All posts by RandAltork

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·5/9/2018

Zemir's strike had landed but even in an enraged stare he could tell that the punch barely held all of his strength. It would be enough to daze the girl or even knock her down but she wouldn't be out. The weight of his armour became noticable, like 100 pounds of steel resting on his shoulders. His breath became laboured and his vision blurry.

He felt a coldness over his feet, finding himself unable to lift them. He attempted to move but his bloodlust was fading, his mind becoming calmer and clearer. Soon his armour seemed to crack all over before melting back into his body. Soon even his features reverted revealing a blue eyed dark skinned boy with hair as a white as snow and a red konoha headband tied around his neck.

Zemir was barely holding onto conciousness, he had his strong constitution to thank for that. The last thing he remembered was bugs, and an agonizing headache followed by uncontrollable rage. He knew what that meant well enough to be consumed by worry. "What have I done" he asked in a distraught tone.

At that moment he heard the cries of Asuka, a flare of hope lit up in him and despite being barely concious he attempted to move only to find himself stuck in place. "I have to help! I made a promise" he was clearly frustrated but surprisingly still holding on, barely. He would sigh and if the girl had waited he'd look to her "Help them. I remember bugs, that's all I've got"

With that Zemir seemed to slump down, unable to do anything Zemir chose to succumb to his unconsciousness. Due to his unique body there was already a chance he was slowly absorbing the natural energy around him but for the most part Zemir was finally out of commission.

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·5/7/2018

As Zemir rushed into the clearing his eyes locked on a fresh target. A pink haired Shinobi no more than 10 meters away from him. It would seem the two would be kicking into gear at the same time. As Zemir dashed, his thrusters weren't currently active but he was still quick. As the pink haired girl reached for something, the thrusters on Zemir's back would flare up with condensed blue chakra before firing, boosting Zemir beyond his natural speed and propelling him at the girl faster than she would expect.

As the girl was tossing the smoke bomb to the ground, Zemir was already upon her, his face hidden by his armoured form. Zemir would lift his right fist as he propelled towards her and upon reaching her would bring it down on the top of her head, using his height as an advantage. The resulting punch would be at full strength and ideally plant her face down in the dirt unconscious.

When the smoke bomb hit the ground, thick smoke would rise and cover the area, but with his thrusters still propelling him slightly as he came to a halt another 2 meters from where he punched the girl, the smoke would be mostly dispersed becoming thin and easy to see through. Unless she had an ace up her sleeve Zemir would Bellow a triumphant roar of fury

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·5/5/2018

Zemir relished in violence, he craved it, thrived off it. As Zemir's fist smashed through the clones Arata had created to try and lessen the blow a sick grin stretched across his face, hidden by the featureless mask that was part of his armour. His fist collided with Arata's chest. Some could argue that a punch to the jaw would have been better. Even with the slow down Arata would suffer broken ribs and gods knows what else as he was sent flying back into a large tree, however, he deserved some sort of respect as he still managed to keep his consciousness despite such a heavy hit.

Asuka had run off after collapsing due to pure fear, cowardly as it was, sometimes self preservation was the best idea. So that just left Yaban. Even he was not quick enough to move away from his attack, instead he copped the full brunt of it as he was dragged across the ground. When Zemir was finished dragging Yaban across the dirt, he attempted to get a hit in with a tried and true Passing Fang. Previously, this technique would be capable of shattering the Armour covering Zemir but in stage 2 of his transformation the armour was much sturdier. Yaban's technique would ultimately fail but if one paid attention they'd see a couple cracks in the Armour were it was weakest, namely over parts of the body that moved the most such as his joints. It was a sign that his impenetrable defense was actually not as unbreakable as it first seemed. Regardless, Yaban would still have his sternum broken by Zemir's strike. As Zemir stood up he spoke "Wrong Yaban" his voice sounded hollow and sinister "This is EXACTLY who I am". These were the last words Yaban would hear before losing consciousness.

Zemir could feel fatigue beginning to approach him, he'd used a fair bit of techniques, in any other case Zemir would pace himself, but in Stage 2 he had no sense of self preservation, he'd burn himself up in an attempt to be victorious. If he had to guess he had at the very most 3 more techniques in him, and that was being generous. When no other figure made themselves known to him it simply irritated him more, driving his fury to its heights. If they wouldn't come to him, he'd go to them. With no direction to follow, Zemir would simply travel deeper into the Forest of Death as he searched for something else to fight. Yaban and Arata were out of commission and Asuka had ran away, as far as Stage 2 Zemir was concerned, they were pathetic.

(Edited by RandAltork)

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·5/3/2018

Zemir could see that everyone had at least a few of these black bugs on them the curious thing was that he couldn't feel them affecting him. In fact, as the bugs attempted to drain his chakra they'd essentially turn to stone and drop off of him "Odd" he'd mutter. As he listened to Yaban's plan he would not and prepare to take off.

He couldn't even take one step before his head felt like it was splitting in half. Unbridled fury welled up inside him, drowning out his logic and sense of self. All he wanted to do was kill, to real life and spill blood. This is who he was and who he'd always be. He'd attempt to tell his comrades to run but nothing would leave his lips. He scrambled within himself but to no avail ~NO NOT THIS, NO. RUN RUUUUN!~ He screamed internally.

The first thing would be a sudden overwhelming burst of natural energy. His armoured frame would then change. Two Rams like horns would grow from the sides of his head. His fingers became claws and the colour of his armour and by extension his flesh would darken as his Carapace took on the property of tempered steel and lastly but most importantly was a bone chilling wave of pure murderous intent, enough to freeze the weak in their place. (Zemir's strength and speed now equal 4 & 3.5 respectively)

Without warning, Zemir rounded on Arata, moving at such incredible speeds it was like he was as fast as a jounin. Unless Arata somehow managed to save himself he would meet an armoured fist to the jaw. His jaw would be at the very least broken by an immense strength. Additionally, Zemir's punch would send Arata hurtling into Asuka who would receive cracked ribs from the impact.

Zemir stood over them before turning his attention to Yaban. In order to close the distance between the two, Zemir's back would bulge as two large jet like thrusters sprouted. The boosters would fire as soon as Zemir charged forward, amplifying his already immense speed. If Yaban was unable to escape, Zemir would grip his friend by both shoulders and drive him into the ground on his back before firing the thrusters again to drag Yaban along the ground a good 10 meters, tearing up his back and slamming his head into rocks and roots. To essentially finish him off Zemir would be straddled over him and raise his fists in a single ball above his head before bringing it down on his chest with the intention of breaking his Sternum.

If Zemir was uninterrupted in all this, he would stand and let out a road of pure fury, craving a fight that fought back. With no target directly insight Zemir's rage would simply grow even further. "FIGHT ME" He roared attempting to goad the true target into the open.

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·5/2/2018

Yaban was out but Zemir's suspicions were confirmed, the hut was being swarmed by countless black insects. While Zemir stood fully armoured thanks to his carapace technique, Saburo was too slow to react, falling to the tide of Insects. Zemir would curse, in the back of his mind he felt the brewing rage that cursed his life, whispers quieter than air ~~Kill~~ ignoring the brewing rage Zemir could see Asuka starting to be swarmed much like Saburo, her attempt to knock back the insects put her in danger.

When things started to look their worse, Zemir's ears heard the crashing of the wall behind him, the small hut was starting to buckle under the pressing wait of the insect waves "ARATA!" Zemir's voice sounded hollow in his armour "MOVE IT OR I'LL KILL YOU" His demeanour was drastically different to earlier. Zemir would duck out of the hut through the new hole, his advanced speed coming in handy. He recalled the promise he made to Asuka's mother and snarled ~~This is why I was alone, it was safer, easier~~. Using the ability Chain, Zemir's right arm would essentially become stretchy. He would elongate his arm, flinging it into the hut where it would wrap around Asuka who was still not entirely covered by the insects. The arm would then retract, pulling Asuka out of the room and dropping her onto the ground outside of the Hut by Zemir and Arata, the landing wouldn't be the greatest but it was better than nothing. His arm would uncoil itself and the effects of CHain would cease as it was deactivated. He'd use two Jutsu, low rank and relatively simple but if this was a fight he was going to have to rely on his fists for a while, at least his armour was sustainable once it was active.

Looking to Arata, the ink boy would be able to see his rage fueled eyes through the three small eye holes over both his eyes "Help her out, she's a medic, she'll be helpful. And try to get Saburo, use your clones" He would locate Yaban, the two wouldn't be very far away, a few meters at most. He'd quickly look back to Arata, again his demeanour would change "If she dies. YOU DIE" there would be a loud cracking noise as he cracked his knuckles before looking around for the source of the assault.

If Yaban was clear and ready for combat he'd call out "OI, YABAN. WHAT DO YOU GOT?" he'd ask in reference to whether or not the kid with heightened senses could spot anything. Zemir would be defensive, swatting away anything that came near him as he braced himself for what was to come. His heart was racing, fear spread through his system but under the smooth surface of his armour was a wild grin.

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RandAltork·4/30/2018

Zemir simply nodded to Asuka's mother, internally he was still trying to grasp the situation. However, his thoughts were I interupted when his attempt to talk to Asuka resulted in her being startled. There was no way he could completely stop her from being burned but something inside kicked in.

Zemir vaulted the bench with ease. He would wrap his arm around her waist and essentially swap spots with her by turning. She'd be tossed back a little but Zemir would cop most of the boiling water. He would wince but aside from that he'd show no real sign of pain "you okay? Didn't mean to spook you"

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·4/30/2018

Zemir would look over at Yaban when the boy gave out a fake name, a brief eyebrow raise was all he gave him before looking back to Kichaku. The man after a few minutes would begin to explain the situation. During a mission that should have been simple they had uncovered a group of hostile rogue ninja in the sewers and with the jounin and Hibiki gone there was nobody who could really defend the village from an inside attack. Excpet for the ragtag team here today.

As Kichaku kept speaking a trickle of blood was seen sliding down his face. This immediately raised suspicion and concern. Judging by his look he was fresh out of the hospital, had some stitches busted open? it was hard to tell but before Zemir could ask Kichaku had bulked to the ground in agony before falling over, a swarm of black bugs beginning to swarm from his body. "Not good!". Asuka was first to act, swinging at the bugs with a chair. Next was Yaban, panicked like a wild animal it would seem he performed the fang passing fang technique, one Zemir was familiar with and attempted to bust through the door behind them after it had slammed shut through unknown means.

If Yaban was successful in getting out it wouldn't necessarily mean it was fine for them. While Zemir was brash and angry, when not using his abilities he had at least some level of clear headedness. He would look over at Saburo and speak up "Yo can get bigger right? You did it to your hand when we found the money, can you do it to your whole body?" He'd wait for an answer before continuing "Think you can expand to bust open the shack? You might be able to break apart whatever is holding us in. I'll shield these two from getting crushed"

If Saburo agreed, Zemir would take a deep breath as a wave of natural energy washed out from him. His body underwent changed, his dark skin turning grey, his right eye becoming black and white and his hair turning red on one side. Out of his right temple grew a ramslike horn, his calm demeanor also dissapeared "Now Tubby!" he ordered, even his manners had changed, as his body underwent a second change. through the use of Carapace, Zemir grew smooth plates that covered his whole body and held the properties of stone. His whole face was covered except for small eye holes to allow him to see. "Asuka, Arata, behind me now" his voice sounded like it echoed within the armor. Now it was up to Saburo, if his plan worked they would be free from the shack and hopefully ready to face their foes!

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RandAltork·4/29/2018

Zemir listened carefully to what Asuka's mother had to say. The dark past was slowly revealed and he could only remain silent as she explained everything to him. The fact that he was once a ninja meant that there was a chance he'd actually fight back which meant Zemir would have to get stronger, quickly. He would nod his head slowly and turn his body to face her "Don't worry. He won't get to her. I promise, this is basically a mission, and I don't fail missions" He would grin, bearing a few teeth.

Zemir would give the woman a thumbs up before turning to watch Asuka again "So hows the food going? I'm starving!"

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RandAltork·4/29/2018

At first Zemir just nodded, the request hadn't entirely sunk in but when it did he turned his head to look at her, his brow furrowed deeply with a look of confusion and concern in his eyes. As far as he was aware he'd never killed anyone, at least, not consciously but to be asked to specifically kill somebody was a different matter all together. He supposed deep down that this was the sort of thing that Ninja were expected to do. In a low tone Zemir replied "I'll do it. Who is he though? Makes it hard to kill someone if you don't know who they are" His eyes would drift over to Asuka, would he be able to keep the secret?

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RandAltork·4/29/2018

Zemir would grin and give a slight shrug "You're telling me. I don't know the origin" he said simply. When asked if he was a shinobi, he could see her displeasure about the topic "That's right. It was the only option I was given" He would nod to Asuka's mother before looking at Asuka herself with a laugh "Don't worry, i'll look after her" He would grin and lean against the counter, looking back to her mother "She's good at healing" he said casually as he watched Asuka cook

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·4/29/2018

Zemir made a dissaproving noise and looked at the few in the room quickly. Yaban he trusted whole heartily, Saburo was strong, Asuka was determined but the other boy in the room was an enigma "Yeah I got the idea it was secretive" he said in reply to Arata.

When Kichaku asked for his name he would give a lazy salute "Zemir. I was brought here by Asuka"

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RandAltork·4/29/2018

When Kichaku opened the door slightly, Zemir would raise an eyebrow skeptically but would shrug and go along with it anyway. Asuka had taken the time to get him after all which meant this was serious. When offered to come in, Zemir would slip through the crack of the door, nodding to Kichaku as he did so. Once everyone was in, Zemir would look around before looking at Kichaku.

"So ... first things first I guess" He would say as he leaned against a wall "Whats going on? Asuka hasn't told us anything"

A reply to Dakotti

RandAltork·4/28/2018

Zemir was going to town on on a large punching back hanging from a tree. Each time he punched it there almost seemed to be concussive force coming out the other side. Like always Zemir was punching without gloves resulting in light grazing to his knuckles. Zemir was wearing his usual gear; a red tank top, long black shinobi pants, sandals and a pouch tied to his right leg. His headband was tied around his neck like a scarf.

When he heard his name being called he would turn to face the source, his expression was full of anger but upon spotting Asuka it softened. "WOah, whats up?" As she shook him he barely budged, standing at 5'5 he was a lot taller than she was and almost pure muscle. When she mentioned bad people in the village he would node and put a hand on her shoulder "I'm in, lets go. If Yaban isn't here he's probably at home relaxing, I'll take you there" With that, Zemir and Asuka would make their way to Yaban's family home.

When Asuka tried to barge into Yaban's home, Zemir would grab her shoulder and hold her in place "Don't be rude" He would take a deep breath before yelling out "YABAN, GET OUT HERE, WE'VE GOT A SITUATION." At this point Asuka could call out and Yaban and Kotashi would hopefully be outside to meet them "Like she said, we've got a problem afoot" He'd do the customary fist bump with him before they raced off to get Saburo.

Upon reaching the Akimichi household where Saburo hopefully was currently, they'd call out for him "SABURO! GET OUT HERE" If Saburo was there and decided to answer their calls, Zemir would give him a wave before grinning "She's gone crazy" he said with a laugh before following Asuka as she ran off. When Asuka wiggled under the fence, Zemir and no doubt the others would be too big to fit. He crouched down beside the opening, grabbed the fence that was curled up to mack an opening before using his strength to open the fence up more so they could slip in. Once the fence was over and done with he continued to follow Asuka until they came to a small shack. "Whose Kichaku?" He'd mutter.

A reply to Kideme

RandAltork·4/27/2018

Zemir let her inspect his arm in every aspect. It was odd standing around like a decorative piece but he just shrugged the feeling off. He knew his ability was unique so it was no surprise people took interest in it. When the girl called him funny he simply raised an eyebrow curiously. This was a first, most people called him a freak or violent never funny. "Thanks" was all he managed to say.

Upon agreeing to go another round, Zemir had charged her, however the girl's blade deflected his own without even really drawing the blade it seemed. Zemir seemed to drift passed her, his strike completely missing the mark. This of course meant he was left wide open for a strike. For a moment it would look like her blade would meet the mark however, Zemir had a trick up his sleeve. His body hardened as strange plates coated his body eventually giving him a sleek armour that coated his entire body, his eyes only revealed by three small holes over each eye. When the girl's blade collided with him it would be like she struck stone. Zemir would not even feel the strike, he would grin beneath his armored mask before turning to face her. "Let call it a wrap. I had fun"

Zemir's body would revert to normal quite quickly, his transformations reverting into his body like they melted before he finally reverted from his stage one to his normal state. He rubbed his arm where the blades had been colliding before walking over to her, holding his hand out to shake "I'm Zemir by the way" After exchanging names, Zemir would wave, bidding his goodbye and dashing off.

A reply to SokeKujo

RandAltork·4/27/2018

When the farmer finally the answered the door, greeting Zemir with a casual sup, Zemir replied in suit "Not much, you've got a new fence, Mitsuko watered your farms and Aku is currently trying to deal with Groundhogs" Zemir would explain that out of the three of them, Akushin was the most suited to dealing with them, Mitsuko wasn't much of a fighter and he himself was arguably too much of a fighter and would cause damage to the property if he tried. After asking asking for tips on how to deal with them he would nod "Right. Aku's pretty cluey he's probably already pieced that together. Don't worry, we'll sort em out"

Before the old man could go back inside, Zemir would stick a foot in the door frame "Look ..." He made a face, apologizing wasn't easy for him "I ... I'm sorry for my actions earlier. A rough childhood, poverty and no parents isn't a reason to take it out on others. I can't offer much except for a promise to try and better myself. For the sake of citizens like yourself" The words were surprisingly sincere from someone who just hours ago would have easily torn a man in half. If the man accepted the apology, Zemir would add something else "Old man," the term old man was used respectfully, equivalent to something like Elder "Don't farms usually have more than one person working them? Whats the deal?"

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RandAltork·4/26/2018

When Yaban finally came out to meat him, Zemir couldn't help but laugh "didn't think so but calling you that got results" he would then look at the bag before tossing it to Yaban "it was for Kotashi but you're just a wild as he is. Go halves at least." It would hold a hand out for Kotashi to sniff if he felt like it. "Let's go*

He would lead the way, taking the group to the third training ground. "Training grounds" he'd say in reply "I'm thinking we do the Tree climbing technique. Basic ninja stuff. We can make it a competition too if you want to get smoked" he would have a grin stretched upon his face as he issued the challenge.

When they reached the grounds it wouldn't take long for them to find two trees roughly 20 meters tall standing next to each other "these will be perfect. So, here's the challenge" he drew a kunai from his pouch "first to mark the top wins, loser buys dinner. Deal?"

Upon agreeing Zemir would go first, dashing at the tree and stepping into it. He focused chakra to his feet but instead of sticking he was sent flying back, landing on his ass beside Yaban "damn"

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RandAltork·4/26/2018

He shrugged, cracking his knuckles in the process. "I was little, frail, a bit of a cry baby and .... A freak" he looked down at her "while we were all orphans, they were at least born in Konoha. I wasn't so they used that as ammo" he clenched his fists tight as they walked "I eventually got fed up with it, raged out and shattered a kid's jaw. From then on I just beat up anyone who bullied me until I was feared"

Zemir almost looked like a giant in her house. Almost. As she explained that she had no time to do up the house he nodded "that's because you work too much" he said quietly. When she gave him the offer to stay whenever he felt like escaping the orphanage he looked away and rubbed the back of his head "I wouldn't want to intrude. You already have it rough"

As they reached the kitchen a woman's voice chimed through the walls. He could tell the owner was unwell so he pieced together that it was Asukas mother. When she came into view he looked at the both of them, holding back laughter at the way he towered over them both.

Zemir would do a rather shoddy bow, barely bending his body. It was clear his intentions were sincere " Zemir" he said casually. Most adults found the lack of a last name odd. "Asuka offered me dinner, it's nice to meet you"

A reply to Kideme

RandAltork·4/26/2018

When their blows finally landed, Zemir was left winded and in pain. It felt like all his muscles in that area had convulsed at once. He would take this time to have a breather. Letting the girl inspect his arm. Upon closer inspection it was clear it wasn't perfected yet; his Pinky and ring finger had merged into the blade but the rest of his fingers were unaltered but it was a start.

When asked if he could change the texture he shook his head "no but I can create skin as hard as stone or iron in the case of my arm. It's essentially limitless. But there are times when it drives me insane. Literally. I have episodes of anger that I can't control"

When he made it clear he had no clan or family he would shrug "don't get beat up about it. Its fine" when she made a joke about him taking her family but to watch out for getting hit on by her sister he raised an eyebrow "She has bad taste" he said with a laugh. It was odd how making friends made him feel calmer. He still had a desire to rage out but he could mostly suppress it for now. Though he'd have to let it out later.

When asked to go for another round he nodded and adopted his fighting stance once more be charging forward. He would swing his blade upwards this time aiming to slice her clean in half

RandAltork·4/26/2018 in Casual

Climb to Glory!

It was early morning when Zemir awoke in his small cell of a room. Like always his day was to consist of training, but today he felt the odd desire to train with a friend. Since finally being exposed to the feeling of friendship he felt a need to engage it as much as possible in case they decided they didn't like him suddenly.

Dressing into his usual gear; long pants, sandals and a red tank top with his tool pouch strapped around his right leg, Zemir would be ready to go. Looking down at the numerous white scars up his arms he knew just who he wanted to train with.

Before dashing out of the Orphanage, Zemir made a small detour into the kitchen where he stole a raw steak wrapped in butchers paper in a brown paper bag. It took him a while to find his location but soon enough he found Yaban's abode.

Standing outside, Zemir would call out for his friend "Oi! Yaban!" He was still rather crude it seemed "Get out here! Let's train! Or are you too much of a quitter!?" Zemir would cross his arms and wait for the outcome.

A reply to SokeKujo

RandAltork·4/26/2018

Zemir would raise an eyebrow as the girl answered. While he felt no need to be hyper agrresive towards he he also wasn't totally charmed by her either. His expression stayed pretty dead pan as he stood over her. "I was hoping to talk to your father. Could you get him for me? If he asks what it is about tell him I'd like to ask for advice on dealing with groundhogs" he would cross his arms signifying that he was finished speaking.

Zemir would look over the farm as he waited for the farmer to finally arrive. Hopefully he'd at least understand the interuption for what it was and not as him being rude.