Taking out the Trash [o]

[DEVIL—]

Bass floated soundly upon his clay falcon, adorned completely in his ebony robes and ANBU mask. His tracker had been custom-fitted to anchor comfortably anchor over the left eye socket of the mask, for both easy access and maximum utility.

The construct loomed a handful of meters (5) over the Tsuchikage Tower's height, putting the next closest building's roof even further below (10). Angled as he was (Bass is obliquely higher, directly in front of the building), he could see down at all before him.

Both hands were submerged into the satchels fastened to their respective hips. "Genjiiro Shiro," he bellowed from behind his mask. "I have come here to execute you for treason against Iwagakure no Sato! Face me alone, or with your pitiful minions. I will kill all those who dare side with a traitor as pathetic as you."

Bass had asked others to assist, though he wasn't sure if they would show. Not that it mattered, though. He would kill them all.

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[Haretsu]

By All Means, Captain

“Unbelievable.”

A disgusted mumble followed by spit skewering the dagger rocks below. It came in its entirety as he gawked at the man perched above. Haretsu’s demeanor became solemn once he indulged the condition. The sky was a transparent canvas for the fractured clouds, and a depiction he wanted to maintain. Mesmerizing his steel with his left palm, Haretsu’s grimace became lofty like his body.

Haretsu inclined forward with a stance parallel to his weapon, seemingly primed for combat. His tongue conquered his inferior lip as eyes scrutinized surroundings. To either direction, they flickered once before being set back upon the black robed ANBU mask-wearing foe. Listening to the enemy pressure the Tsuchikage, Genjiro Shiro, occupied his humor. Never in his life had he seen somebody this audacious.

Unfortunately, his opponent’s words would be the nail to their coffin. Fifteen meters away from the antagonist, on the plateau sheltering the village, a superb plan was complete. The opponent exhibited flaws that they would not be able to make up. It was an elevated price that many were reluctant to compensate for, but if this man wanted to barter, he crossed the right one. Haretsu’s mind fresh with steps, it would not be long before his rise.

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x1 Massive / x2 High

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[Leonov]

The exclamation seemed almost foreboding. Maximilian had followed the floating body of his old squad leader across the village. He had heard rumors. Words of something coming up. They were incredibly low-key information, news that only the Bass squad would be able to hear. And unfortunately, that meant that Maximilian was the last and only one to truly hear the news. It hurt him, hearing that his squad leader disapproved of everything in the village. But then again, things have really changed...

Maximilian made his way after the target of the man. His friend. The "enemy". It was a conflict of ideas and thoughts in the blonde's head as he ran for the tower. Once there, the man quickly jumped up the ridges located on the cliffs nearby, hustling over to where his eyes had hit a man standing over the civilians underneath on the road below. That man, hearing the words of Max's old ally, had assumed a stance of readiness. It seemed this man was ready for something.

"Yo! What the fuck's that guy doing!?" Maximilian shouted to the other man, Haretsu, as he approached him from behind. Five meters behind Haretsu, Maximilian sighed to himself as he knew that this was a point of no return. Looking up to the floating man who was a distance away from them, hovering over the tower at a higher altitude than the two of the individuals on the cliff were. Maximilian sighed, fingering his supplies in his clothes, and then glanced up to the old man himself.

"What the fuck, man!? Is this necessary? Go through with this, people will get killed!" And with those words, Maximilian hatched the plan for victory. Things were changing, and Maximilian wasn't fond of change. He liked things to be back the way they were. It took a lot of thinking for this plan, but Max had made the decision. He knew what had to be done. With another sigh, his eyes went down from looking up to bass, to the man before him, ready to fight for his village.

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Shame.

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[Tohma☆]

The young silver haired boy just came out from his house and it was a cloudy day and the wind was blowing from east. The young silver haired boy went walking to the under the Tsuchikage Tower's, he was happy and he was feeling that he was on the top of the world that no one can stop him cause he had a good dream last night. As he was walking silently not talking and even not making any noise, trying to get to the mountain without any trouble, he noticed a guy wearing a mask screaming and his friend Haretsu and a blonde haired girl, the young silver haired boy didn't know what was going down but he felt that something was going to happen. Araki was 10 meters behind the blonde haired girl.

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[Fresco]

Just a simple walk outside in the perimeter of the tower wasn't something that could be done peacefully nowadays due to his recent actions as Kage. The situation was getting worse, he already realized it. Although it was just another play on the chessboard for him, to the other villagers, it felt as if it was an insult. A nation as great as Iwagakure succumbing to Otogakure's hand, or so how it looked.

Understanding this, he already knew that leaving his weapons at places was a great mistake and always left them at his waist. Genjiiro heard the words from above, and instant of wasting any moment he took a swift exit out through the rear so the direction the voice was in couldn't see him exit . The young artist kept his cool and calm composure until he reached the highlands behind the tower which were above the village, where stumbled upon a another man, this blonde one was also yelling at another. The blonde male was about ten meters in front of Genjiiro.

Genjiiro turned to both sides, scanning the area out, became aware of the number of people on the plateau. He was already aware of younger boy that was five meters away to his left, he already understood that these two yelling men were threats to the village instantly. The small artist brought out a tagged kunai from his pouch and clenched it while his other hand rested at his side near his clay pouch. Genjiiro was going to fight for the people that still believed in a new change.

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Fun

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Fully Equipped

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[DEVIL—]

OOC: If your character can hear both people yelling, then he would know that Bass (my character) is the only one saying negative things. Leo's character is talking bad about Bass, so, you might want to edit that; comes off weird, friend.

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Hm, Bass thought to himself as he glanced about the shinobi he could see. It seemed that all of the shinobi that seemed keen on defending the shadow of their village had gathered directly in front of the Jounin, and he clearly didn't mind in the slightest.

Both hands fed furiously on the clay being offered to them^{1, 2}, and for the moment, the falcon he was upon raised itself to a higher plateau (20m).

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[Argon]

Life's a Blast~!

Only a good twenty meters separated Miyuki from Araki, her lazy composure compelling her to avoid conflict. She could hardly hear the lunatics words, but he was apart of her clan, and that meant she had to investigate. Her body was nestled under a large clay crow, it'd been created to block out the sun. Although, it'd make an appropriate tool for investigation now. Jumping onto the creations back, she'd take off from her spot.

Attempting to climb straight up as her kin was, she kept her eyes peeled on his mostly distant figure. At least that stupid falcon design bird was easy to keep in focus. "This better not be another fight over noise violations." She'd grumble, although keeping a close eye on her distant relative, she couldn't help noticing he was battle ready. Her hands reaching calmly into her clay bag. It was always smart to prepare ahead of time.

It would of probably been smart for Miyuki to pay attention to the mans words earlier. She probably should of stuck to her guns on avoiding getting into this as well. Instead though, she'd continue to climb, him always seeming to be a good 15 meters up, as well as 25 meters away from her position. She'd consider approaching closer, but he seemed serious. Nothing scared her more than when her family got serious, because having a blast was a serious matter.

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[Haretsu]

Patterns

The situation was novel, and Haretsu read it like a book abundant of knowledge. Scowl bitter, Haretsu’s tongue began to sour upon the realization of who the enemy was. At first, the voice was foreign, but by fate of memory was Haretsu blessed with the identity of the man. It had to be none other than Bass. Haretsu knew because he was a part of Bakuha Butai, serving beneath him as his palpable inferior. Bass was renowned around Iwagakure for his success during the war between Iwagakure and Sunagakure, which their village won.

The eye-opener had left his own widened, but he prohibited himself to abandon his composure. Inner tension rose within Haretsu’s body as he felt the presence of another, gaping at the ground, and observing their silhouette expand to consume his own. Whoever it was had trespassed forbidden perimeters, and would be best to watch themselves or their clock would start ticking slowly. Rotary, Haretsu distinguished who impulsively approached him. It was a male with a face too proverbial. It was Maximillian, another member of Bakuha Butai, and one of the few survivors of the Iwagakure and Sunagakure war. With Haretsu not attending, he admired those who perished for their village, and those who endured the vicious battle.

It pained him that Bass had decided to take this route. Words were more practical than hasty procedures at times, but the child was raw. He needed to be cooked, but that was a dish best served later. Haretsu deemed him family long ago, and was reluctant slay him, but he had no choice. Liberating the grasp of his weapon, Haretsu caressed his satchel, slicking his left hand into the oil of tools ready to be exploited. Clenching his solitary unstable ticket to destruction, Haretsu cupped his left hand, and nudged it upward.

Waving his right hand at Maximilian, by this time, the others had disembarked. It was Genjiro, the candidate Tsuchikage, the man Haretsu believed would pilot Iwagakure to their runway, and his two partners, Araki and Miyuki. Bass may have ditched optimism, but Haretsu refused to dig into that hole. Haretsu was more than willing to die for his leader, his village, and his country. Promptly deploying himself onward with accelerated steps, Haretsu emerged five meters behind Maximilian as he descended, breezing past him from either side three meters away, and five meters ahead of his additional collaborators (aside from Miyuki, approximately twenty meters away, and the furthest from the quartet), as they remained stationary in a triangular formation, all evenly divided.

“I want you all to explain your abilities,” contorting his neck to the right to keep an eye on Bass, now rising into the air. “I know three of you possess the same abilities as him,” his deduction being to fight fire with fire. “I use Katon and Fūton. I need you three to create an opening for Araki and me. We can’t allow Bass to destroy our home,” words filled with sympathy as he exposed their enemy. “Get up there, and use C1 to create small explosives, homing bombs if possible. Bring him to this plateau, and we’ll knock him off the clay falcon,” the decision was absolute. “After that..." a brief gap and gulp, "we’ll kill him,” Haretsu’s head lowered, slightly appalling, as he eagerly waited for a response, noting Bass reaching his apex, as well as into his clay pouch.

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x1 Massive / x1 High / x^3/2 Mid
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²Shunshin no Jutsu (Body Flicker Technique)
Rank: D
Range: Close (0m ~ 5m), Mid (5m ~ 10m)
Type: Supplementary
Handseals: -
Chakra Consumption: Low

[/b] Despite popular belief, this is not an ability that allows an individual to teleport, or even move incomprehensibly fast. It simply combines high mobility with some disruption of visibility to conceal those movements. That in mind, if you can conceal your movement, it is common for this technique to allow very long-distance dashes before enemies may notice you.
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³ Satchel
Rank: C
Type: Universal Accessory / Extension / Self
Special: Allows the storage of 5 extra Packs. Available to all ranks, including Non-Ninja. Each satchel takes up one (1) accessory slot. Can only begin with one when creating character!
Description: The Satchel is a simple holding device which can store extra secondary weapons should the user need to call on them quickly in battle. Appearing like a regular carrying, it is hung on one's side or worn at the hip for easy access.
Cost: 30,000 Ryo
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[King]

I'm going to put a concrete posting order in place: Bass, Haretsu, Leo, Tohma, Aye-verb, Argon. Likewise, not going to let this die -- considering it's an official battle thread. 24 hour IIC, or you get skipped.

[King]

Leo and Tohma have been skipped. Aye-verb is up.

[Fresco]

Time was running, and the Iwagakure jounin planned on going along with his planon killing Genjiiro. The young Kage felt nothing, and if he was to win this battle, he would be the one who would personally sever his head from his body. It looked as if Haretsu had set up a plan with them, and as a former mentor, he decided to listen carefully.

Before he could even attack one his of own clansmen, he put his hand inside his clay pouch as it began to feed off the clay inside, consuming the blobs through the mouth-hand. He couldn't do nothing but stand in his current position while one hand fed up and the other held a tagged kunai.

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[Argon]

Miyuki

She attempted to hear her friends words, but they came at her in a daze. The sound of wind, and the feel of chaos. It was an intense feeling that subsided withing Miyuki, although she couldn't explain the situation, it simply excited her. She'd begin to feed her hands the delicious clay of doom. Her mind formulating the many creatures she'd love to create. The village would be in such disaster.

"Explain our abilities?" Miyuki couldn't quite understand what her 'teammate' was getting at. "HUH?!" She'd yell outwardly towards her teammate adding, "WE BLOW SHIT UP, WHAT MORE NEEDS EXPLAINING?" Miyuki would almost scowl at the pointlessness towards the question. She really didn't understand why they were fighting bass, or why he was fighting them. She honestly just liked they had an excuse to blow things up.

Humming Birds, those were fast small, and easy to maneuver. She'd work on melding her clay into that, at least once time seemed appropriate. Her eyes staying keen on the man, and his falcon. "You're making me feel foolish..." She'd remark awkward towards her kinsmen in the sky. She didn't quite have the appreciation to destroy him, nor anyone else on the field. Again, though, blow shit up? It was simply the nature of her people, her village, and her heart.

[DEVIL—]

"The lot of you fight to defend a man who sold our village, as if we were whores, to the pitiful leader of Otogakure." The clay in Bass's right hand had long-since finished being shaped and molded, though as he gazed at his masterpieces in his palm he did not send them off. Instead, they vanished into the sleeve of the respective arm, with only a single construct left in the depths of his palm.

His eyes narrowed. "If you truly choose to side with him, like the rest of these cattle, I will kill you." Tossing the sparrow into the air, forming a single seal thereafter, a plume of smoke engulfed the bird as it grew to half the size of his palm. Its wings beat furiously against the winds as it soared toward his distant-cousin, while her hands were still submerged in the depths of her clay pouches.

The distance between them was somewhat large, but the bird in question was more than capable of closing it in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, Bass's falcon took off, soaring higher into the sky and further away from the enemies that dared stand against him (60m). Considering the clear day, there weren't any clouds-- near or far --that would hinder any party's vision. However, as he aligned himself with the sun (behind him), and considering his height above the ground, the Jounin might as well have disappeared.

Unless they somehow were immune to the burning sun's rays, that is. It won't be long now, he mused as he continued to guide that single sparrow.

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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]

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[King]

Offtopic: Sorry, but there is no "WIP." You either post, or you don't (nothing personal). Pwn has been skipped this round. Leo is up.

[King]

Leo has been skipped. Tohma is up next.