09-23-2015, 08:57 PM
It seemed like a blind eternity had passed since she had fallen to her sensei and even longer since that... Thing... had grabbed her and taken her here.
On the principle of things, Ururu had to say that this mind numbing shock alone was one reason why you don't go abducting people, but then again. Whatever here was. It. Was. Unique.
Emerald eyes were greeted endless sky of white. White so bright it was positively black. Which really didn't make sense and yet it did since there was a looming phillic structure above her and she was lying on her back in the most uncomfortable position possible. Up against her adventerurer's pack and her weight on her duster and her lute-
Wait.
She felt around.
She could move.
That was plus.
Movement, an alien concept and yet familiar indeed. That meant she could right herself. Get to her feet. Stand. Look around. Get away. Explore. Exist beyond staring at this place and reliving her entire life in vague narrative that was her own inner monologue-
"Yeah I need to shut up now." Ururu chided herself as her fingers found smooth and yet not smooth floor beneath her. At the moment it was all she could get so that's what she would take. After all she had been begging for how many seconds/eons just for a change of pace and what Mad God had said made her want to claw her way out of her own skin at the moment and remember more pleasant things like the painful look of betrayal on her sensei's face and relive her own guilt about it.
With that thought as motivation to make something of her now and future life Ururu pushed herself to her feet rather slowly and unsteadily. She was still not used to being over a food shorter again and not having any breasts... or an ass of any proportionate size. Then again both those features had been lacking even as a fifteen year old. Now? She could pass anywhere for a nine year old and a eleven year old.
"Ah the great per-adolescent age where everything vague." She said with a note of derision. But that a least That she could change. That Mad God may have put her at the base of this phallac fountain but that didn't mean she wasn't Kyuuei Ururu the greatest genius and inventor of ninjutsu that shinobi world had neither seen nor heard of.
Focusing on her chakra, and she could certain feel it now coursing through her metaphysical anatomy playfully, Ururu began to mold it with handseals upon her fingers. Untold wealth of power began to bubble under her skin, taking form, shaping itself to her command, making the universe her bitch-
Nope
It was a proclamation of her soul. Something or someone was missing.
And that's when pain struck her like cold furious lightning, erupting from her right collarbone and spread outward. The black keyhole shaped tattoo blackened and filled in as the monk's script seals spread like circuit boards across her body. It was the missing piece of her body, her mind. The one she loved more than herself that was herself.
The Network opened up, ripped into her mind and filled that gaps of where techniques began and the companions who had given her meaning ended.
Hikaru, who was once Haruru, who had taken her own name when Ururu had finally realized that her Dolls had pieces of Soul wrought by her own hand. She had made them human.
Pain grew larger as the network spread out across the verse, across nothing, across everything. Her mind was creation and destruction, a microcosm. Her godhood, her immortality. everything who she had been was waking up and yet- and yet it was incomplete.
The universe here fought it. Balanced it. And then pissed on it.
Here omnilium is everything.
Chakra is nothing.
Seared into her soul a darker side of her was processing what the Mad God had told her.
"Dear Sage" Ururu moaned as tears dripped from her eyes as she realized she was on her knees. The one thing she had believed in would be no help here. In her own world there had been gods, and the God of Shinobi stood up to them and consumed them. But she was no longer on her world. And one thing her belief told her is that the Sage gave her people Ninjutsu so they could help themselves.
Even beyond his reach, he had still touched her, given her the means and power. Not just through chakra but through her mind.
She needed to understand this place.
Ururu stood again even more wobbly than before. She could hear their voices, muted, sleeping. Like sleep talking mixed with a bit of Saru's snoring. Her personas were still there. Alive. Her friends and companions.
She had everything she needed. But more than anything there was just one she needed the most. To help her live to help her think straight because right now, she could barely stand let alone begin to process this violation of her sanctity.
Still clutching her chakra. though it was tentantive, she began to mold it again with hand signs. Every time the universe was about to come down on her... she changed it, finding what it did accept, what it wanted and what it didn't. Adjustment. A two step dance only she wasn't the one in the lead... but that didn't mean she couldn't whisper her own suggestions.
Keep the chakra slow, even, catch the frequency of time? Of nothingness? Of everything?
She couldn't even tell, her mind felt half filled with ravings of some lunatic trying to write a novel rather than thinking her out of this situation. But something her told her what her limit was. Go with simple. Back to the beginning.
So that was what Ururu did. The first real advancement of her Genesis techniques.Twin Sacrificial Rebirth. That the universe seemed to accept so she pressed on, sweat forming with her unknowing of that first sign of weakness. Her mind worked on visualizing, basic practices she hadn't used in years for doing a technique that she could and did on more than one occasion literally perform in her sleep.
Golden hair, lighter than her own, taller, and always a little bit older. Darker skins, more chocolate than olive. A face that was succulently kissable. Beautiful with curves she could squeeze and yet athletic enough that she could kick ass in a fight. And all the memories and emotions that went with it. She packaged them up into her chakra-
Nope-
"Fuck you!" Ururu screamed suddenly into the white sky as she fought the universe for this. Pain hammering suddenly into the network, into her body as something fought her to balance the scales.
It damn well took her from her the place of her power but she was powerful in her own regard, she had achieved immortality, found how to tap the vast and full potential of the innercoil system in ways no one had ever thought possible, let alone survivable. If not for her overly well crafted body and the surprise her sensei had caused she would have been able to mop the floor with all but the strongest Jounins.
But that didn't matter, she would have this. by the Sage's own grace would take from this universe this own comfort.
Pain pounded her as she fought and released the chakra into a semblance of a controlled manner and as she did she called upon the Persona of Hikaru. The reflection of herself that could have been yet never was. The girl who was her conscious. Wiser. Nobler. And yet just as stubborn.
Nope
Smoke erupted next to her and caught her just as Ururu fell towards the not-earth.
Fingers followed by arms clasped. The color was right but it seemed small. Maybe that was the nausia talking.
She would have thrown up if not for the fact her stomach was empty. Instead she only ended up with drool on her chin.
Blearily Ururu looked up at the face who greeted her and was supporting her body, and she could swear it was like looking in the mirror and seeing herself with far to much tan. It sparked familiarity, not with herself but something older, more carnal and yet completely surprising?
It was the face of Haruru, the girl Hikaru had been. Younger too. far younger. Almost her equal in the current situation. Scales it seemed would be balanced. But fuck that, it was enough. It was something she could take and it was something that was already hers. And she wanted it now.
Finding strength she hadn't thought was left in her Ururu pushed herself forward in a proper sloppy embrace which lasted far to short of a time before she was pushed away by concerned eyes.
A soft playful lilt assaulted her ears, "I don't think this is the place we should be doing that."
Feeling more than a little drugged by a number possibilties, Ururu only gave a stupid but understanding grin. No, not Haruru. That playfulness was definitely the person who had learned to truly trust these last few years. The evolution of true friendship rather than neccessity.
Nodding and still under her Doll's support... wait no, older body... This was a clone. Yes that. Under her clone's support Ururu finally focused on something that wasn't the sky or the face of one she loved.
?
"Where the hell are we anyway" Ururu finally said after more than a few seconds of obliviousness.
On the principle of things, Ururu had to say that this mind numbing shock alone was one reason why you don't go abducting people, but then again. Whatever here was. It. Was. Unique.
Emerald eyes were greeted endless sky of white. White so bright it was positively black. Which really didn't make sense and yet it did since there was a looming phillic structure above her and she was lying on her back in the most uncomfortable position possible. Up against her adventerurer's pack and her weight on her duster and her lute-
Wait.
She felt around.
She could move.
That was plus.
Movement, an alien concept and yet familiar indeed. That meant she could right herself. Get to her feet. Stand. Look around. Get away. Explore. Exist beyond staring at this place and reliving her entire life in vague narrative that was her own inner monologue-
"Yeah I need to shut up now." Ururu chided herself as her fingers found smooth and yet not smooth floor beneath her. At the moment it was all she could get so that's what she would take. After all she had been begging for how many seconds/eons just for a change of pace and what Mad God had said made her want to claw her way out of her own skin at the moment and remember more pleasant things like the painful look of betrayal on her sensei's face and relive her own guilt about it.
With that thought as motivation to make something of her now and future life Ururu pushed herself to her feet rather slowly and unsteadily. She was still not used to being over a food shorter again and not having any breasts... or an ass of any proportionate size. Then again both those features had been lacking even as a fifteen year old. Now? She could pass anywhere for a nine year old and a eleven year old.
"Ah the great per-adolescent age where everything vague." She said with a note of derision. But that a least That she could change. That Mad God may have put her at the base of this phallac fountain but that didn't mean she wasn't Kyuuei Ururu the greatest genius and inventor of ninjutsu that shinobi world had neither seen nor heard of.
Focusing on her chakra, and she could certain feel it now coursing through her metaphysical anatomy playfully, Ururu began to mold it with handseals upon her fingers. Untold wealth of power began to bubble under her skin, taking form, shaping itself to her command, making the universe her bitch-
Nope
It was a proclamation of her soul. Something or someone was missing.
And that's when pain struck her like cold furious lightning, erupting from her right collarbone and spread outward. The black keyhole shaped tattoo blackened and filled in as the monk's script seals spread like circuit boards across her body. It was the missing piece of her body, her mind. The one she loved more than herself that was herself.
The Network opened up, ripped into her mind and filled that gaps of where techniques began and the companions who had given her meaning ended.
Hikaru, who was once Haruru, who had taken her own name when Ururu had finally realized that her Dolls had pieces of Soul wrought by her own hand. She had made them human.
Pain grew larger as the network spread out across the verse, across nothing, across everything. Her mind was creation and destruction, a microcosm. Her godhood, her immortality. everything who she had been was waking up and yet- and yet it was incomplete.
The universe here fought it. Balanced it. And then pissed on it.
Here omnilium is everything.
Chakra is nothing.
Seared into her soul a darker side of her was processing what the Mad God had told her.
"Dear Sage" Ururu moaned as tears dripped from her eyes as she realized she was on her knees. The one thing she had believed in would be no help here. In her own world there had been gods, and the God of Shinobi stood up to them and consumed them. But she was no longer on her world. And one thing her belief told her is that the Sage gave her people Ninjutsu so they could help themselves.
Even beyond his reach, he had still touched her, given her the means and power. Not just through chakra but through her mind.
She needed to understand this place.
Ururu stood again even more wobbly than before. She could hear their voices, muted, sleeping. Like sleep talking mixed with a bit of Saru's snoring. Her personas were still there. Alive. Her friends and companions.
She had everything she needed. But more than anything there was just one she needed the most. To help her live to help her think straight because right now, she could barely stand let alone begin to process this violation of her sanctity.
Still clutching her chakra. though it was tentantive, she began to mold it again with hand signs. Every time the universe was about to come down on her... she changed it, finding what it did accept, what it wanted and what it didn't. Adjustment. A two step dance only she wasn't the one in the lead... but that didn't mean she couldn't whisper her own suggestions.
Keep the chakra slow, even, catch the frequency of time? Of nothingness? Of everything?
She couldn't even tell, her mind felt half filled with ravings of some lunatic trying to write a novel rather than thinking her out of this situation. But something her told her what her limit was. Go with simple. Back to the beginning.
So that was what Ururu did. The first real advancement of her Genesis techniques.Twin Sacrificial Rebirth. That the universe seemed to accept so she pressed on, sweat forming with her unknowing of that first sign of weakness. Her mind worked on visualizing, basic practices she hadn't used in years for doing a technique that she could and did on more than one occasion literally perform in her sleep.
Golden hair, lighter than her own, taller, and always a little bit older. Darker skins, more chocolate than olive. A face that was succulently kissable. Beautiful with curves she could squeeze and yet athletic enough that she could kick ass in a fight. And all the memories and emotions that went with it. She packaged them up into her chakra-
Nope-
"Fuck you!" Ururu screamed suddenly into the white sky as she fought the universe for this. Pain hammering suddenly into the network, into her body as something fought her to balance the scales.
It damn well took her from her the place of her power but she was powerful in her own regard, she had achieved immortality, found how to tap the vast and full potential of the innercoil system in ways no one had ever thought possible, let alone survivable. If not for her overly well crafted body and the surprise her sensei had caused she would have been able to mop the floor with all but the strongest Jounins.
But that didn't matter, she would have this. by the Sage's own grace would take from this universe this own comfort.
Pain pounded her as she fought and released the chakra into a semblance of a controlled manner and as she did she called upon the Persona of Hikaru. The reflection of herself that could have been yet never was. The girl who was her conscious. Wiser. Nobler. And yet just as stubborn.
Nope
Smoke erupted next to her and caught her just as Ururu fell towards the not-earth.
Fingers followed by arms clasped. The color was right but it seemed small. Maybe that was the nausia talking.
She would have thrown up if not for the fact her stomach was empty. Instead she only ended up with drool on her chin.
Blearily Ururu looked up at the face who greeted her and was supporting her body, and she could swear it was like looking in the mirror and seeing herself with far to much tan. It sparked familiarity, not with herself but something older, more carnal and yet completely surprising?
It was the face of Haruru, the girl Hikaru had been. Younger too. far younger. Almost her equal in the current situation. Scales it seemed would be balanced. But fuck that, it was enough. It was something she could take and it was something that was already hers. And she wanted it now.
Finding strength she hadn't thought was left in her Ururu pushed herself forward in a proper sloppy embrace which lasted far to short of a time before she was pushed away by concerned eyes.
A soft playful lilt assaulted her ears, "I don't think this is the place we should be doing that."
Feeling more than a little drugged by a number possibilties, Ururu only gave a stupid but understanding grin. No, not Haruru. That playfulness was definitely the person who had learned to truly trust these last few years. The evolution of true friendship rather than neccessity.
Nodding and still under her Doll's support... wait no, older body... This was a clone. Yes that. Under her clone's support Ururu finally focused on something that wasn't the sky or the face of one she loved.
?
"Where the hell are we anyway" Ururu finally said after more than a few seconds of obliviousness.