Lost in my Mind

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Ignore this >.>.

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I am actually the one holding my group up at the moment >.<. I apologize. From my knowledge everyone in my group still wants to be around ^^.

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I have a little thingy in my corner now! Wooooo!

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My group is currently working on a post Mr.GM sir.

The Villain Next Door

Patrick found it insane that Grace could just sit around and watch TV without doing anything else, it just didn't make any sense to him as it was a waste of time in his eyes. The most television he had ever watched was the rare times Grace would actually get him to stay sitting in her house rather than dragging her around the city. As time slowly ticked by, and Patrick's boredom increased, he began jogging in place waiting with eager anticipation for her. Today was a big day for both of them, as it marked their first days of attending the superpower exclusive high school. While many would be nervous at the idea, Grace likely among them, Patrick was only filled with excitement. Since he would be with teachers and students like him he knew that his father wouldn't dare make him move again. As Grace finally exited her house Patrick flashed her his brightest smile as his jogging motion ceased. "Jeez did you take long enough Grace? I probably could have ran there and back with time to spare!" While he meant it as a jest Patrick also knew it wasn't too far off the mark. He knew that there were some people who could outrun him, those with speed specific powers, he also knew that not many could keep up with him. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as Grace aired her grievances at his interruption. "Come on! It is highly unlikely that you were watching a new episode! With how much time you spent with that TV this summer I would be surprised if there were any shows left for you to watch." Patrick shook his head a bit in amusement as he began walking along side Grace. He hadn't noticed it earlier but it clearly had rained either in the early morning or last night. This brought a much simpler smile to his face, as he knew Grace would feel a lot more relaxed about what the day would bring with so much of her element surrounding her. As if reacting to his thoughts Grace began running her hands along the droplets the clung to the leaves of the various fauna, causing his smile to grow a bit. "How could I be nervous with so much excitement rushing through me? I am pumped to finally be around people like us!" He casually tossed his arm around her shoulders as he spoke, an action he didn't even notice. For as long as he could remember he and Grace had been there for one another, which was more than welcome for Patrick. Between the charity work he did during the summer, and the constant moving during the rest of the months he never really had the chance to get close to anyone, let alone someone who had powers. "I know you are nervous, but can you honestly say that there isn't at least a small part of you that is excited?"

The Villain Next Door

'Remember Patrick, in order to use your Chi to its full potential you must be at harmony with yourself at all times. You can achieve this by daily meditiation.' The words of his first official master drifted lazily through Patrick's mind as he sat in a cross legged position with his eyes closed and hands on his knees. Every morning started this way, three hours of meditation, just as his master had instructed him. His eyes opened as his second alarm clock went off, indicating that it was time to begin moving on to the next step of his morning regiment. As he rose from his seated position he removed his T-Shirt in a single fluid motion, allowing his incredibly honed teenaged body to be exposed. Moving to the window he parted his curtains with haste to let in the sunlight, the sight of which brought a smile to his face. He had never stayed in one place for very long in his youth, but he had always spent his summers in this home. He glanced over at Grace's window but figured she was already starting her own morning routine when he didn't see her. Moving back to the center of his rather spacious room he stretched his arms to their limits above his head while at the same time rolling his neck slowly from one side to the other. Inhaling deeply through his nose, he slowly began to lower his arms before moving through the first few forms of his preferred martial style. The exercise is designed to not only stretch all of his muscles in prepartion for the day, but also improve his muscle memory. While he is highly skilled in this particular fighting style he still has a long way to go before he can be considered a master of it, which is why he has been using it's kata's for his morning routine. After he had completed up to the advanced forms he dropped into a more relaxed state to give his muscles a moment to rest. With the recovery period finished he kneeled down and placed his palms on the floor. Without hesitation he altered his position and began doing push-ups. Finishing with his push-ups he quite literally jumped back to his feet before once more settling into a relaxed stance. With his chosen exercised completed he made his way to the bathroom that connected to his room. Setting the shower up the way he liked, he looked at himself in the mirror for a bit to let the water heat up. Flashing a brief smile at his reflection he hopped into the shower. 15 minutes later he was drying himself off and putting on a different T-Shirt, this one a plain white color, and a pair of jeans. With his fingers running through his hair he entered his room again and glanced briefly at one of his clocks. Realizing that he still had an hour before school would start he signed a bit before heading downstairs. Patrick didn't bother checking for his father as he was never home until later in the evening, and even then he would often leave shortly after. Instead he grabbed a protein bar and headed out the door, knowing that he would be eating at the school later on anyway. Taking a couple of bites out of the bar he covered the short distance between his home and Grace's. While many would knock before entering a friends house, he and Grace had spent a lot of time together during his summers so he just walked right in. Without so much as a word he waltzed into her living room and plopped down next to her, just as he finished the bar. He focused on the TV for a couple of minutes before abruptly standing back up. "Alright this is boring Grace! Lets go for a walk instead! I know we still have time before school, but we can take our time. I will be waiting!" Without giving her time to reply he made his way out of her house to await her outside.

The Villain Next Door

Name: Patrick Bleakley Alias: Hasn't decided yet Age: 16 Power/ Limitations: First Power- Enhanced Condition Second Power- Mystical Martial Arts. Patrick uses Chi/Ki/Spirit to augment traditional martial arts. Personality/History (I decided just to combine them as you did ^^): Patrick is a very kind individual, always wanting to help those in need, he even spends any free time he can get during the summer months to work for various charities. Despite the fact that he doesn't have to do any upkeep to maintain his physical attributes he still keeps up a fairly religious training schedule. He is also very confident in himself, though he isn't arrogant as his father made sure to instill in Patrick the firm distinction between the two. For as long as Patrick could remember he had been raised by his father, though he has yet to learn the reason for his mothers absence. His childhood didn't suffer at all from this however as his father loved him deeply. The only thing Patrick found a bit strange was how firm his father was on him never growing arrogant. According to his dad arrogance was, and is, the leading cause of the current state of the world. While he didn't get any of his father's powers, it was his dad that made it so Patrick did receive his gifts. His dad never really went into detail about his powers, but Patrick believes that they are related to the manipulation of gravity from the rare times when his father would use his ability when he thought Patrick was not around. Due to the combination of powers Patrick has he moved often as a child in order to learn from a wide variety of martial art trainers. Appearance:

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The Nomads are working on another collab and then we will be doing some separate posts.

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There the Nomads have posted ^^.

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Sekitan Nomads Kakkoi Dango Stand ---> Land of Earth/Land of Grass Border - Morning

The sounds of people chatting over their morning dumplings faded behind the trio as the stand got smaller and smaller over their shoulders. The smell did not recede with the voices however, as the three wanderers carried with them their own preferred dumplings. Goro had finished his first skewer already, the pointed stick protruding from his teeth as he chewed on it thoughtfully. The remaining two skewers he had now were wrapped up and stored in his satchel for later consuming. For now he strolled at a steady pace with his hands resting upon his belt sash, grunting in contentment now and then at the recent memory of his treat. Yue's focus was currently divided into three pieces. The first piece was on the consumption of the sweet Mitarashi dango that was his breakfast. The second was keeping up with his much taller companion Goro. And the final piece was on the surrounding area. You could never be too careful even during a time of relative peace. There was no such thing as true peace when you were a traveling ninja. Especially when people mistook you as a woman. While hilarious to his companions, it wasn't quite as funny to him. But just barely, it was still pretty funny. His companions had teased him before about dressing him up as a woman if they ever needed to disguise themselves. Yue dreaded the day it would actually happen. While his two companions were walking further ahead, Isha walked at a much slower pace occasionally moving in a slow circle. Most days he would do his best to keep pace with Goro and Yue, they were the main powerhouses of the group and he relied on them heavily to keep him safe. Today though he was taking his time to admire the world around him after sharing a delicious treat with his friend he was in even higher spirits than normal. "We really should stop and take in the sights more often guys! I mean it feels like we haven't stopped moving in fooooooorever!" Isha's voice cleared the distance between him and his companions, dropping into an almost childish whine near the end as he spun with his arms out to his sides. As if caused by Isha's sudden outburst, Goro paused abruptly spinning on his heel as his armored boots dug into the lightly-gravelled road below. His eyes indicated a complex thought process and the flaring of his nostrils indicated that he was sampling the air. With a furrow of his brow and a muffled cough, the sturdy beast finally spoke: "We stink." It was quiet and concise, but got the point across despite being entirely anticlimactic and not appropriate for the situation. Goro had a bad habit of over-dramatizing himself even with the slightest of thoughts. "Baths. There has to be some....there." Turning he pointed ominously at a plume of smoke rising from somewhere far down the road in the Land of Grass as if divining something from a world beyond their own. Yue smiled at the antics of his companions. Isha's almost child-like behavior was refreshing when mixed with his own, more serious personality, and the reason he had give the younger man the pet nickname Little One. Though Isha was an inch taller than Yue. Goro's mentioning of them stinking didn't concern Yue. But the plume of smoke he pointed to did. "Yes, I believe we should head there next." Yue said with casual smile on his face. Though at the same time he unconsciously reached for the tessen hanging from the sash around his waist. It was too much smoke to be a simple campfire. Something had happened wherever that smoke was. Isha quickly stopped his spinning to gaze off in the direction that the behemoth Goro had pointed in. Tilting his head a bit to the side he shrugged. "I don't see any reason not to go that way." Pausing for a moment he suddenly jumped a bit with a bright smile on his lips. "Oh! Maybe they will have new books for me to read! It has been a long time since I got anything new to read." Just before he began to move he noticed Yue's hand dropping towards the fan on his waist causing Isha's smile dropped into a bit of a frown."You don't think that we will have to fight right guys?" Chewing for a moment upon the dango skewer between his teeth, Goro shrugged before snapping it between his teeth. "They had best hope not." The shinobi spoke, ever brief in referring to those that may oppose them at their destination. There had been so very few that stood in their path that had truly threatened or challenged the trio so far. Goro's confidence was not without a subtle caution however. "Having a change of heart?" He inquired to either of his companions before removing the broken skewer from his mouth and walking steadily toward their goal, already knowing that neither of them were going to back down as long as they all had one another's backs. If Yue hadn't known his companions as well as he did, he may have mistook Goro's confidence for arrogance. But he knew the caution that lay underneath. The Peaceful Warrior too held a quiet confidence in the trio. Though they lacked a bit in the ranged attack department, they were still strong enough, at least to defeat the opponents they had come across so far. "Of course not." He said in reply to Goro's next statement, his loyalty to the group ever unwavering. His hand moved away from the tessen at his waist, in order to give the youngest of the group a little more peace of mind. He had other ways to fight than just the fan. He began walking again as Goro did, with a quick glance behind to make sure Isha was keeping up with them. Even after four years Isha still felt uneasy at the prospect of fighting. It wasn't that he doubted his comrades abilities, nor did he question his own, it was simply the fact that prior to leaving his village he had never even seen a fight. It came as quite the shock to discover that most of the rest of the world everyone was always so eager to fight. With a quick shake of his head he cleared his mind of any trepidation before flashing a bright smile at both of his companions. "Like my heart could ever change Goro! I just hope that if we do have to fight they actually know what they are doing, that last group didn't and I couldn't get a replacement for my Dead Soul Technique. So could one of you try to keep one in good enough condition?" He knew that both Goro and Yue were aware of Isha's good heart, but that didn't change the fact that in battle he would back them up no matter what. With a destination set, and the potential that things could turn sour, Isha quickly picked up his pace to catch up with his friends as they headed towards the rising smoke.