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Distraught Ninja | Open

Ultear had made it a point not to get too involved in the affairs of others in the Hive. She had no idea just how long she was expected to stay, or if there were those to be trusted to begin with. Though she had later come to the conclusion that this city was just like any other, if not more chaotic, but avoiding confrontation was to be near impossible. Though she still was wary, the time witch would come to realize that perhaps solidarity was not the path for her.

This one issue, however, was not present in Ultear’s mind till she happened to notice one distraught man in the street. Muttering to himself in a series of crazed paces and frantic glances, the man was clearly having some sort of issue. Ultear almost felt sorry for him till he began to speak to himself. She gave a short laugh under her breath, and decided that she might as well throw her wariness away for the sake of a good deed.

♚ "A cool ninja, huh? Well, for starters I don’t think cool ninja’s talk to themselves so loudly in public. Sort of tampers down the cool factor."

♚ "Would you like some help?"

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There it was! the city's need to lend a hand or kick someone when their down. This happened to be one of the rare cases where both won the roll of the dice! A beautiful woman with a killer smile offering assistance? What is the catch behind it all? Nothing is offered for free! Nothing at all. It's sure to all come spiraling down at some point, right? His defenses put up at least his cool front.

Well, the ninja dusts himself off quickly, thoughts returning to a steady pace. Two more eyes are far better than one. "Let me assure you it's just a spur of the moment thing. I'm not always this excited." No need to make a fool of himself further, a smile under the mask showing off his gratitude.

"Please, I misplaced a book that is very important to me. It goes by the name of Icha Icha Paradise." One of his many raunchy books written by the perverted sage,

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Something smells lazy.

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I sense a disturbance in my laze.

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Someone like you has no business being in the Academy. You’ll never make it.

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There sure is a lot of magic in this place.

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Distraught Ninja | Open

"Where!? Where could I have misplaced it?" Between the not so peaceful Sector 002, Kakashi struggled beside himself with loss. The look in his eyes are that of a man having gambled away his life's savings. Misfortune's light shines down upon him, body covered in light dust with worry every which way. In his hands, well, there is nothing at all... The tightening of his fingers holding absolutely nothing is what bothers him. Sweat is starting to sweep through clothing, fabric made to ensure such an event is prolonged for gallons of sweat. How the ninja suffers is anyone's guess.

Pedestrians are crowding around the ninja, his look standing out amongst the crowd of powerless strangers. One eye exposed darts to and fro, looking to find a glimpse of the item precious to him. So many holding things, kicking trash, throwing their waste into bins. The possibility of finding his lost item is becoming more and more difficult, blaming the war for the sea of people.

"You would think a ninja could easily track one item, but this hoard is unbearable." After calming down a bit, the shinobi rests his back against a nearby wall. A end to the mass is not within sight, hoping that maybe... Maybe he could find it. The most important part is making sure no one opened it, inspecting its contents would put him at the bottom of the barrel. It is one thing to own something that others cast judgement for in his world, sure, if only this was his world.

"Okay, I just need to settle down. The cool ninja, Kakashi, should be able to contain is emotions without issue." So he tells himself. "I'll find it in no time! Just gotta think clearly. Where did I last put it down? Could it have been the cafe? No, too many girl around. Not near the school... It should be around the tree just a few meters away..." He continues to blabber, head raising up to find someone now staring. Great...

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Imprisoned no longer{OPEN}

Leaving a note in the house for his partner was the least he could do. In the wake of such an announcement, a trigger clicked in Nanaya’s mind. Bloodlust that had been left unsatisfied and unattended started to emerge. Boiling over the edges of his mind, he could only do one thing at this point. Kill. Murder. He would rend life itself from the grasps of the innocent to appease his own selfish desires. Zero wouldn’t mind. Eventually, he would come back. But for now, the streets of Hive City became his hunting ground.

And so began his spree of “fun”. Men, women, children, anything that breathed in his wake was left as nothing more than a heaping slop of meat. Knowing full well that none of these people would return gave a different sensation to his mind. It culled the strain on his thoughts, removed the boredom that he had grown so accustom to. Everything was overpowered by the shrieks of pain and terror left behind him.

"Hahaha….everything. I will kill everything."

There was no allegiance, no loyalty, no affiliation to either side in the war. Only a harbinger of death without opposition remained.

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Survival for the weak is about chance and brains. Normally, you would run from a dangerous situation. Common sense triggered fear into most people, escape being the main focus to some more than others. Hive City's system of rewarding abilities in return for time was key to that survival. Only it's significance dropped after realizing that no soul will ever pass on, revival keeping these locked subjects from paradise of death. What issue could that bring from the occasional traumatizing event? Better yet... A ninja ready to die at the drop of a dime?

"A menacing presence like that shouldn't go unchecked." Trailing behind the murderous aura was Kakashi. The boy in blue murmured to himself over and over, giving the experienced instructor some goosebumps. As a ninja, he remained silent while following. He knew nothing of his target at all. There was no mission assigned to him in a world where there is no village. Why he took it upon himself to do so was a rather simple explanation.

"I thought this kid to be Sasuke for a second. It's a good thing I guessed wrong." relief in the form of a sigh, stress still pressing. "The question remains: How do I figure out a way to stop him from hurting someone without getting involved?" Troublesome would it be to interfere... Yet his body moved on impulse. His thoughts shifted onto Naruto and how the knucklehead taught his own teacher somethings of his own.

"I'll have to stay vigilant. He's been here longer than I have. If he isn't lifted of all limiters, then that's a good sign, but I'm still useless the way I am now." The undying need to lend a hand cut in deep. Then again, never would he have guess an assassin to be so close to him.

#killthemeaning

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Icha Icha Por Qué | Open

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Had Mirajane been able to read his mind, she would have been able to relate to him. She and her own comrades had been in the middle of an intense battle when she had been ‘selected’ for the little experiment they were all trapped within.

However, even without knowing his story, Mirajane was the type to care deeply for others, even strangers and having overheard him, the ivory haired mage had been unable to hold her tongue.

"It gets easier."

Said she, her tone one of gentle encouragement. Of course, by easier she meant one got used to the threat of a full scale battle that could destroy a large portion of the city and learned to live with it.

Unfortunately, the guilt of being in relative safety while your loved ones fates remained unknown never got easier.

"Are you a new comer?"

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Kakashi released a sigh, relieved that the first person to say hello seemed to be a normal one. He sized down the woman with a fairly gentle nature, noticing how sweet of a voice she also shared with him. To stumble upon a citizen without a nasty attitude felt rare his first time around. There were also his many cases of flirting that got him in trouble, he'd be sure to keep that down this time around.

"I hope it does," a forced reply to the kind gesture. "I've actually been here before, I would say this is my second round." Though, his words were not entirely true for the most part, he knew the City well, but his memory lacked some details from the first stay. Faces were missing, places had been altered, and his relationships all withered.

"For someone living in the middle of chaos, you sure seem like you don't mind it at all." After all... A smile that bright could cause the creepiest and most deranged of perverts some sort of drive to mess with her. Perhaps she's one of those special cases.

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Icha Icha Por Qué | Open

Was it always this upbeat? The sounds of all the citizens being tortured by one another? The frail voices of children withering away into adulthood in the distance. Where the women are stronger than half the male population in both strength and brains. A twisted presence of god-like beings never to show their faces, quite like himself, that tear down the walls of pride with pain and misery at random? The city in which those from all across the universe share a home; somewhere the shinobi thought he would never return.

"Right when I thought things couldn't get worse." In the middle of a battlefield were his peers, now forced to spend an unknown amount of time away when they need him most. Not that this was anything new, his previous stay returning to him in bits and pieces. Upward he'd look, skyscrapers blocking out skies with their perilous height/ Eyes shoot down to hands, book and wooden weapon in check. Helplessness comes over him, disappointed by his lack of proper defense.

"I've come one war to the start of another it seems." His words referring to the overpowered villains casting their heavy shadows. "I'm supposed to just go about my day as if nothing has changed, aren't I?" Sweat forms under the headband displaying his village's symbol, muttering a greeting to himself.