03-10-2016, 08:59 AM
The chakra clad Ururu hit the ground in a pained crouch at the base of the Fountain of Infinity. Rage burned in her, impotent rage that the spirit had lied like Omni about everything. She had watched the entire destruction of the island unfold and in the end her efforts didn’t regain her love of her life. Didn’t regain her anything. The network devoid of the deep resonating thoughts of them all, just empty. Only the distant echoes of what had been were left and those would only cause her pain.
She couldn’t even make the Spirit face justice for his crimes against her. Ururu was alone with herself-
Rising as her hurts were quickly disappearing Ururu spied something that chilled her blood. A mob, not just any mob but one that looked like it was quickly organizing. More than a few eyes trained in her general location marking her as a potential target before dismissing her all the same. Something was about to go down, even a non-shinobi could see that. And to her, this was screaming violence all over again.
Ignoring for the moment the jewel encrusted sword that was at her feet, Ururu turned her focus inward.
Swallowing, Ururu began to run the numbers. Something had infused her with enough energy to heal five days of injury and pushing herself ragged. Her chakra was refilling as fast as it should have back before on her own world, and more importantly she was whole. How long it would last… she didn’t know but she needed to make the most of it now if another battle was brewing.
With precision that only emphasized how long she had been in this body, hand seals upon hand seals flew across her fingers as she began molding chakra. The initial kicker followed by the raw energy that would catalyze the process. Thank the Sage she wasn’t deemed much of a threat or at least no one had paid attention enough to rush her on the spot.
“Where are the storm troopers when you needed them?” Ururu muttered.
Her time on Coruscant had introduced her to the types, professional to a fault. Also good at following orders. They had developed a knack for keeping themselves alive by avoid situations like this. Then again they only lived once. Maybe that was why this place was utterly empty except for this convention of the multiverse. Pure self-preservation.
The flow of chakra she had been charging began to roil under the skin of her palm and already she could feel the cost she was going to pay for it. One clone here was easy, two though simultaneously… Ururu winced. There was only one thing left to do. She hadn’t done this in a long time. Creating a persona from scratch due to having no other alternatives. She folded her mind, once and then twice, her memories her personality flashing before her… replicating. The good and the bad, the depth of them barely more than a puddle but enough to give it substance. No persona moved to fill the gap. Just herself.
A stab of pain and anger nearly disrupted her technique but she pushed through it even with tears threatening to spill over. There would be time to grieve later. Survival came first.
Twin clouds of smoke plumed on either side of her, clearing to reveal to people of roughly the same size and ancestry as their summoner. Close enough to be near identical siblings. One was boyish the other more girlish, slightly taller maybe thirteen at the oldest and both just entering puberty and thankfully compatible for her to transfer into permanently.
Two sets of focused on her, strangely empty.
“Shikoru,“ Ururu glanced to her left and then her right, “Shiburu, does the night sing or the bird dawn?”
The two feathery, platinum brown haired clones turned to each other, adjusting their dusters and nodded. The network between them whispered a consensus, a feeling that only touched the barest of Ururu’s senses. Shiburu, the girlish one, with actual boobs spoke first, “The bird sings” which was followed almost immediately by her partner.
Shikoru cocked his head his face containing a mix of exasperation and sluggishness of awakening for the first time, “The night dawns.”
And as if that was the only thing needed of him he checked what his weapon loadout was. It was a simple thing but Ururu recognized it as a result of life experience being replicated only by the barest hints her own emotions. They didn’t trust her beyond the directive to listen to her orders but her riddle at least proved they were stable at the moment. Shikoro less so than Shiburu.
A glance at the girl revealed the same thing. Being able to untangle that passphrase meant she didn’t have to deal with rogue clones, but they wouldn’t engender trust either.
They had no souls.
Swallowing Ururu turned her attention back to the situation at hand and the sword near Shikoru’s feet. A burst of thought sent a command and the clone didn’t hesitate to reach down and pluck the bladed treasure from the ground. Who had left it here-
The whole network suddenly shuddered the moment clone flesh met metal as a single rolling sentence tumbled like an avalanche into all hub of the hivemind.
Well this is new… oh um hello there, excuse the intrusion, came an excited if aged mental voice.
She couldn’t even make the Spirit face justice for his crimes against her. Ururu was alone with herself-
Rising as her hurts were quickly disappearing Ururu spied something that chilled her blood. A mob, not just any mob but one that looked like it was quickly organizing. More than a few eyes trained in her general location marking her as a potential target before dismissing her all the same. Something was about to go down, even a non-shinobi could see that. And to her, this was screaming violence all over again.
Ignoring for the moment the jewel encrusted sword that was at her feet, Ururu turned her focus inward.
Swallowing, Ururu began to run the numbers. Something had infused her with enough energy to heal five days of injury and pushing herself ragged. Her chakra was refilling as fast as it should have back before on her own world, and more importantly she was whole. How long it would last… she didn’t know but she needed to make the most of it now if another battle was brewing.
With precision that only emphasized how long she had been in this body, hand seals upon hand seals flew across her fingers as she began molding chakra. The initial kicker followed by the raw energy that would catalyze the process. Thank the Sage she wasn’t deemed much of a threat or at least no one had paid attention enough to rush her on the spot.
“Where are the storm troopers when you needed them?” Ururu muttered.
Her time on Coruscant had introduced her to the types, professional to a fault. Also good at following orders. They had developed a knack for keeping themselves alive by avoid situations like this. Then again they only lived once. Maybe that was why this place was utterly empty except for this convention of the multiverse. Pure self-preservation.
The flow of chakra she had been charging began to roil under the skin of her palm and already she could feel the cost she was going to pay for it. One clone here was easy, two though simultaneously… Ururu winced. There was only one thing left to do. She hadn’t done this in a long time. Creating a persona from scratch due to having no other alternatives. She folded her mind, once and then twice, her memories her personality flashing before her… replicating. The good and the bad, the depth of them barely more than a puddle but enough to give it substance. No persona moved to fill the gap. Just herself.
A stab of pain and anger nearly disrupted her technique but she pushed through it even with tears threatening to spill over. There would be time to grieve later. Survival came first.
Twin clouds of smoke plumed on either side of her, clearing to reveal to people of roughly the same size and ancestry as their summoner. Close enough to be near identical siblings. One was boyish the other more girlish, slightly taller maybe thirteen at the oldest and both just entering puberty and thankfully compatible for her to transfer into permanently.
Two sets of focused on her, strangely empty.
“Shikoru,“ Ururu glanced to her left and then her right, “Shiburu, does the night sing or the bird dawn?”
The two feathery, platinum brown haired clones turned to each other, adjusting their dusters and nodded. The network between them whispered a consensus, a feeling that only touched the barest of Ururu’s senses. Shiburu, the girlish one, with actual boobs spoke first, “The bird sings” which was followed almost immediately by her partner.
Shikoru cocked his head his face containing a mix of exasperation and sluggishness of awakening for the first time, “The night dawns.”
And as if that was the only thing needed of him he checked what his weapon loadout was. It was a simple thing but Ururu recognized it as a result of life experience being replicated only by the barest hints her own emotions. They didn’t trust her beyond the directive to listen to her orders but her riddle at least proved they were stable at the moment. Shikoro less so than Shiburu.
A glance at the girl revealed the same thing. Being able to untangle that passphrase meant she didn’t have to deal with rogue clones, but they wouldn’t engender trust either.
They had no souls.
Swallowing Ururu turned her attention back to the situation at hand and the sword near Shikoru’s feet. A burst of thought sent a command and the clone didn’t hesitate to reach down and pluck the bladed treasure from the ground. Who had left it here-
The whole network suddenly shuddered the moment clone flesh met metal as a single rolling sentence tumbled like an avalanche into all hub of the hivemind.
Well this is new… oh um hello there, excuse the intrusion, came an excited if aged mental voice.
OOC Wrote:Until I decide my final stance I’m hanging back.