I love the setting of Naruto, but I've never been a fan of the show/manga in what actually happened, so my knowledge of the franchise is sorta superficial. (I watched up until they finished the exam with Gara vs. Lee etc.) Like, I do have a basic understanding, but I'm not a fan that is able to say "Well ackshually!!" and then cite every little detail of a character's heritage etc.
Is that coolio with you? I tend to ask lots of question when making characters and I may need even more than usual since I don't know everything. But, if that's cool, I'd love to join. :)
I'm interested, but just so I am sure I understood correctly (I like your purple prose a lot, but as a non-native, it also greatly robs me off my confidence in reading comprehension): We'll play coordinators who exclusively use legendaries/mythicals?
Is it possible you've tried this a few months or even a year ago? I feel like I've read that first part about Luffy cleaning up after he ascended, hah.
But yeah, interested. I assume we're mostly the power level of Krieg and below at first? Can we create devil fruits? Can we have DF freely or do you want a limit on it? What about Haki? Custom fighting styles?
Still starry-eyed and leering at her future tutur, Yachiyo stepped back a bit, caught off-guard by both Soga's appearance and Shiki's adamant apologies. Raising her hands in a sort-of "there there" motion, she forced herself to smile just a bit.
“Nothing bad happened, so please don't worry,” she replied to the nervous looking boy. scanning him with puzzled intensity in an attempt to figure out what exactly made him jump so badly. With a more serious expression, she turned back to the imposing dragon student, who had introduced himself as Soga.
“Thank you for intervening... Soga! I can see at least some of the students are noble natures!” She spoke excitedly, almost more to herself than the person she complimented, her hands balled into fists; raised to her face. Her posture, combined with the chronic blush on her face, gave her a rather fired up appearance.
“We definitely should go inside, yes!”
Following Soga, she marched on with great enthusiasm, only for her ears to catch someone's rather unfortunate choice of words.
Trash?
Yachiyo pries her eyes of sensei, talks to Shiki and Soga and compliments him, then catches wind of smokey's bad attitude
Interacted/mentioned: @kind of everyone but mostly @ShwiggityShwah
The distorted reflection of the mountain flickered within the immaculate, jet-black body of an entirely too-expensive car, slowing to a still-image as the car found the end of its path. With a mechanic click, the doors opened, and Yachiyo jumped onto the earth with a little leap, instantly dirtying her previously-spotless shoes.
"That's it!"
The driver, hovering in between offering encouraging words and letting the moment be, nodded sagely, his eyes closed as if appreciative of the surrounding nature. "Quite so." He handed Yachiyo a small bag, which the girl strapped over her shoulder without hesitation, bucking up to reposition the strap into a more comfortable position, a bright smile fixed upon the rocky structure that loomed above her. "I assume the rest of your luggage will be accomodated shortly, Miss Adachihara?"
Yachiyo shrugged, and began to her pilgrimage upwards.
"No clue; let-me-know-how-it went,-please-and-thank-youuu!"
Graciously ignoring her chauffeurs evidently shook facade, the dark-haired girl marched on, registering every little pebble underneath her shoes with
She was late. She knew. Her bags were the least of her concern. How would she scale this path in time?!
The gentle pink that seemed to have made Yachiyo’s face a permanent residence had grown into a deep shade of red, her face flushed and laboured; her teeth were clenched, sucking in air through the lethargically-opened lips, knuckles pressed white against the leather straps of her bag, her shoes hopelessly smudged with caked layers of dirt.
"“I… I’m here," she croaked, observing the scenery through heavy-lidded eyes. So many faces and different types. A guy with machine arms, a flower girl, a boy with an antenna, and a whole lot of other peeps, seemingly of all backgrounds and creeds. A small flame of excitement flickered inside her chest, but quickly chilled into a sad little dimmer upon witnessing the blue-skinned guy’s display.
Just charming. Heh.
Yachiyo’s posture relaxed into a state of permissible exhaustion; she hadn’t been too late. Her lungs expanded with a direly needed deep breath, her grip loosened, her shoulders slumped just a tad and…
I AM TOO LATE!
Immediately returning to her militant stiffness, she hurried towards the lonesome teacher, beckoned by the two-tone-haired student, bowing feverously.
She rattered her apology into the ground, loud enough to rival Hiroki, and uncomfortably out of space among her relaxed and confident future-classmates. The red cheeks flared into a sea of crimson as she realized her position, and quickly, Yachiyo straightened into a stiff nothing, forcing her face to turn into a smile that screamed a mute scream for help
“Uhm… Ahem, I mean, it’s a pleasure to make… everyone’s acquaintance.”
Then, finally, the awkwardly-touched girl allowed her eyes to leer away from the crowd, and wander across the unfamiliar faces of her fellow students.
It wasn’t until her gaze met Guodo’s face that the crimson was exchanged for straight-up neon glow, steam piping through her ear canal to match her racing heartbeat.
“AN ABSOLUTE PUH-LEASURE, SENSEIII!”
Yachiyo arrives at the bottom of the mountain by car, aches her way up but is late. Embarrasses herself immediately because her need for deference for authority is stronger than deadly exhaustion. Also she is weak and teach is canonically hot.
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