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Hitching a ride on Thunderbolt with Whimsy, he considered their options as they passed through obstacles in their path on their way to the concourse that the green figure had been spotted. His thralls reported the strange flickering, glitch-like behavior of the individual. Those empowered and brainiacs apparently could give him little due to the unreliable nature of his power in the moment. That said, there were really only two options in regards to the cape's trajectory so it quickly became apparent—by extrapolating from the flickers—which direction they were moving.

"Organize a human wall to block his travel in one direction, we'll test a theory while Alloy tests hers," he said, his voice fluctuating with the movement of Thunderbolt.

Things were playing out on Alloy's end as they arrived. Similarly, Headhunter gave them an update.

"Dammit," he muttered...as Hunter's ability was typically one of the strongest in their arsenal. Now, deprived of it, they'd have to find another way to deal with their adversary.

An idea struck him. He activated his comms, switching over to his thrall network.

"Empowered in Concourse B, I need a loud, steady noise. Power dialed up to max." He might be flickering in and out, but if he existed in their reality—provided Alloy's theory was accurate—well...he could be affected by his power, even if only fleetingly. Each moment of exposure, especially with so many instances of his power in action, would only amplify the effect.

He used tap code to guide other empowered into their area, leaving a few with each pacified group of civilians. Of course, now that he had them under his control, he began an attempt to evacuate them. Since the tram wasn't an option, the inactive airfield and otherwise space around the airport would have to do. Ostensibly it was the security guards who were in control of the situation. He made sure that there was still some hysterics and unease among the civilians, so that nothing might appear terribly amiss.

Though it was likely that the nature of his power would come to light after this incident, he felt there was no reason for him to make that light brighter...or negative, for that matter. The less harm he did with his power, the better, especially given the purpose of their mission here.

Getting off of Thunderbolt, and bidding Whimsy do so as well, he offered her his hand—gently brushing it against hers since her eyes were closed—intending the both of them stay safely unaffected by any combat that might take place. From that point, well...it was a matter of waiting and watching for the results of their experiments.
Outsider


Glad the pilot had—presumably—gotten the hint, Outsider lay the helicopter gently on the roof, before extricating his various limbs from it and giving it some space. Deftly he used a smaller tendril to open the door. Since the propellers were slowing down there was monumentally less noise. This allowed him to more effectively communicate with those within, "The area you were flying over is effectively a no fly zone. It's too hazardous at the moment. You can fly to a proper helipad if you feel that is best, but do not fly over that zone," he gestured with several tentacles, motioning to where they'd been. Hopefully they listened...if not, well, it would be problematic.

Rising from the roof, Outsider began to head back towards where he could detect Sylph. All the while he kept his senses aware of his surroundings and the goings on therein.
Naruto: Continuum


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The world has recovered from a war eighty-seven years passed, the first Great War. Now, with the villages founded the Five Nations know a safety and peace that they have not known since before the time of the sage. Life is peaceful, idyllic even...at least for those in the light of the Five. For everyone else just getting the bare essentials is a struggle, as the Five necessitate that smaller nations become reliant upon them. What skirmishes occur happen within the borders of smaller, more vulnerable nations. These battles waged between behemoths destroy land, end lives, and crush the hopes of the poor, the unnoticed, and the downtrodden. The Five would have the world believe that things are perfect, but even within their borders people are ignored or cast aside as soon as their usefulness expires. However, not everyone is content to live in this way, happy to give away comfort for a false sense of security. Those unwilling to conform, and unable to accept the hidden barbarism of the Five have banded together under one banner; the banner of Teiou, Sovereign.

It’s been three years since they came together. In that time they have grown from a small insignificant power, to one organized enough to give the Five Nations pause. In so doing, they give hope to those who are suffering. Still, as with all things peace has a price, and if they must pay it—they will pay it in blood.

The Crew

@yoshua171|@Ganryu|@Tuujaimaa

Those who fall into this category will be managing the antagonist force and outlying elements of the world in addition to playing in the main organization known as Teiou. Aside from my own role as GM there are no true GMs in the RP, as Gan and Tuuj act more as advisers and assistants, managing certain--largely background--aspects of the world.
Starting Off

Naruto: Continuum is an alternate universe of the popular Naruto manga and anime. Created with the collaborated ideas of many and a large pool of assistants, this roleplay was designed by yoshua171 to give people a chance to help have a large hand in a Naruto world before it was even created. The "ideal" is not only to create a fantastic roleplay, but to weave a community of like-minded individuals together to create a strong social fabric for the roleplay. Ideas have been bounced around and evolved over time, taking new forms and becoming parts of the roleplay when at first their rough forms may have not as easily fit. This is the true ideal. To sand down any idea and build it back up until it fits perfectly, and create a community that can help in that process. In that sense, the roleplay has thus far been successful, as many new ideas have been and are constantly being incorporated into the roleplay and reviewed by its community.

All players--for a long while--will join a fairly young organization known as Teiou. It is a place for the angry and the downtrodden. It is an organization formed to revel against the oppressive rule of the Five Nations. You are some of its first shinobi and you will rise up and seize your freedom from the world even if the cost is blood.
Ⱦhe World


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Kumogakure
Land of Lightning


Sunagakure
Land of Wind


Konohagakure
Land of Fire


Iwagakure
Land of Earth


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[To be Seen]
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa


Tilting her head, and then smiling as Elliot played along, being his usual theatrical self, Evelyn controlled her expression letting the smile linger as she received a message from Decoy. A cold steel flashed through her eyes and she focused.

With a dangerous swiftness a silver light flashed through the building as a network of strings. It scanned everything and everyone she'd need before honing in on the ceiling of Collin's room. Condensing, the silver shadow became a silhouette, taking aspects from a variety of things, predominantly air and stone. At such short notice it would be less refined than what she might accomplish with more focus—and practice—but it was sufficient.

The projection manifested, but there was nothing for Collin to see. In its first action it soundlessly activated the nullification field. In its second it moved through the room, making only the sound of a gentle breeze as it made to encircle its largely etheral body around Collin. Once in place it would solidify, its weight manifesting and hopefully holding the traitor in place. Fighting it would be like trying to fight the elements themselves.

If Collin looked up the only visible part of the tulpa would reveal itself in the form of two jet black pits, ringed with a faint blue glow.

The Wraith, Evelyn thought, her smile warping slightly.

'Null field active. Target should be restrained,' she sent via text. Her expressions returned as she did her best to pay full attention to the conversation.

Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa


Doing her utmost to keep up with conversation—and largely to feign interest—Evelyn eventually found herself smiling...actually enjoying the dynamic. Though, she supposed it was easy while they weren't doing anything horrible. Her eye twitched and her smile diminished slightly, before a joke pulled her back in. She let it happen, it was part of the plan and...well, she'd had plenty of practice acting now. She understood how social situations worked quite well and knew how to give of the right impression.

As Messiah brought up her 'team bonding plan,' Evelyn actually felt a kernal of true joy. "That actually sounds really fun!" She said, actually fairly enthusiastic, "...maybe we can even do some kind of team exercise up there. Might be good to work on teamwork, it'd increase cohesion just as much as the hike will I think." That said she gauged the crowd, glancing at the members of her team.

Messiah, Tiger Lily, Mastar, and Elliot. Then, another idea striking her, she leaned in and spoke, now quietly so only they could hear. "Hey, maybe...maybe we can play hooky to go. It'd be fun..." she bit her lip, feigning a sense of being bad, though obviously not in a way that really mattered. Everyone skipped school at least once and there was nothing wrong with that.

She hoped the others would catch on to the fact that doing so made them additionally vulnerable. It'd enhance the chances that Sonar would report to his Community contact.

Maybe for once things might go their way.
Chatterbox
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As things spiralled further out of control, Chatterbox narrowed his eyes...and then closed them. With the chaos around him in Concourse A, and the reports coming in from elsewhere in the airport he decided it would soon be time to drop the act.

Further accentuating this was the reports of crashes...some that may or may not have actually happened. Everything was questionable. Punctuating things was the communication from Headhunter. Even with the clamor of the crowd and the tension around him, he smiled.

"Heard, Hunter. I'm going to mobilize the fans. I'm taking control of this performance. We'll get all the actors stepping in line. Thunder, Sofia put your costumes on under your civies and come to my gate," he then told them where he'd meet them. That done he changed channels, connecting to his thralls.

"Mobilize. Initate operation crowd control. The performance begins," as he said it he used tapcode to coordinate other movements. Several empowered thralls were in his concourse—plenty actually—and they moved in his general direction. As they did they appeared to carry on phone calls, sounding hurried and scared, but what they were really doing...was giving reason for how often and how loudly they were speaking, spreading his influence throughout the crowd many times over. The effects overlapping. Throughout the airport similar scenarios were unfolding, with the enthralled security and civilians using his power to direct and control the situation. There may or may not have been death and catastrophe.

Sadly, while it would help—more and more as time went on—it also meant that it was far more likely that he'd reveal his cards to the authorities. Unfortunate, but if it were necessary to further their goals, and save lives...he supposed, then he'd do it readily.

His enthralled, body doubles essentially, people he'd picked up who held a certain resemblance to his visage, had made their way to various bathrooms...in which they would change. These individuals were thoroughly under his control and held his power. It would be almost impossible to tell which was the real cape.

He entered a bathroom as well, changed...and then pulled clothes over his costume, keeping it hidden. It wasn't time just yet. Still, now armed and ready to take on his persona he knew hew as prepared for the next stage of his plan.

The first had been damage control. Operation: Crowd Control, was a directive that allowed his thralls...and the empowered among them, to influence and induct as many people as possible as quickly as possible with the intention of controlling a situation. It was adaptive, allowing his thralls to act in the way that best fit the scenario. In this case they assisted wounded, comforted people, or in some rare cases...joined in with the panic, yelling and screaming to spread the influence of his power more rapidly.

The second step, on the other hand, was much different. It was geared towards objective resolution. In this case...it involved the thinkers under his control. "Brainiacs its your time to shine. Target appears to be in Concourse B. Focus your efforts on areas therein. Scan up and down...notify when and where your powers cease working. If it's consistent we can tell direction and location."

He then switched his comms back to the Jacks.

"I've got a plan."
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

She'd hoped for more, but expected less, so Elliot's response was...acceptable. Ambiguous, but she supposed that he could hardly know how difficult it was for her to admit she was wrong about something. They didn't know eachother, so it made sense. What surprised her though, was the others coming out and what ensued when they did.

She had wanted some time to talk things out with Elliot, but this...this was something else entirely. At first she had to suppress a frown, a feeling rising from deeper within that was the niggling parasite of anger, an emotion already roused trying to take control. It was like they hadn't trusted her to handle things. However, it never got the foothold it needed, for Tiger Lily's words doused it and cut away at the negativity. The tightness in her chest loosened and she found a tear in her eye, a small smile crossing her lips.

The girl really was brave, she had to give it to her. Still.... She swallowed hard and wiped away the tear, her smile receding slightly. Before anyone might really notice, their attention on Elliot, it became more guarded. Still, she took a step towards Elliot and Tiger Lily, trying to meet his eyes, even as he struggled to escape.

Before she knew what she was saying, her mouth had moved, "It's not whether you fail or not that's important, it's if you get back up and keep trying or lay down and let it rule you." That said, she heard Messiah and Mastar out, visibly flinching slightly as the former of the two mentioned not lashing out at people, specifically at Tiger Lily.

'Nasty memories. Terrible failures, but we're all still here...I've still got a chance....'

The light of her projection flickered out of the ground and wall near them for a moment, before her awareness of it had it snap back out of sight.

"I think that's a good idea, Mesia—Alessa," she said, cutting off the alias partway through. She kept forgetting to use their real names outloud.... "That aside though, we have a mission to take care of. I'd like to...revisit this, but I don't think these problems will solve themselves all at once." That said, she stopped herself from taking charge and glanced to Alessa, delegating leadership to their team leader.

'Ugh,' she thought, displaying none of the emotion on her face or in her body language. Guarded, but relaxed. She took a few quiet, deep breaths, focusing herself. Embracing the calm...and the cold. Focus and control. They were more important now than ever before and she meant to keep them in mind through it all.
Chatterbox
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His eyebrows rose fractionally, then fell as he steeled himself. Vanishing and reappearing damage while people continued to panic and react...or otherwise remain unaffected. The phenomena coupled with the words of a thinker on scene made for a worrisome implication.

"Move the brainiac around, see if we can get anything else" he whispered. He got a number of responses from his thralls, mostly them complying. A more involved dialogue began between the thinker and the other thralls. He turned his attention elsewhere.

The reports kept coming in, but they weren't helpful...not immediately, that was until he had a thrall or two start receiving them and organizing them into a map of sort. It told him that the effect was particularly consistent anywhere. It was flickering, just like it had—and still occasionally was—for him. An unstable power? Something hard to nail down. Tinkertech?

By all reports it wasn't stronger in any particular area, there was no way to correlate it to any particular flight's arrival, and it didn't even matter if it was through a device.

"Update. Effect is widespread and wholly inconsistent everywhere. Recording is the same as direct visual contact I'm sending the empowered out to try and regulate panic."

As he spoke he rapidly used his tapcode to notify thralls of their directives. Some he sent outwards from the airport, making them check to see if there was a clear place that the effect stopped and if it was consistent. Others he directed to investigate areas that had apparently been damaged and to do it thoroughly with all five senses and to report regularly and in detail—preferrably through text message. He wanted to see if any of the damage was truly real and being obscured, or the effect was truly just in their heads.

"This feels like a diversion or a way to hide actual damage that is done. Perhaps to obscure the intentions of whoever is doing this. Make sure not to take on your guise yet, we don't want this event to be pinned on us."

Even as he spoke he got more reports and status updates, telling him that individuals had arrived in prime zones where people were freaking out—consistently or otherwise. The empowered—and some normal thralls—began the process of trying to get people evacuated, with many of them being with security, while many more of the empowered remained in the throng, assisting security and improving morale as best as possible. He made sure someone called 911 as well, after all, the instance of panic and suddenly manifesting damage was just a recipe for any number of accidents. They'd need the assistance.

Then he got some useful information, something usable.

"The effect has a fairly consistent radius. Reports on Blucifer have stopped, no damage on that front. The rest of the damage also appears to be totally illusory...except for the tram. Someone wanted to shutdown transportation between the areas of the airport. Not optimal. The radius of the effect appears to end around the parking lot, so it's moving east."

These bits of knowledge gained, Chatterbox sent the thralls at the edges inwards in straight lines, going from the estimated middle of the effect and following a straight path as best as possible. They would hopefully run into the source.

"Going to attempt to close in on the source. I think it's a parahuman, rather than tinkertech. Furthermore, I'll clear the way for you Hunter, but I need you to get a vantage point to see if we can get a better idea of the situation."
Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

At Margrave's words she tried to catch his eyes, to no avail. Tiger Lily's response softened her heart a little, but then the gates were kicked open as pure vitriol poured from her other teammate's mouth. Her jaw muscles clenched, her eyes shot to him and briefly went from cold detachement, to abject anger, before cooling into hard unforgiving iron. It was that coldness he'd see when he looked to her. She might have given him a chance before, but now? After taking out his frustration on their youngest most vulnerable member? The one who had arguable gotten the worst of the situations the'd been through.

Afterwards, when he had left, there was mostly silence, before Kend—Mastar's, words broke the fragile glass of quiet. She saw that Tiger Lily certainly wasn't okay and that apparently Messiah wasn't either. Still their team leader pulled it together and managed to address the group.

Evelyn nodded in response to Messiah's gesture. "Certainly, but please excuse me a moment," she stood up, not seeing any real problem with their eminent leader's plan, "...make sure that you only contact the Director through text. Otherwise Collin will hear it. I'll be right back, I'm going to talk to Mar—Elliot."

She then turned and left the warm comfort of the shop. As the cold hit her, she briefly embraced it, letting its chill bring her thoughts and emotions into order. She had to do what was right, even if it meant she had to compromise what she wanted...at least this time.

Moving so Elliot could see her, she didn't turn his way, feeling it would be too personal after so long of not being even remotely close. "That was poorly handled, but I'm...not going to judge you for it." She was silent for a time before she managed to work the disgusting words out of her throat. It took her two tries to say it. "You're right. I discounted you before I ever tried getting to know you. I won't defend it other than to say...you seem to put a barrier between yourself and others. Still, it's my own fault for not even trying to get past that wall you put up. I appreciate how dedicated you are to the idea of the team, despite, well...the team. Myself included."

She then fell silent, even though inside she felt herself seething. He felt justified to attack a vulnerable child, a girl who was meek enough already. Yet she had to stand outside in the cold, telling him he was right. It wasn't right, but his words had been. They represented his side of the story and they were also representative to the reality of how he'd been treated...at least since she'd joined the Wards. "I'll try to be more mindful in the future, not sure how else to bridge the gap." She took that empathy and used it to choke down the anger and guilt.

This was necessary and it was good. She'd been the least affected of the others, she felt, so it was her job—even though she wasn't the team leader—to try and make ammends as best she could.
Outsider


Had it not been so serious, Outsider would have sighed as the pilot reacted badly to his appearance. Swiftly he shifted into motion, swimming through the air with frightening speed and startling grace. A tendril shot out, wrapped around the tail of the helicopter, followed by one on each side of the main body, and one entwined with the landing gear. With his strength holding it and his flight, he guided the helicopter into a stable flight. Keeping his tendrils in place he moved to a side door and debated opening it.

He decided against it and instead used his strength and flight to guide the helicopter further upwards and clear of buildings. Unfortunately, without proper eyes, he couldn't locate a proper helipad for it to land.

He'd just have to make due with a stable, flat, open space on a high rooftop. This in mind he paid close attention to his senses, locating just that and also measuring the size of the helicopter itself. All this in mind, he slowly guided the heli to the chosen roof and then started descending. Hopefully the pilot got the hint and started turning off the engine.
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