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1 Lucid Dreams [Yosei|Nova|Invite only] on Sun Aug 19, 2018 2:51 am

Nova Makato

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Nova sat with her back pressed against Doku Tsuki's hulking metal form, using the shade it offered from it's size as a respite from the desert sun for a moment. That glowing orb sat low on the horizon behind her, the shadow sprawling out before her like some sort of beast even more monstrous than the construct that cast that shadow. Though Doku Tsuki's hull was closed, the contents weighed on her mind heavily. On that cushion that made the spot she normally lay was the heavily damaged form of Sasori; his face, arm, and side all severely burned from an amaterasu in a fight that occurred on this very battlefield days before. Blades, swords, and kunai in various states of disrepair littered the ground, nearly buried by the sand that had been blown over it in the time since. It was for these neglected items that she had come.

Between her fingertips she would spin a single feather that she had crafted late in the night as she couldn't sleep, its form having come from a broken tip of a blade she had found in a similar manner such as now. Running her thumb over the flat side, she would feel the texture she had worked so hard on to make perfect. Even between both her hands should she grasp each side and twist, was unable to bend nor break the item. Perhaps it were the vultures that circled overhead for any carrion left from the carnage, or perhaps it were the hawks native to this desert land, but Nova's mind worked away at a new construct. And this feather she held in her hand would be the first of many to be placed upon that creation that only existed in her mind for the time being.

Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she would sigh heavily. Before dawn she had set out to this point to collect materials, now her puppet was full of damaged weapons laid alongside Sasori's broken body. That body that had been sealed in a scroll, untouched and perfect for centuries now half destroyed at the control of her own hands. Well... my chakra at least. Sasori did what he wanted.... it was his fault then. Again for a moment Nova would wait for that response in her mind from Sasori's ever sharp wit, but like it had since that battle there was nothing but a resounding silence in reply. Silence not of an absence, but instead a mind that had retreated inward for any of the reason one's psyche might. Nova had tried to get a response from the mind within hers from the moment that he had fallen, and had gleaned nothing other than the occasional flicker of anger and anguish.

Those thought's that Nova would not hear would be those of fury and powerlessness. How have I been so limited and diminished in power? Having come back a shell is worse perhaps than never having returned at all. That sudden withdrawing of chakra from him, whether intentional or not, as it turned out having been, had struck a cord. It was he who had been at the end of the strings this time, not plucking at the strings to make his puppet's dance. Perhaps soon he would slowly come back into contact with the lavender haired puppet mistress, though for now he remained turned inward with the desire to repair his body as he ought to be able to do, yet could not without that flow of chakra through him. For that, he would need her help.

For now the sun would creep closer to the horizon and the light would take on an amber glow. It colored those dunes a wider range of warm hue's that Nova perhaps missed so much while in Kiri that she had been able to pinpoint and name at the time. That glinting steel feather she held between her hands she would press to the sand beside her, dragging it across the very surface to leave a textured pattern in the silky sands that made up so much of the land of wind. Furrowing her brow for a moment, she would stick the metal feather point first into the stand and shift forward as she began the process that rising to her feet would be. Using on hand she would grasp one of those metal spines on Doku Tsuki's hull and pull herself upwards', before being able to slip her right leg down to put her weight upon as the wooden one she wore stuck awkwardly down to the side. Once more upright than not she would rest the weight evenly, the only issue before having been the inability to properly bend that leg at the knee. Now standing, her hands would graze the back of her thigh's to let the sand fall from her skin.

With a quick look around to ensure she hadn't been approached while less aware than she ought to have been, her fingers would slide across the seam of the puppet's shell with a faint trickle of chakra through them causing the hull to click open and reveal the contents to her. Looking over the burned husk of Sasori she felt a pang worry that perhaps she should reseal him in his damaged form for now as it was only so long she could keep it a secret from those close to her. It was fortunate that in the fight she had remained somewhat anonymous, though her scorpions would likely have been heard of in mention alongside the return of Sasori of the Red Sands and declared an enemy of any that would hear of the battle between them and a pair of powerful nin who were accosted by them. Her fingertips would graze the charcoal stump of a limb on the unmoving Sasori, still donning a torn and torched akatsuki robe.

Nova knew she had to repair him, but could not fathom what steps it would take to repair such craftsmanship. Though it felt tainted to be impressed by the work of one considered to be 'evil'. Yet still somehow he had either altered or created a body of incredible strength and durability and for that he ought to be praised, though not even that crafted flesh stood up to Amaterasu. Besides his body lay dozens of the weapons that she had come to this place to collect. Tonight she would see Izumi again, for the first time since that battle, and before doing to she would need to reseal the puppet into the scroll in her leg. Sun setting, there she stood trying to overcome the odd and likely unneeded feeling of guilt she felt about doing so.

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2 Re: Lucid Dreams [Yosei|Nova|Invite only] on Wed Sep 05, 2018 9:03 pm

Yōsei

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Cutting a broad silhouette in the amber twilight, Inabayama Rock served its purpose immaculately, framing the desolate battlefield half in eerie nothingness while the draining sunset of Suna's desperate days waned into the distance, behind the War's Monument. Serene peace fell on the fields of war once the battles were through, the eye of some monolithic storm shining from the horizon as it encircled the world, leaving behind the most harmony for those who had endured its rampage. Even piled high with weapons, blood, and bodies, the Sealer knew that this cradle would one day be remembered as a sacred place, lost pilgrims would seek the scorched dunes and crystal lotuses frozen in enduring rime and cry out in jubilation for the time that man forgot. Behind the tranquility, Yōsei could feel the approaching crucible, the law of three misfortunes carried with it profound truth, and the Namikaze made his way toward the second of his stops with blazing audacity. Unwilling to let time slip between his fingers, the Sealer had skipped throughout the desert to arrive where he had perched before the beginning of all this, overlooking the basin within which he and the Mizukage engaged in the inception of warfare.

Dressed in the rewoven folds of his bewitching shroud, Yōsei peered through the nothingness, watching for the signs of scouts and assassins who lurked within the clouds of darkened dust whipped into a frenzy by the shafts of warm air escaping the sand into the rapidly cooling nighttime. This miasma of smog and ash as he took steps toward the edge of his landing, and plunge from it toward the rapidly encroaching earth beneath, but come not would the thunderous arrival, pillars of shifted sand fell from the edge of Inabayama rock, alone. Yōsei dropped opposite the dueling ground, footfalls light as ghostly steps while he scooped devices from the sand, placed by his agents throughout the siege, which had recorded for them the events that occurred, so that they may study them. One by one, the Sealer collected the war's memories into his museum of things he had slipped away into that dimension within himself, the touch of his fingers culling the load to bear a tremendous burden of tools and knowledge. Seconds passed between each dismissal, both he and the information sought would blink rapidly through the seams of space and come to rest at the epicenter of the destruction he had wrought. Still, the air felt the chill of Ayakashi's struggle and the raging ice age of her butterfly senjutsu which ran deep throughout the layers of ground dust and ashes, fluttering sheets of radiant frost interspersed within the thunder-singed colosseum.

The first that Sunagakure's wayward daughter would catch sight of the Sealer would be as he ascended to face her at the edge of the dune. From far away, Yōsei had spied the lone form of his newest contract's lover, uncharacteristic solitude laid upon her, which brought his route to an end in a slow march toward her, vestiges of moonlight casting phantoms in his ribbons and folds. Keenly, the Sealer had observed the young puppeteer when first they had met and saw the contrast to her other half's path of bloody vengeance. Already then, the man in black made his intentions clear as he cast his gaze upon the lingering form of splintered wood and metal, the husk of ancient evil charred and broken within the woman's puppet's womb, and he drew his eye back to Nova with dismissal. She would see his face obscured by an opaque hood, and though unmasked, wrappings would conceal the majority of his face, and the mechanical eye which had replaced his left, would remain hidden from the woman he approached. Reminiscent of his approach those weeks ago toward the woman's lover, Yōsei drew close, from the absent shadow of rags which could be seen in the obscuring desert mist, revealing himself with his right hand raised high, palm exposed and fingers swirling to enclose themselves against it, dismissing any thoughts of terror or aggression. Nova would feel the world's weight shift toward her, sand dancing in a peculiar breeze would struggle and climb, hopping from the backs of fellow grains to build the shapes of cities at her feet. It would be home to her, the Sealer's command of nature, inveterate, treasured skill which would show Yōsei's fingers as deft at controlling the wind and sky as she could move her tools of mechanized warfare. Surrounded by a shin-high wall of dusty currents, the borders of the Sealer's model city were divided by himself and the Chikamatsu, who stood at opposite ends of the facade of a great river whose trench the buildings he provoked with the wind to take form, rising and falling in new configurations and architectures on either side of the life-giving apparition.

"Does your home feel empty, daughter of Sunagakure? What remains here are the echoes of violent deeds, but know that this blasphemy is for the good of everyone. It is true that I am a man of war, but this thankless errand gives me no delight."

Yōsei's voice, withdrawn and calm, talked through the woman, rather than to her, alien and distant, his words came from the pulse of natural energy, calling out to her earth affinity and relaying like remote sonar the rhythm of his senjutsu chakra. Close enough to see him well, Nova would find the Sealer smiling calmly, and then he would gesture toward the ground, lowering himself to sit cross-legged in the city streets, which would shift into a basin of whistling currents. His body language would suggest he was inviting her to commune with him so that he need not tower over her as they talked in private face to face. Whether she accepted or not would not deter him, and after a moment of silence, enough time to allow her to greet him and respond if she chose, he would continue.

"Tell me, what does your heart thirst for? Do you wish to mourn this desolate place until the end of time?"

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3 Re: Lucid Dreams [Yosei|Nova|Invite only] on Mon Sep 17, 2018 9:25 pm

Nova Makato

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Nova, though her focus was on the contents of the construct before her, could out of the edge of her vision see the movement of a black splotch across the dunes. Craning her neck around the puppet cautiously, she would let herself relax after recognizing it as the man she had met before the battle that had taken place here. Not to mention that he was the one who had called her to battle and told her where to be and when. Nova would observe his ascension with interest, traveling as such could only mean that he had intended for her to see him as he could just as easily sneak up on her with no chance of her catching him. Again Nova would note as Yosei would approach his height, she felt dwarfed by this man who she came up to no more than the shoulder of. Chin tilted up so that she could even see his face, Nova would carefully observe him as he would look down at the damaged body of Sasori. Nova would fidget uncomfortably as she waited for some expression or emotion. This was the first new person to lay eyes on what she had kept hidden for so long now. Away from Sasori he would turn to face her, revealing a face still hidden to her. Over his head was a heavy black hood, paired with dark wrappings that covered nearly his whole face with the exception of a single eye.

Closer he would come,whilst drawing his hand high and palm upwards. Nova would watch intently, though she was unsure exactly what he was doing she would feel a weight grow heavy upon her shoulders and as though her legs were made of lead. Around her feet a breeze would kick a spray of sand in the air, though it would not be flung into her but would rather slide in patterns on the ground. Slowly around where she stood, the sand would form small hills that would take the shape of small buildings, none taller than her knees. Upon itself it would build and grow, its layout unlike any village Nova recalled seeing on a map. Though it were made from grains of sand, the detail showed everything from the windows and doors to the minuscule tiles on the small scale village in which they stood. Through the village drawn from the sand with the chakra from Yosei's hands, what appeared to be a river sliced through it.

"Does your home feel empty, daughter of Sunagakure? What remains here are the echoes of violent deeds, but know that this blasphemy is for the good of everyone. It is true that I am a man of war, but this thankless errand gives me no delight", Yosei's voice was calm and even and when he spoke it was as though he was speaking to something more important than she. Gracefully he would fold his legs and settle to the ground in the midst of the city he had created, waiting calmly to see if she would speak. For the moment she was speechless as she took in what lay around her feet. Carefully she would take a step forward to make space for the awkward motions required for her to settle to the ground. Using an arm to prop herself up, she would settle back onto the ground with her right leg tucked underneath herself and the wooden prosthetic sticking out at an odd angle.

After sitting she would look back to his wrapped and hidden face, bowing her head to him as a greeting before responding to the deep questions he asked, "Tell me, what does your heart thirst for? Do you wish to mourn this desolate place until the end of time?" Nova's face would drop for a moment, a feeling of sorrow for her lost home so intense that it would draw a single tear from her eye. Taking a deep breath she would shake her head, I don't want to mourn it, and though I was too young to realize it at the time I see now there was a reason for Sunagakure to fall. There are so many here though that were not part of the corruption that lead to it... and I just want to make it right. Those shantytowns are no place for the people of Suna, I want to find a way to rebuild it. Fix it... but there is nothing but a scar on the land there and with the glass I fear there is no way to do so, even with jutsu to shape the land. Nova would pause for a second and reach her hand out to the buildings that stand around her, touching the walls to find it surprisingly solid and stable. I know there is more required that only that, but I feel as if there is a place to go the people will return... and maybe I can help guide them.

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