the grin of a predator at large. The hunt was on, and Bass was the prey. As they closed in, as the "threatening motion" of her life was flashing upon her face. They inched closer, and closer to her. The world slowly motioning to that of a single flicker of time; she reacted. As any of her kind would have; the sensitive and hidden traits located upon each of her limbs began to flicker, and dance. Giving clear signal as they inched within the three-meter range.

As soon as they entered her domain of sensory-prowess. She had fully acted; kicking back off the tree she had been mounted upon; as well as webbing. She used the tension of the contained nesting in order to force her body upwards, and whirling into the air. Suddenly she had covered a meter, two meters, no three meters in what seemed like a second of time. Now smacking against the higher-leveled branches of the old oak. (Suggesting that the Birds did clear off, and move to a new location.) She had attached both her feet to the branch to keep her fine balance.

"Explosives, huh?," she "questioned" the man while she locked back onto her target. She had already begun the second part of her movement; focusing a small amount of Chakra within the chemicals located within her body. She had forced a special-net like webbing to begin to form within her mouth. The only true sight of its awakening was a sudden cheek-bulge that happened just a mil-second or so before she had suddenly spat forward, not one, not two, not even three but a total of six nets at the man's general direction, and area around him. Effectively attempting to not only cut off escape but force him to react to it. Each net-as strong as steel, each a glimmer of natural webbing. Easily seen in the light but harder to locate within the darkness she had pressed herself into.

Only a few flickers of light flooded the forest; each appearing as small lines of sight.

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Techniques,

Tier One - Spider-Sense:

Kumo Endo (Spider Long Walk)
Rank: D
Range: -
Type: Passive
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: -

Kumo Souka (Spider Web Flower) x 6 (6 Low)
Rank: C
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Offensive
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Low per net spit