#so ninjato it is

[leewritestoomuch]

HII I saw your requests are open and you wanted um. Neji. Reqs. Hi. um.!! Could you write something of him with a reader thats not from a strong clan (They are well known but not for fighting or even field work) and doesn’t have a Kekkei Genkai or anything but is strong regardless,,, wields a sword and is great at fighting physically and all that. She teases him a lot and gets not his nerves but it’s all affectionate! She does get underestimated a lot though. I’ve had this idea sitting in my head ever since I watched naruto,, saw team guy and fell in love they are my roman empire

Neji With an S/O Who Isn’t From a Prominent Clan

Idk if i capitalize titles right tbh. I forget how it’s done honestly. I don’t remember if “With” gets capitalized.

Anyways, thank you so much for your request!

This is a little harsh in the beginning. So WARNING! For asshole genin Neji.

No gender specified, but “beautiful” is used

An uneven number of shinobi graduating from the academy was so oddly unheard of that at first, you ended up training alone with some jonin who took pity on you.

And at first, Neji had said something to his team about that just being the fate of people like you. Destined to be alone and a failure.

No need to give you some chance for a big break in life, this would happen any way you put it.

Neji didn’t ever figure he’d be willing to die for you one day. (Maybe he’s not the character to say this for…)

He dreaded when Gai Sensei introduced you as a new teammate of team 3.

Of course Gai would go through the trouble of taking pity on a wimp like you. He should have expected no less.

Tenten was excited that you wielded a weapon, however.

And Rock Lee was excited to have a new teammate! Not to mention, you were beautiful. He was just a little smitten…

Overtime, he watched you train. And as Tenten marveled over how well off you were in your skills with your ninjato! (A ninjato is a straight sword, if you don’t know. Sasuke uses one)

And in the same way he thinks Rock Lee or Naruto are destined to never make it anywhere, he thinks the same of you.

After the chunin exams and the Konoha crush, he begins to think differently of you. He thinks differently of himself, Rock Lee, and Naruto as well. Even Lady Hinata.

Overall, he becomes more pleasant to be around. And you both start to talk a bit more often.

Soon he fines Lee’s insistence on flirting with you so openly is annoying, and not just because he won’t shut up anymore, but now it’s that he’s jealous.

He’s jealous?

He’s jealous.

And when he watches you fight while on missions, he’s got a different way of looking at you.

Maybe somebody with no Kekkei Genkai and no prominent clan can really make it. Maybe you aren’t destined for failure. Maybe that challenge is just something you can overcome, become stronger.

And you have.

I think being with him would be a classic case of you fell first, he fell harder.

You didn’t fall immediately. You were very sweet, but anybody with a brain knew Neji was a total asshole. Even if you were rather nice to him, you didn’t have eyes for him beyond thinking he was pretty for a guy.

So once he starts to be nicer, you quickly realize he’s not just visually your type. You really like the guy.

It takes him a couple years to fully realize he fell for you.

And a bit longer to realize Lee, as much as he cares for him, is testing his patience asking you out. When will he give up?

So he realizes, if he keeps quiet, are you gonna give in and let Lee have a chance with your heart?

So he ends up asking you out on a date after pulling you off to the side. Making sure you were out of earshot from anybody, especially your team.

You both keep it silent from Tenten, Gai, and Lee. Anybody really. For a while.

He wonders how none of them notice the way you tease him more than the others. The way you’re just a bit too touchy with him. (Tenten noticed, but she keeps her mouth shut for a while)

The way you insist on braiding his hair or tying it up for him before training or something to get it out of his way.

Or just beg him to let you braid it for fun. No real reason.

Usually he rolls his eyes, groans, and says no. Firmly. But he’s not so firm with you.

He looks so pretty with his braided hair. Let’s just say that.

Until finally Neji snaps a little bit at Lee, “When will you realize, y/n has a boyfriend, Lee.”

Lee’s eyes go wide, and he’s visibly upset. But soon his brows just furrow a bit as he exclaims “WAIT, WHO??”

Neji realizes his mistake, but he’s not ashamed of you. So maybe it is time to say something. So he informs Lee, and the rest of the over enthusiastic team, that he is, in fact, your boyfriend.

He’s actually so proud of your skills.

He’s not the type to show you off by PDA, but he will smirk and look all smug when somebody compliments you or you do something awesome.

And when the clan’s branch system gets dismantled, eventually he starts figuring your name would sound real nice with Hyuga as a family name.

#neji hyuga x reader #neji x reader #hyuga neji #Neji Hyuga #neji hyūga #naruto x reader #naruto #naruto hcs #Neji hcs #Neji Hyuga hcs #naruto Neji #naruto Shippuden Neji #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden x reader #Hyuga Neji x reader

[howlingday]

NINJA JAUNE

Blake: So, what kind of ninja are you?

Jaune: I'm a freelance ninja.

Blake: A freelance ninja?

Jaune: It's a hustle, y'know? Employment is really hard to come by these days, so you gotta really talk people into ninjas. I'm working on my own right now, self-employed and all that. And once I get something I can sell... I'll sell it.

Blake: Who will you sell to?

Jaune: The highest bidder.

Blake: Right, so are you black-clad with a sword and smoke bombs, or...

Jaune: Mhm. Definitely black-clad. I also have some more modern stuff, since Naruto is really popular these days. That's why I wear a headband with my business card on it. You know, for advertising, since I'm freelance. You gotta advertise in this business. And also all business.

Blake: Right, right.

Jaune: Also, I couldn't get any ninja shoes, because they're all custom made, so I'm wearing sandals and socks, both of which are black.

Blake: So... black flip flops with black dress socks?

Jaune: Yup. But they're all black, so it fits in with my other modern black clothes. You know, black jeans, black shirt, black gloves and, uh, a sort of neck gaiter. A real modern ninja.

Blake: Uh-huh... So, what kind of weapons do you have? Do you have a katana? An odachi? Maybe a ninjato?

Jaune: Well, most of my stuff is made at home, in the garage. Like, I've got this hunting knife and a grappling hook that I made.

Blake: ...You know what? I respect it.

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #ninja jaune #dawn somewhere #charlie chanclas chocolate factory

[disvain]

list of OCs :]

a brief thread (that i'll try to update) with my characters and a brief summary of them so you can ask them stuff if you wanna :3

(also, if you wanna draw them, please ask first!!)

disvain - sweet wanderer (he/him; in his mid 20's)

a sea otter who barely holds any memories of his past. his body still knows how to swiftly move with a sword. he's been travelling around the universe to find clues about his past.

his blade, the Tizona, is forged with a metal said to come from another realm, and allows him to cast a variety of nature-related spells.

hiroko - cold mercenary (she/her; in her mid 20's)

a river otter who seeks to seeks to find the culprit behind her village's fire. being left alone at a young age because of it, all she has left from her parents is the Leviathan - a ninjato said to be forged with the same metals as the Tizona and able to cast water and ice focused spells.

despite being fond with using daggers, her fighting style mainly focuses on a mix of martial arts.

epsali - warrior princess (she/her; in her late 30's)

despite her royal status, epsali is a fire dragon who would rather train and fight than attend to her duties as a princess; that's part of the reason why she often wears her royal guard's armour instead of her dress.

although her people seems to dislike the royal family, she cares for them. she carries with her a massive axe which she was told is made of emerald.

livefe - shy healer (she/her; in her early 20's)

adopted by epsali at an early age, she looks up at her almost as a motherly figure, although she's still unsure what sort of dragon she is. all she has from whoever left her at the castle's door is her ruby pendant.

she's diligently been studying light magic ever since, and her staff helps her amplify her spells. no-one in the castle is too sure what these seals around it are, though.

#disvain #hiroko #epsali #livefe #furry #sfw furry #anthro #art #traditional art #legends of the tizona #ask my ocs #ask my characters #i may draw the answers

[modeus-the-unbound]

Actually now that I’m really thinking about it…what blade is razor?

At first I thought it was a Kangxi style dao. But then I realized the sharp slope of the blade as on the cutting edge and not the dull side (the side that would normally be facing the wielder.)

So I think her arm blades were partially inspired by the japanese Ninjato. A sword that for all intent, may not have ever existed. It was supposedly a shinobi tool of combat and close quarters assassination, but as with all things associated with ninjas, it's hard to seperate myth from reality.

Either way, its the only straight edged sword with a straight edged slope on the cutting edge that I could recall.

#modeus's autistic ramblings #slay the princess #modeus answers

[gamerbearmira]

Karate kid au

Imagine how shocked the triplets are when they see their 66-year-old (I'm talking about when Mirable was 6) mother chop a wooden board in half. Scratch that, imagine them finally knowing that their mother knows karate. How they knew that Alma throwing a chancla at them was her being merciful.

I feel like at different ages Alma taught Mirabel different things. From 6-10 she taught her karate, from 10-15 she taught her how to use guns, machetes, katanas, and how to throw knives/daggers. (I remember in your wild west au Mirabel had a deadeye, which made it better for her to shoot so incorporated it in here). 

So, in this au, Mirabel gets her deadeye from Alma. They both can shoot from anywhere, as long as they have an eye on it. Alma instantly knew Mirabel had a deadeye because the very first time she held a gun; she shot a target in the direct spot she was supposed to. And of course, Mirabel has perfect aim because she practiced so much. 

Mira’s parents were surely against Mirabel holding weapons at such a young age. But alma assured them she was in safe hands and always took safety precautions to make sure nothing went wrong. And casita makes sure that when Mirabel isn’t in the training studio, the door is locked so no one below the age of 18 can touch anything inside the training studio without Alma’s permission and supervision. 

Training studio

Ok, so the studio has a wide range of weapons starting from Guns; revolvers, colts, rifles, pistols. Swords (all originated from Japan): Katanas, Tachi’s, Aicuchi’s, Ninjato’s. Combat knives, daggers, Combat tactical knife, classic bowie, throwing knives, and of course the machete. All of these weapons are what Alma used to use in her old school and keep in her older years as well. 

Casita made these little “opponents” for Mirabel to fight to help her train better. They’re honestly just walking plush mannequins. There are a few punching bags in there too, as well as chop boards. Mirabel chopped a board in half by the time she was 12, Alma couldn’t be anymore proud because when she was 12, she did the exact same thing. 

All of the madrigals have been inside the studio but only to look at everything and watch some of Alma’s training skills. 

Also, no one in the family likes that Alma sometimes takes the training outside of the studio, like at the breakfast table. Like the woman will just throw a butter knife at Mirabel to see if she catches it, she does but it still nearly gives Julieta and Agustin heart attacks.

 

But Alma let everyone know that she can throw a knife at someone and still not directly hit them. It’s all a matter of intent. She’s a little offended that everyone thought she was that reckless towards her own granddaughter. 

Oh and because of Mirabel’s parkour knowledge, that girl bounces off the walls…literally. She rarely takes the stares in casita, nor does Alma. And outside, Mira loves to run across the roofs of people’s houses to get where she needs to. 

Once a woman came to Alma and told her she should “tame” her granddaughter a bit more because “Ladies shouldn’t behave that way”. Man did she give that woman a full earful in front of everyone. It was talked about for weeks, and after that little situation Alma made it her business to parkour across roofs too AND wear pants outdoors. 

She also lets Mirabel keep her scars too, to Alma, the scars mean she’s growing and learning like kids are supposed to. Alma had gained some scars from roughhousing with some mannequins and she’s quite proud of them.

Alma also taught Mira how to forge her own weapons, so she has many colorful weapons that she made sit in the studio such as; knives/daggers, swords, brass knuckles, and dynamite (firework kind). 

 visual differences from canon;

Mirabel has gained quite a few from just being the clutz she is and from roughhousing. She mostly has small scars on her arms, legs, and some on her face. Not to mention her clothes and herself are covered in dirt. Not like she cares. It’s the same for Alma as well. Julieta doesn’t exactly like that they keep scars because they’re both at risk for infection but Alma assures her she knows how to properly care for scars. 

Mirabel carries around her machete, just to let all her old bullies know not to f around and find out. Mira mostly wears pants because her dress has been snagged on so many things. Alma only wears pants for training but does wear them outside from time to time. 

Honestly this au has a little room for angst but let me know what you think. 

WOWWWWWW

Um first. Very cool, love the fighting. Uhhhhh. Guns, I don’t. Don’t give guns to little kids. If at all, I don’t even thinks guns would be a thing 🤕 but a machetes, throwing knives, maybe (imported???) swords in older ages is very cool 🌚 EVERYTHING ELSE. SO COOL. Imagine being able carry around a machete. So rad.

AND DEADEYE RAHHHH ‼️‼️‼️ also training studio. Very cool, keep it locked. Because. Sharp stuff. As for visual differences. I don’t blame Julieta 😭😭 her whole thing is healing people, and her own mother and daughter literally have refused to be healed at times. Like I’d have an existential crisis, what’s point of healing anyone if you can’t heal your own family. Like bro 😮‍💨

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #karate AU

[beitingz]

Part 1: Exposition (Raphael x Reader)

You guys voted for Raphael, I originally was leaning more toward Mikey. Might throw some Mikey x Reader moments in here for the 26.4% because I know you guys are starving.

I will be trying to update weekly. Already working on a fourth chapter. I have had this sitting on a backburner for like, a year. Just been so busy...

Anyway, here's this disaster!

(all characters are aged up + this is like a combo of 2012 and bayverse movies)

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Why couldn’t you remember how you got here?

You were kneeled before your commander, your leader, respectfully gazing at the foot of her throne. You felt a little lightheaded and for some reason you and whatever article of clothing that you had on was pretty damp, almost as if you had been in the rain moments before being summoned. You didn’t have enough time to dwell on the strange scenario as you watched Karai unfold her legs and come to a bold stance. You couldn’t help but slowly lift your head to look at her properly, but she moved quickly. She stopped in front of you and snatched up your chin to force you to look at her. 

“My father was right to have pulled the plug on that stupid little experiment,” she seethed at the mere blank stare she received. “You have no idea of how much of a waste you’ve been!” 

You remembered how unprovoked Karai’s wrath could be and you figured this was another one of those moments in which you had no idea what the hell she was going on about. Still, you had no choice but to try and avert your gaze whilst humbly apologizing. It wasn’t enough to prevent her from slamming her knee right against your throat. 

You collapsed in a choking mess at her feet while she berated you for being a weak, pathetic, waste of time, effort, and money. Her father should have gotten rid of you before you became even more of a problem instead of leaving half of his attempts at destroying the Hamato clan unfinished, yet to be completely discarded. She kicked you in the stomach once you began to catch your breath again, then turned to her second in command who coolly watched the scene unfold before him.

 

“You and her are going to fix this,” she said pointedly. “Find it! Bring back that freak so that I can finish what my father couldn’t.” 

Once she left the room, Tiger Claw sighed as he came to your aide. You were more than able to endure petty attacks like that, and because of this, he knew that Karai had put a little more effort into hurting you more than normal. You were calm now, aside from the occasional cough as you were brought to your feet and scooped in another direction. The giant feline beside you muttered something in what you recognized to be Japanese, although it was too quiet for you to catch. 

It wasn’t long before you were brought to a small dark room, if you could even call it a room, that was illuminated by nothing but a large oil lamp that was placed in the corner. Your memories were starting to become a little less of a haze. You remembered this being your room. Before Shredder’s demise, he had given this space to you, his hand-picked chūnin – his once perfectly obedient ninja. There was nothing but a less than comfortable-looking cot, a small stack of books, the oil lamp, and your custom made ninjato. 

You noticed there was a neatly folded black uniform placed at the end of your cot and knew that that was why you were brought here. Tiger Claw didn’t say another word as he stepped out of view whilst you prepared for whatever the night had in store for you. 

You easily ripped the wet article of clothing from your body after realizing it was nothing more than a disposable gown. Curious, you called out to your comrade who grunted in return. 

“What happened?” you asked softly, now observing the lack of battle scars that once littered your body. 

You were met with silence. Your brows furrowed as you poked your head out of your room to look at him. He always looked cold and brooding, but he seemed more conflicted at that moment than anything. 

You break the uneasy silence with a soft tone, “Takeshi?”

His ears flickered at that. At his sides, his fists clenched before he glanced at you. 

“What do you last remember?” he asked in a hard, cold tone while looking away once he caught a glimpse of your bare shoulders. 

You realized your indecency and hurriedly began getting dressed, still pondering his question. You don’t quite remember going to sleep, let alone waking up. You were just barely gaining consciousness on the floor before Karai. Before that, you remembered being escorted to Stockman’s lab by some of the Foot-bots. He ran a bunch of tests on you, though it all went blank right about when you were pricked with a needle. You relayed this information to Tiger Claw and he informed you that this occurred today. You then stepped into the corridor maskless, yet fully dressed and armed. 

“We must get going,” he announced, indicating to you that he would not be speaking more on the matter. He didn’t wait for a response as he turned around and began heading out. You huffed, obediently trailing behind him. You had zero clue who or what you were supposed to be retrieving, though you knew there would be absolutely hell to pay if you failed to do so.

_ _ _

April was on her way to visit the turtles just before they went out for patrol. She had missed movie night due to her date with Casey and figured that showing her face along with a couple of pizzas would restore the peace because boy did they take movie night seriously. It was a silly idea – to be one of the most wanted people by the Foot clan and the Kraang, yet to still decide to roam the streets at night unattended. However, she was a grown woman who could surely handle one night alone. If anything were to go wrong, she would simply drop a pin to Donatello and her friends would come to her aid. 

As she shifted one of the pizza boxes that threatened to tip over, she felt her T-Phone slip out of her coat pocket. Though she tried to watch her step, she managed to end up kicking it right into the alley beside her. 

“I do it to myself sometimes,” April muttered to herself, peering into the narrow space. It was a dead end, and thankfully empty. 

She awkwardly kneeled, balancing the boxes in her free hand while she went to grab her device from the ground. Her breath hitched when a clear, watery substance dripped onto the back of her hand which froze her in place. Slowly, she tilted her head back and shrieked in terror. She had seen many strange and scary things, but the sight of this feral mutant took the cake. 

It was a spider-like woman with eight prickly black legs that worked to keep its large arachnid form stationary between the two walls, while the feminine-human torso that protruded from the front dangled with its furry human arms hanging limp towards the ground. As her widened eyes stared in horror, four beady black eyes glared back at her, and a human pair attempted to blink away tears that fell freely. The creature’s jaws parted slowly as it eerily whispered her name, inching unnervingly closer. 

‘Yeah… this alleyway is definitely occupied,’ she thought briefly.

Cursing, April snapped out of her state of paralysis and fumbled with the T-Phone for a split second before deciding to ditch it and the pizzas as she bolted back in the direction that she came from. She had only made it so far when she felt something latch onto the back of her coat and begin reeling her back. It didn’t take long for her to piece together that the giant mutant spider had caught on to her with its web. She quickly shook off the article of clothing, looking back to eyeball the distance between herself and her new foe. The spider was now on the ground, human hands clawing at the corners of the alley to keep its body hidden; those long legs were still working on tugging on the web that had her coat on the other end. 

She took this small opportunity to put some more distance between them and successfully made it to the end of the block with no further attempts at slowing her down. She looked back again and was surprised to see Tiger Claw and a Foot member tackle the mutant back into the alley. She covered her ears when she heard a ghastly wail and ran to find the nearest manhole. There was no way she was going to stay to investigate. 

—

“I hate spiders,” you grumbled, rubbing the sticky residue from the webs onto your thighs. Tiger Claw said nothing as he watched the spider writhe against her restraints. You noticed how she slightly tensed upon hearing you speak but thought nothing of it as you moved to stand beside your comrade. 

It had been somewhat of a lengthy battle against the mutant and you weren’t ashamed to admit that it probably would have been longer had the feline not been present. Perhaps it would have been even shorter if he had not been going fairly easy on her. The thought of this surprised you. You were also surprised that nobody had managed to witness this secret battle, yet grateful all the same. You hated having to take care of witnesses. 

Your hand is gentle against the fur on his muscular forearm, grabbing his attention. 

“You’ve been very quiet,” you stated. He brushed your fingers off of him faster than you had placed them there. 

“You know nothing, do you?” he scoffed, beginning to tighten the restraints that were a combination of wire and the spider’s own webs, so that he could return to headquarters. 

“So you're giving me the silent treatment because I’m not a mind reader?” you retorted. 

He seemed to take some time to ponder his sudden frustration with you, however, hearing his true name being croaked reminded him of where his anger should be placed. He ignored your surprise at the mutant knowing his name and placed his paw on top of her twitching head. “She must pay, [Y/N],” he declared, further confusing you. 

The spider made an eerie whining noise, clearly growing weary from its aggressive attempts to gain freedom and still trying to tangle the two of you up as it started to still itself. 

“For what? Who are y-“

“Karai,” he barked, head snapping towards you. “She did this to you.”

You felt your heart drop, although you weren’t completely aware of what he meant. With wide eyes, you watched his tall form stride towards you before he suddenly snatched your mask off and shoved it against your chest. As you caught it, he grabbed your wrists with one paw and pulled you towards the mutant. A pair of her eyes widened with recognition and the longer you stared at one another, the harder it became to hear what Tiger Claw was saying to you over the sound of your own beating heart.

“You’re the experiment she spoke of!” he exclaimed, already growing angrier with every word.  “Before the Foot bots, there was you. Shredder was going to make hundreds of copies of you to be his loyal henchmen since the others were incompetent before he allied with the Kraang.” 

You started trying to pull out of his grasp. He wasn’t letting up. He wasn’t even looking at you, he was looking right at her. “You’re lying,” you all but growled, clawing at his arm.

“After the death of Shredder, Karai’s hatred for you only grew. She and Stockman toyed with you for so long and turned you into this,” he gave his attention to you and continued, “and they’re going to do it again. They will keep cloning you, mutating you, and making you suffer until she deems you strong enough.” 

You managed to break free of his hold, though doing so caused you to stumble and fall flat on your behind. “T-Takeshi, you’re lying!” you repeated, however even you knew that you were in denial. You were beginning to feel as though you were suffocating from this new knowledge, but couldn’t possibly be true. You are you. You’re not a clone, and you’re definitely not some monster freak spider. 

Tiger Claw could see your distress and hoped you would eventually come to your senses and focus on the bigger picture: Karai must pay. Huffing, he picked up the mutant by the bend of one of its long legs and spared her one more glance. She was once one of the only people he would dare call a friend, and now a failed mutagen experiment that has no control over her own actions. He hated seeing her this way, and he knew she hated being this way. The little humanity that she had left made her cry all the time. He was somewhat relieved, to say the least when she managed to kill a few of Stockman’s helpers before escaping.

“You have been given another chance. Join me, and together we shall seek vengeance.” 

With those words, he put his jet pack to use for the first time tonight and left you alone with your own thoughts. Despite what Karai had said to you earlier beginning to make a lot of sense and matching what Tiger Claw spoke of, you still had so many questions. How many of you are there? Could you even call yourself [Y/N]? Are all of your memories even real? Were you really destined to become like your…  mutant self? Why you?

You picked yourself up off of the ground and stared at a messy pile of trash and pizza boxes just at the beginning of the narrow space. You could suddenly hear some faint ringing from a device somewhere nearby, momentarily snapping you out of your daze. You had almost forgotten that you two let the girl, April, get away. Perhaps she would return for her things with help. You were quick to get rid of what little evidence of your presence remained before disappearing into the night.

Had you stayed any longer, you would have been spotted by four very angry turtle brothers…

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2k14 #tmnt 2k16 #aged up characters #tmnt headcanons #raph x reader #raphael x reader #bayverse raphael #tmnt bayverse #raphael #raphxreader

[scarecrow-in-a-hatake]

What was Itachi like as a kid?

...the fact that Sandaime-sama had him placed on Team Ro for his very first assignment was telling. The others were skeptical at first— not just a new member to haze, but a rookie fresh off the gauntlet? And without being able to offer any input of their own before the decision was made? It grated.

And little Weasel, all of eleven years old back then, walked onto our training field without even the slightest flinch while kunai and shuriken flew at him. Absolute faith in his comrades not to hurt him unnecessarily.

I knew he'd fit right in.

Weasel took the ribbing with grace, you could say. Cat was glad not to be the youngest on the team anymore. My lieutenant was delighted to have someone new to fuss over.

But that was off the field. On it? Eleven years old, and he could keep up with the best of us, even if it took him a while to get used to the ninjato. No hesitation in executing orders. Observant. Memorized all our formations within the first week, plus quick thinking to adapt when parameters changed. Didn't complain about the weather or the ration bars or the way his uniform was loose in places for those first few months.

He was always soft-spoken. Not in volume, although sometimes that, too. But there was this tone to his voice like he didn't want to disturb the air around him, even when giving a report.

He didn't stay long. Ten months, and then the higher ups transfered him to another team without so much as a by-your-leave, not even to me.

I've heard people describe him as a kind child, but no one who ends up as an Anbu captain is truly kind. I think "considerate" fits better, here. He thought things through before acting, and never did anything that he expressed regret over, save for when the situation was out of his control. It's why I was so ready to believe that he really did slaughter his entire clan when the news first broke, even if I didn't believe the reason that was fed to us. Him, me, Orochimaru— people that others call "geniuses" don't snap. That's not how it works. It's just that the change isn't noticable until...

Well. Look at me, getting all nostalgic. I think I've answered the question well enough.

#Hope Sasuke-kun likes the statue that we erected in the old Uchiha clan compound when he gets back. #in the spring days || other faces #anonymous #in the autumn days || old friends #uchiha itachi #naruto headcanons #blank period #naruto rp

[kachikirby]

GranEssex Chronicles: Chapter 20 -  Social Butterfly

It has been a few days since Erhard joined the crew of the GranEssex. Fettuccine had left to go back to her division, though they still kept in touch when they could. Right now though, Meta was at a lost to do as Kurabe was off ship at the moment and she didn't leave behind any orders for him. He was left completely to his own devices, which was a strange feeling for him. No missions to take, he already completed his training for the day and the people he usually interacted with were busy. Meta frowned and sighed, knowing that there was something he could do, something that Kurabe kept telling him to do.

"...I guess I should try socializing..."

Maybe he could check on Erhard? No, it might be busy, too. He had no choice now. His best bet was the newer recruits. Vul seemed easy enough to talk to.

"Guess I'll start with him and work my way to the others. That is if I can even find him."

That was the problem with Vul. He never really knew where he was. However... the bird strangely seemed to almost always know where he was.

"No matter. I'll find him eventually. For all I know he might be standing outside my room right now." He let out a sigh as he hopped off his bed and walked out his door.

"Do you usually talk to yourself or is that a just in your room type of deal?" A bird like voice said as soon as he stepped outside.

Meta stared at the source of the voice, which just happened to be the bird he was looking for. "...Why were you outside my room?" Meta asked, ignoring the fact that he heard him talk out loud.

"I asked you a question first. Isn't it rude to just ignore it?"

"...It's an in my room thing." He immediately blushed the moment Vul suppressed a laugh in response to that. "And what about you?" He quickly replied.

"I was just walking by when I heard you mumbling."

"But why did you listen in?"

Vul pointed at his ears. "Not like I can help it when these ears of mine pick up even the smallest sounds."

"I thought so, but you could've simply just ignored it and walked away!"

"I was, then you said you were going to look for me. So being the nice guy that I am I decided to not make you look for me."

This made Meta feel even more embarrassed. "So why did you want to find me anyway?"

The puff looked down. "...sensei wanted me to socialize more so I thought it would be easiest to talk to you first..."

"Alright then. So, what do you want to talk about?"

"...I don't know."

Vul laughed. "No wonder she told you to learn how to socialize. Let's start off small, what kind of things do you like?"

"Training and reading."

"Beyond all that man. Everyone knows that much about you. What's something else you got? Do you like swords or do you just seem them as just tools? Do you enjoy flying? Stuff like that."

"Well, I like swords, of course, and I love flying."

"See now we're getting somewhere. Now to really get a conversation, you need to go into detail. Tell me why exactly you like all those things."

"Well... um... I like swords because they're cool and they remind me of sensei."

"What else? What types of swords do you like?"

"Is there a point to all this?" Meta asked, slightly annoyed.

"Ah ha! There it is. You see, that's a common misconception. Not every conversation needs to a have a point. Simply talking about whatever can be more than enough at times. Besides, you're already feeling less awkward around me now, aren't you?"

"...yeah, I think so."

"Then keep talking. You'll find that people will listen to you more if you are invested in the conversation. So, I ask again, what types of swords do you like?"

"Short swords, mainly because they work the best with my height and fighting style. Beyond that I like the designs of ninjato and katanas. I also like great swords, though they aren't a sword type I'd personally use." Meta replied, surprised that I was actually easy for him to say all of that.

Vul chuckled. "I see you're the type that becomes a chatterbox when you have a subject you like."

"...Perhaps. What about you? What do you like?"

"I like collecting pipes, like the one I have in my mouth. They remind me of my pappy."

"So, you smoke?"

"No, it's all for decoration. The only thing that comes out of this pipe is bubbles."

"I see..." The youth had been told multiple times by his mentor that smoking is unhealthy and that he shouldn't do it.

"Besides, unlike you I don't use magic to fly. I need to keep my lungs in good shape or else flying would be a real pain in the rear."

"Is it true that your bones are thin, too?"

"Yeah, my species naturally has thin bones. It means were light creatures straight from birth, though our bones are much more fragile than the bones of other creatures."

Meta nodded. That was something he learned from his mentor. Many bird type creatures and monsters had thin bones to make them light enough to fly.

"What about you? You don't have any bones, right? How does your body even work?"

"I don't fully know myself. From what sensei said, our bones are just pure cartilage, making us very flexible."

"I think very flexible is an understatement. You could probably fit yourself under any crack in a door."

"If I had the right Copy Ability, probably."

Vul blew out a few bubbles. "How often do you even use Copy Abilities?"

"I technically use them whenever I fight. However, I'm using them in a way that makes me not need to inhale and swallow something first."

"Besides the ones you use, do you really use any other Copy Abilities?"

"...not really." He uttered.

"What are you being so quiet about? It's not like there's anything wrong with not using a lot of those abilities. I don't know much, but some of those abilities seems highly situational."

"It just makes me feel like I'm not reaching my full potential. Like I know some of them are definitely very situational, but then some I see sensei use them and I question that. Like she uses ESP to read the minds of others."

"Let me ask you a question. Do you have any actual interest in using ESP?"

The youth sighed. "Not really. The only thing it would really be good for is getting back at her."

"Then don't worry about it. It's as my pappy once told me. You'll receive more results if you actually like what you do. I mean look at you, you're better with lighting magic than anyone else I've seen use it. Not to mention you're easily one of the best fighters here."

"Yeah, that's true. I prefer to use lightning magic compared to others."

"Besides, do you really think you'd successfully mess with the captain even if you did have ESP?"

"...I wish I could..."

"Well, I know of a way to mess with her."

"Really?" The puff perked up in interest.

"Well, it's easy, in theory anyway. Next time she calls you cute or something, return the compliment."

"Why?"

"Well, would she expect it?"

"...Probably not." The youth then blinked. "...wait, that's what she said about flirting! Are you saying to flirt with sensei?!"

"Giving someone a compliment isn't the same thing as flirting ya goof."

"...it isn't?"

"No, where'd you get that idea?"

"...it just sounded similar to the advice that sensei gave me to combat Fettuccine's flirting."

"Well, it's not. Your only other way of getting back at her is not reacting to her. But I think my first suggestion would work out more easily for you."

"...I'll try that out then."

"Well, good, though you're gonna be waiting a while to do that. She's gonna be gone until tomorrow."

"Oh, did she go on another mission?"

"No, just the one she's on is like in another part of the galaxy."

"I see..."

"So, you're stuck with me, unless you want to go out searching for someone to join us."

"Well, sensei wants me to learn to interact with people more. So, I think that would be a good idea."

"Then get searching. You were lucky I just happened to be walking by."

"Would you like to come with me?"

He tilted his head in questioning. "I already was."

"I thought so." He said as he walked off.

"You don't know where to begin do you though?" The bird asked.

"I'll figure it out myself!"

"Well, I would hope so, would defeat the purpose if you didn't."

"I do!"

"You don't need to convince me, just actually go out and do it."

"I'm already going!" He said, now quickly walking away.

"You do know that's a dead end, right?"

"I know that!"

"Look, let's just head to the cafeteria. No doubt you'll find someone that wants to talk to you, considering how many fanboys and fangirls you have."

He blinked. "...I have fans?"

"Of course, you won that tournament. Practically everyone looks up to you after seeing how strong you are."

"...I see..."

"I'm not surprised you haven't noticed, considering how you're almost always on your own or training with the captain and vice captain."

"I don't do that all the time!"

"Right. You're also talking with that cotton candy friend of yours on the communicator, too."

"Why does everyone know about that? Whatever, I'll follow your suggestion. Let's go to the cafeteria."

"I always happen to hear you when you are." The bird replied as he followed after the puff.

"...I'm not going to pretend to know what I'm talking about, but are you interested in me or something?"

"What tipped you off?"

"Well, you always somehow being near me for one. Two, you're happy and have been happy ever since we started talking."

"Well, you're right. I am interested in you."

"...Would you like to be friends then? Like officially or whatever."

The bird chuckled. "You mean we aren't already?"

"Fair enough." Meta replied, slightly smiling.

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Soon, they reached the cafeteria which was of course packed.

"Well, who looks easy to talk to?" He wondered to himself.

"Hey, don't look at me!" Vul said.

"I wasn't. Hey, that's Crate over there, right?"

"Yeah, it is! And it looks like she's sitting by herself!"

"Well, I guess I'll talk to her then. Let's go." The bird nodded as he followed him to the dog.

"Um... hey, Crate." He uttered.

The giant boxer looked at Meta and smiled. "Hello there."

"Um... is anyone sitting here?" He asked.

"No." Meta nodded and sat down next to her.

"So... how are you?" "Hot. I just got done training."

"You should drink a lot of water then!"

"I've drunk 3 gallons of water."

"I... I see..."

"My species drinks more water than most because of our size and fur."

"Ok. What about ice cream?"

"I'm allergic to dairy, otherwise I would be eating a large bowl right about now."

"Pretty sure they have vegan flavors." Vul said.

"I've tried them, didn't care for it."

"Or water ice?"

"I don't know what that is."

"They're snow cones but better."

"Maybe later then."

Meta nodded silently. "So, what kind of things do you like?" He then asked.

"Hmm, I like poetry."

"Poetry? Interesting? Would you care to share a few poems with us?" Vul asked.

"Oh, well if you insist." She then cleared her throat. "They fight like heroes. All of their threats get taken down to zero. Like them I wish to be a hero. I'll work hard to not be a zero."

"That's quite good."

"Thank you." She then looked at Meta. "Not that I mind, but is there a reason you're here?"

"To...talk with you." He uttered, slightly embarrassed.

"Ok then. What about?"

"...I don't know..."

"Sensei, wants him to practice socialization." Vul explained.

"Ok. So, talk then, if you want to."

The youth nodded, but then looked nervous.

"Just act like you're talking to the cotton candy lady." The bird sighed.

"She has a name." He grumbled. "Crate, what else do you like?"

"Well, I like helping village whenever I can. Does that count?"

"I guess so..."

"I also like marshmallows. It's fun to squish them before eating them."

"Marshmallows are good." The puff replied.

"...that's strangely funny coming from you." Vul chuckled.

"Why? Because everyone compares Star Warriors to marshmallows?"

"Yeah."

"Well, fine then. Crate, do you train with anyone? You always seem to be on your own."

"I don't train with anyone."

"Why not? Even I spar with other soldiers."

"No one wants to spar with me."

"I've offered to spar with you before though?"

"I rather not burden you..."

"I'm the one that offered though."

"Still! I just feel bad for asking someone like you!"

"Why?"

"I'll just hold you back!"

"Uh, how? It's sparring. It's to both of our benefits."

"Just stop questioning it, ok?"

"Uh... alright."

Both Meta and Vul looked confused at that response.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Crate's mood seemed have taken a complete 180, confusing them more.

"Well, alright." Meta looked at Vul, who seemed to be thinking the same thing as him. "Well, if that's all, we should get going." Meta then said.

"Wait, I have a question for you now. What do you think of sensei?" Crate suddenly asked.

"Well... I have a lot of respect for her. If I'm going to be completely honest, I would be dead if it wasn't for her."

"Ok, I see. I think she's inspiring."

"Yeah, I think so, too. She's so brave and strong, but she's also kind and gentle."

"Yes, she's definitely a good leader."

"I hope to become someone like her someday." Meta sighed as he got up. "Well, I guess we'll see you later, Crate."

"Wait, a minute!" Crate suddenly said.

"What?"

"Um... would you... like to walk around the ship for a while?" She asked nervously.

Meta looked a bit surprised, but didn't see anything wrong with that. "Sure. Are you fine with that, Vul?"

"Well, as long as we talk during it, you'll still be getting socialization practice."

"Yeah, I know. Are you fine with doing more walking?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, come on then you two." Meta said as he started walking. The duo nodded and joined him.

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As they walked around Meta noticed something about his new companion. "Crate, you must be excited about walking, aren't you?"

"Oh, that's because I haven't explored much of the ship!" She then paused. "How did you tell?"

"All Star Warriors can sense emotions." He replied simply.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment. "All emotions?"

"Yes. Joy, sorrow, anger, calm, love, even combinations of those emotions."

"I see..."

"Why? You seem a bit concerned by that."

"Oh, it's nothing."

"Well, alright." Meta replied, deciding to just drop it.

As the group walked around, Crate spoke up again. "Do you know if sensei has any set schedule when she returns from a mission? Like a ritual?"

"Not really. She usually returns whenever she feels like. If anything, she's almost always back before nine PM. But sometimes she comes back after, but usually she's good at getting home before then."

"Does she do anything when she returns?"

"Depends. Sometimes she goes straight to bed, sometimes she gets in some training. She doesn't really have a schedule; she just does whatever she wants."

"Is there like a most likely schedule, though? Like does she shower or eat or go straight to bed."

"I wouldn't know. Why are you so curious about it?"

"I think I'd like to ask her a few things."

"Like what?"

"Private matters."

"Like what kind?"

"It's private for a reason you know. You never know if there's a spy around."

"A spy? I sincerely doubt we have any of those."

"But are you sure about that?"

Meta frowned. "Are you sure that there is one?"

"There might be. You never know."

"In other words, you don't actually know. Crate, you need to stop being so paranoid." The puff told her, giving her a look of suspicion.

"O-Oh right. You're probably right. I'm just nervous about the possibility of one."

The youth stared at her for a moment, but then sighed, as if to accept that answer. Meta then stopped, looking around.

"What's up?" Vul asked.

"I sense someone, hey, whose there?" He called out.

From behind them, in the hallway, a strange humanoid wearing... what Meta could only describe as a disastrous marriage between traditional kimono and modern clothing sauntered out, holding a folded fan to their lips, as if it was some kind of stage performance.

"Who are you?" Meta asked, not really sure about what he was looking at.

"Ah, finally! I was wondering where I could get some service here! Do you know how long I have been walking around here to get some semblance of a welcome? Here, take my coat."

What confused Meta even more was that the man only made the motion of taking off a coat before tossing it to him, essentially taking nothing off.

"I repeat, who are you?" Meta asked again, even more confused. Vul was just as confused as well.

"Just a wandering traveler." He bluntly replied.

"Wandering travelers don't just end up on a military vessel. Who are you?"

"That..." He posed strangely, covering one of his eyes with his fan. "Is up to you to figure out, young man."

Meta glared at him. "Just give me a straight answer."

"Impatient, are you?" He mumbled, fanning himself for a moment before sitting seiza style in front of the group and slamming his fan down on the ground. "My name is Shinkiro. I am merely a visiting performer. It is good to meet your acquaintance, O crabby Prince of Shadows."

Meta just stared at him. "Hello."

Shinkiro equally stared and sigh. "...tough crowd I see. You're a lot crankier than the Lady of Shadows described you."

"If I'm cranky it's only because you took forever with answering my question. And how do you know my sensei?"

"Anyone at the main base would know Z's little girl." He bluntly replied.

"Do you enjoy not giving straight answers? Whatever, so you are an Organization member then? Why are you here?"

"Does a member of the Organization need a reason to be on an organization ship?"

"I suppose not, but normally one does have a reason."

"...fantastic. Because I honestly don't remember why I came here."

"...How?"

"How does one forget something?"

Meta sighed. Talking to normal people was already a challenge, this is just even more of one. "Shinkiro, was it? What species are you? I've never seen anyone like you before."

"Glad you asked. I am what's known as a Chaogean." The three soldiers all looked at him questioningly.

"I don't think I've read about that one."

"I shouldn't be surprised you are confused, because not many people have apparently heard of us." Shinkiro uttered, tapping his head. "Tell me. If you were able to gain strength from your conviction, what would you think?"

Meta looked confused. "What do you mean by conviction?"

"Your conviction. Your belief. Your faith. Something you believe wholeheartedly and use as your drive for life."

"I get that, but what does that have to do with my question? I asked about Chaogeans."

"It has very much to do with us Chaogeans. Our powers come from our convictions."

"So, every Chaogean has a unique ability then?"

"Exactly."

"What's yours then?"

Shinkiro grinned. "My conviction is..." He paused, likely for dramatic effect. "The world is a stage, and the people are its actors!"

Meta however was unimpressed. "Meaning?"

"Do you really want to know?" The man uttered.

"I have a vague feeling that you will regardless of what I say."

Shinkiro, however, looked dead serious as he said that. Meta sighed.

"Just tell me please. I'm tired of not receiving a straight answer."

"It's easier to show you." A strange marking then began to appear on his eyes. "I, Shinkiro, command you to reveal at least 5 of your secrets!"

Meta didn't say anything, confused as to what was happening. Vul on the other hand... "I actually like the taste of fried chicken, I'm afraid of heights, I don't know how to tie shoes, I'm allergic to garlic, and I once blew up a shed with a makeshift pipe bomb."

Seeing this, Shinkiro explained. "I can force anyone who makes direct eye contact with me to follow any order I give them."

"I see...Why didn't it work on me then?" Meta asked, patting the back of an extremely embarrassed Vul.

"Perhaps your conviction is somehow stronger than mine." He then scratched his head. "Though that's strange. Usually, it would appear as a suggestion then."

"It did. I hear a voice suggesting I do it, but I didn't have the inclination to actually do it." Meta said then he looked at Crate. "What about you?"

"Oh me? I blinked when it happened, so I guess I'm just unaffected by it."

"Perhaps."

"No, your little big dog friend is right. Eye contact is a necessity for my power to work."

"Is that so? That seems a bit like an oversight." The puff uttered.

"HA! Excellent wordplay young, crabby prince of Shadows."

The youth stared in confusion at those words.

"You said oversight and his ability relies on sight." Vul whispered so only Meta could hear.

"Oh, I see." He whispered back.

"Yes, it is an oversight, but like how an actor can have a wardrobe malfunction, not everything can be controlled all the time."

"Yeah..." Meta knew that feeling too well.

"But it's fine, for an actor can get through anything with effort." He then laughed, making Meta internally question if all members of the Organization were this eccentric. The images of his mentor flashed through his head, making him come to a definitive answer to that question.

"...of course they all are." He thought.

"So... what is my conviction?" Meta asked.

"That's something for you to figure out on your own. But a word of advice, what you seek may not be too far away from you."

"...I see..." The youth uttered.

"Well, it was nice meeting you crabby prince. Till we meet again!" Shinkiro said, dramatically hopping away on one foot.

"...well, that was weird." Vul said after the man was out of sight.

"Weird is normal around here." Meta said under his breath.

"Well, where to now?" The bird then asked.

"Crate, have you been shown where the armory is?"

"No, I would like to see it."

Meta nodded. "I'm surprised you haven't yet. It was one of the first places sensei showed me."

"Well, the ship was quite busy at the time I joined, so I didn't get to see it."

"I suppose that makes sense. How about you, Vul? Have you been there?"

"Briefly. I didn't stay for too long because I thought it would be better to have a proper guide in there. As for why sensei didn't show me, she apparently had something more important to worry about."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

Vul then paused. "If you don't mind me asking, what was the important thing?"

"Me. She was helping me cope with watching allies die in front of me."

Both his allies stared in shock.

"Hm? What's wrong?" Meta asked.

"Are... you serious...?" Vul uttered.

"Serious about what? Me watching my comrades die?"

"Yes, did that actually happen?"

"Do I seem the type to lie about something like that?"

"No! Just... it feels unbelievable..."

"It's probably also because there were no reported casualties on the mission a few months ago."

"Well, it happened. And what do you mean unbelievable? We're soldiers, death is common in this profession. I learned that the hard way."

"How did it happen if there was no report of it?"

"Not everything gets reported. Especially when it happened with another divisions crew. The updates you get here publicly only relate to combat division personnel. Full details are for the captain and vice captain as well as those involved only."

Both Vul and Crate seemed to jump back a bit at that somewhat angry reply.

"Now come on. We have an armory to look at."

The duo looked at each other before following along.

---------

As they walked along, one of the allies spoke up again.

"So can you tell us what happened?" Crate asked.

"I can."

"Will you then?"

"No." He replied quickly.

"Better just drop the subject, Crate." Vul whispered to her.

She silently nodded. "Well, what would you like to talk about?"

"Literally anything else."

The duo seemed to sigh at that.

"Then how about you decide on the subject. You need to learn to socially interact, right?" Vul said.

"I don't need to learn, I need to get better. But fine. Vul, what weapons do you like?"

"Same idea, mate. As for my preferred weapons, it's the crossbow."

"Anything else?"

"Anything with range, honestly."

Meta nodded. "Why a crossbow specifically?"

"It just feels a lot more accurate and faster to use than a bow and arrow."

"True, on average crossbows are far superior, especially in a one-on-one scenario. Though that's not to say normal bows don't have advantages. With crossbows you can only fire one arrow at a time. Regular bows can fire potentially up to five, maybe even more arrows at a time. Which in turn makes them slightly better for dealing with a crowd."

The bird chuckled. "You know a lot for someone so obsessed with swords. But yes, I can use both if needed."

"I'm interested in all types of weapons. Swords are just my favorite. Do you have any method of fighting up close?"

"Fists and using a knife."

Meta nodded. "That's good. What kind of knife? I can give you recommendations if you want to try a new type."

"A standard army knife. Any recommendations would be great."

"For you, I suggest a Barong Machete. They cover a good distance and are good for wood cutting as well as cutting down foes. Multipurpose."

"I see. I'll have to look into getting one."

Meta nodded. "Crate, what about you?"

"Oh, I don't use weapons. My fists are strong enough."

Meta frowned. "Bad idea. Fighting hard to hand fine. But you should look into wearing gauntlets. It'll increase your damage output and keep your fists guarded."

"I see... can you help me pick those out?"

"Of course."

Crate smiled. "Thank you."

"What about you?" Vul asked.

"I can use spears, staffs, axes, bows, gauntlets. Practically any standard issue weapon. It's when we get to more...unique weapons where my expertise is more limited. Items like fans or nunchaku, I can use them but not as well as more standard weapons."

"And swords?" The bird asked with a grin.

"That goes without saying." He grinned back.

"Come to think of it, why do you love swords so much?"

"They are straight forward. With other weapons there's various factors that go into using them. Not with swords though. Regardless of type, all swords follow the same principle. Stab and pierce. No fancy gimmicks, no immediate advantage or disadvantage. Just a simple blade, and it's up to the user to use it to its full potential. A sword is malleable, fitting for almost any scenario. Much like a Star Warrior."

Vul blinked. "Wow, I didn't know swords were that variable."

"Of course. Regardless of the Era, intelligent civilizations have always used swords."

"And here I thought it was because sensei used them." Crate uttered.

"No. Even before I met her, I liked swords. I was already accustomed to them, even if all I had were rusty swords I took from the bodies of thieves that tried to kill me. A sword was a sword."

"I see. I just thought you did with how much you seemed to respect her."

"No. I respect her greatly that much is true. But I'm me, not her."

"Of course. Now, what do you like about her?"

"That's an odd question, considering I expressed my admiration for her earlier. But I like mostly everything about her."

"Ah... my mistake. Is there anything you don't like about her?"

"Not particularly. It annoys me when she picks on me, but I don't necessarily dislike it either."

"Why don't you dislike it?"

"Because it comes from a place of concern. She cares about me, I know she messes with me because she cares. I might get annoyed at her, but it never goes beyond annoyance."

Crate was silent.

"Anyway, we're here." Meta announced.

"Meta, what's in that room over there?" Vul asked.

"Hm? Oh, that's the ship's reactor. The door is password protected."

"I assume only the Bukisets, the captain, and vice captain know?" The bird then asked.

"Pretty much."

"I understand the captain and vice captain, but why the Bukisets?" Crate asked.

"They do maintenance." Meta said as if it was common knowledge, which it was supposed to be.

"I see."

"I bet the captain told you at point. What is it?" Vul asked.

"I don't know." Meta said seriously.

"Really, I would of thought that she would tell you."

The puff shrugged. "It is what it is." He then replied, keeping his knowledge to himself. He found it amusing. "Now come on, let's look inside the armory now." The group nodded and entered it.

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Upon entering the room, the duo noticed one thing about the room.

"It's hot." Vul stated, sweating like a turkey in summer.

"There's a giant furnace in here. We make our own weapons, so of course it'll be hot. Don't worry, we won't be here long."

"Good..." Crate panted.

"Now get looking. The sooner you see everything the sooner you can leave."

They nodded and began to walk around.

"There's so many weapons. I know we're the combat division, but still..." Vul commented at his surroundings.

"Yeah, I was surprised at first as well." The puff replied.

"Can we leave now?" Crate asked.

"If you're done looking, yes."

"I am. Can we go? I can feel my sweat having sweat of its own."

"Ok, then we can leave."

The moment those words left the puff's mouth, both of his friends practically sprinted to the door, making him stare at them in confusion.

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After everyone left as fast as possible, the puff heard another voice.

"Hey, Meta, I've noticed something." Vul said.

"What is it?"

"For someone who's not much of a talker, you sure are good at leading others."

"Really?" The puff asked.

"Yeah, I mean you're getting us to do everything you say right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."

"Will you be taking over this division in the future?" Crate asked.

"I don't know. I'd rather focus on the me of now instead of the me of then."

"Well, if people are calling ya the Prince of Shadows, wouldn't that be the case?" Vul questioned.

"No? I don't see what a nickname I had no say in having has to do with anything. She was called the lady of shadows before she became a captain. Titles are just titles, nothing more."

"It implies you're her successor."

"No, it doesn't. If I end up being her successor, it's because I choose to be, not because people expect me to become her successor. I'm my own person. I decide what I want for myself."

"Then would you want to be her successor?"

"I just said I don't know. I'm young. I have a lot to learn before I consider taking her position.

"I see..." Vul uttered.

"What about you Vul? Do you know what you want to do?"

"I thought about being a captain once in a while, but I think you're much better at that."

"Perhaps. But Captain Vul has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

The bird hummed upon hearing that. "Yeah... yeah... that sounds good."

"What about you, Crate?"

"Oh, I haven't figured that out yet!" She replied nervously.

"That's fine. There's no need to be nervous about it."

"Are you the same way, Meta?"

"Again, I already said I don't know what I want. I still have a lot to learn about the universe."

"Have you talked to sensei about it?"

"Of course I have. She told me literally what I've been telling you two. I have my whole life to figure out what I want."

The duo nodded.

"So, what about relationships?" Crate suddenly asked.

"What about them?"

"Do you have anyone you're interested in?"

"In what way?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Vul said bluntly, making Crate blush.

"I have female friends. yes. I don't see why that matters."

The bird laughed. "You are so naive... are you dating a girl?"

"No."

"...really? Not even that cotton candy friend of yours?"

"She's my friend, nothing else to it."

The bird grinned. "Are you suuureeee?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't seem like it." He chuckled.

"You can think whatever you want."

"I think that he is that oblivious..." Crate whispered.

"No kidding." Vul whispered back.

The puff looked confused. "Well, whatever. What about you, Vul?"

"Admittedly, I'm not too interested." The bird shrugged.

"Fine. You Crate?"

"...nope."

"You sure? You hesitated a little, not even Meta did that."

"I don't have one!"

"Yeesh, not even Meta was that defensive. There's definitely someone now."

"You're just imagining things!"

"That's enough, both of you." Meta commanded.

Both of them became quiet.

"Good. Now Crate, where else haven't you been?"

"How about you just take me to a place you like?"

Meta sighed and shook his head. "Fine. Follow me."

The duo nodded and followed after him.

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They came to a very narrow hallway and a closed, blocked off passageway.

"Meta, what is this place?" Crate asked as they arrived.

"The airlock." He answered simply.

"What's the airlock?"

Meta and Vul both looked at her with a confused expression.

"The airlock. It locks the air. It keeps us from being sucked out into space. All massive space battleships have one."

"I see. So, if this opens, then we'll get sucked out into space?"

"Not exactly. Behind this door is a bigger glass door. If that opens, then we'll get sucked out."

"Have you ever been beyond that door?"

"No, because then there's just outer space."

"Really? You think Kurabe would have you do some training there."

"No? There's no gravity out there. That would be counterproductive to the weights I wear during training. Plus, while I can breathe in space, not everyone can. Sensei treats everyone fairly. Sensei might put us through intense training, but she's not a savage. She would never put someone in a scenario where they could die just for training."

"...debatable." Vul grumbled.

"Have you been put in a deadly scenario while training?"

"Well, no."

"Then it's not debatable."

"You sure, though? She can be a drill sergeant with her training." Crate said.

"I said she's not a savage. She has never crippled anyone or gotten someone gravely injured during training. Being a drill sergeant is normal behavior for a drill sergeant. Because that's what she is."

"Are you sure she hasn't crippled anyone?"

"Yes. I've been here longer than both of you. I'm friends with someone who has been here longer than me. We both know that no one has ever gotten crippled by her. You can even check sensei's public record. It'll say the same thing." He then cleared his throat. "We're getting off topic. I took us here for a reason."

"Why's that?"

"Because look out the window. The view outside is beautiful."

Both Vul and Crate turned to the window and the youth was indeed right about that.

"I like to come here and watch the stars move by."

"I can see why. The view is beautiful." Vul uttered.

Meta nodded. "Vul. Do you think I've gotten better with talking?"

The bird chuckled. "If you ask me, I think you made a bit of progress today. But don't get frustrated if you think you're going too slowly. Just keep at it."

"Right. If anything, that strange man from earlier was good for talking practice."

"Yeah. Especially if you're gonna deal with all kinds of nuts in the Organization."

"I have a feeling I'll be dealing with nut jobs no matter what happens in my life." With that said, Meta turned away. "I'm getting tired. I think I'll call it a day."

"Fair enough, I'm pretty sure dealing with that Cha... whatever drained you enough." Vul laughed.

"I trained for eight hours. So yes, I'm fairly drained." He said with a smile.

"I'll see you two later then."

"Yeah, see ya later. Meta. Hope you have a good rest." The bird replied as their dog friend waved as well. With a smile, the puff returned to his room to rest.

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Toyhouse Page for Shinkiro

#kirby fanfic #granessex chronicles #meta knight #captain vul #shinkiro kirby #art of rikka

[ryqoshay]

Putting on Hairs - Post Production: Spooky Scary Skele... ninjas?

Primary Pairing: AiRina Also Starring: Yuu Words: 463 Rating: G AU: Theater, Monsters Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Prompt: Broke Content Warning: Skeleton fun

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 15th

Summary: Yuu has another idea for doppelgänger Ai

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“Ne, Ai-chan!” Yuu hurried up to the blonde woman. “Setsuna-chan and Ayumu and me were watching a ninja show last night and it got me thinking. Instead of a knight, could your skeleton form be a ninja?”

It had been a few days since Ai’s shapeshifting pun-fest at the Kousaka Café, but it had been well received. As a result, several employees, Yuu in particular, started requesting Ai to take various forms. And if there was one thing Ai enjoyed as much as puns, it was showing off her skills as a doppelgänger.

“Ai think Ai can do that.” Ai confirmed, as her body began to change.

“That’s. So. Cool!” Yuu practically squealed.

Rina had to agree as she looked over the girlfriend. Ai had gone all out with the stereotypical hood, mask, tunic and trousers of a ninja. But the state of the outfit she had created was in tatters, exposing the skeletal form below, which really sold the idea.

“Although don’t ninjas usually have cool swords?” Yuu inquired.

“Ai got that covered.”

Ai reached through one of the larger holes in her tunic and broke off a rib. As she drew the bone out, it shifted in size and shape to roughly resemble a ninjato. For dramatic effect, Ai swung the sword in several swift swipes.

“Miyashita-san?” A young woman asked, rounding the corner. Rina recognized her as one of the new members of the corps de ballet but couldn’t readily recall her name. “Director Konoe is looking for you.”

“Oh, I guess break’s over.” Ai said, shifting back to her human form. “Catch you next break, Rinari.” She said, leaning down to peck a quick kiss. “See ya later, Yuyu!” She waved as she practically ran down the hall toward the stage.

“Thank you, Yuu-san.” Rina spoke.

“Mm?” Yuu tilted her head with curiosity.

“Ai-san has really been enjoying being challenged with your suggestions of forms to take.”

Yuu smiled. “I’m glad to hear that I’m not the only one having fun.”

“Mm.” Rina nodded. “She has even been asking me to make more suggestions at home so she can practice new techniques, anticipate some of Yuu-san’s suggestions, as well as boost her endurance.”

“Endurance?”

“Shapeshifting takes a lot of energy.”

“Oh, I hope I’m not…”

Rina shook her head. “Ai-san sees it as a fun way to increase her skills, which will allow her to perform more parts in future productions. She and I would both like you to continue.”

“Alright, I can do that.” Yuu went back to smiling. “Oh, I’ll bet Setsuna-chan would have some cool ideas as well. I’ll ask her on her next break.”

Rina nodded in approval and the two young women went back to their duties to await the next break in rehearsals.

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Author's Note Continued: I've written several of the girls in this AU as being neutral about their monster type, disliking it, and some actively hating it. It's nice to take a break and write someone like Ai who I think would love being a doppelgänger. Especially when she can compliment it with her puns, as she did in the prior chapter on this topic.

Also, Bone was the '21 prompt, and Ninja was from '22.

#AiRina #Miyashita Ai #Tennoji Rina #Takasaki Yuu #Putting on Hairs #Love Live Nijigasaki #fanfic #Promptober 2023

[risingsouls]

Daku knew that the samurai was extremely delusional, and wasn’t a true samurai. An honorable samurai would not attack people to prove themselves and follow their code. With all the atrocities that he has seen so far from the fight, she had no right to call herself a samurai, nor does she have any honor. “Lie all you want but I still remember that day from when I was just a child. All the screams and cries for help. Your blood shall soak the soil of this land.”

The ninja has been preparing for this moment for years, for when he would finally confront the person who murdered his whole family. He made sure that he had his own protector which was a dragon he helped that owed him a life debt. Swinging his ninjato across his body and shifting his way into a fighting stance, his eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong ‘ samurai’ can’t take what you are dishing out?” He knew that the other fighter must be amused but he did not care because Vegeta was not his opponent. “You killed my father.Prepare to die.”

Vegeta stepped back, ready to watch the two engage in battle. He didn't really care for the drama, and he doubted the fight would really amount to much in the realm of excitement. But somehow he got roped into it so a stubborn, perhaps stupid part of him wanted to see it to whatever inane conclusion this tale would find.

#.:ask:. #// vegeta ♅

[bornasawarrior]

Allison Argent born on January 31, 1994 is the daughter of Chris Argent and Victoria Argent, the niece of Kate Argent, the granddaughter of Gerard Argent, and a descendant of Marie-Jeanne Valet and Henri Argent. Despite being descended from a long line of prolific French Werewolf Hunters, Allison was unaware of her legacy as a member of the Argent Family until shortly after her seventeenth birthday, when her aunt Kate introduced her to the world of the supernatural. Though she was originally resistant to her heritage, Allison finally began to seriously train in combat and the use of a multitude of weapons during her sophomore and junior year at Beacon Hills High School, where she found that she had a natural affinity for the craft. After the death of her mother Victoria, Allison, as the sole remaining woman in the family, became the head of the Argent Hunter clan due to their family's tradition of matriarchal leadership. However, unlike the female Argent leaders who came before her, Allison belonged to a Werewolf pack, and encouraged her father to join her in changing their Code by abandoning the concept of hunting all supernaturals and instead protecting all innocents, whether human or supernatural, from anyone of any species who mean to do them harm. She lived by their new Code, "We protect those who cannot protect themselves," until the end of the third season, when she was fatally stabbed by an Oni's sword during a battle in Insatiable, though she saved the lives of her friends with her sacrifice. Even after her death, her presence continues to live on in her pack, as they continue to fight by her Code. Fifteen years following her death, Scott, Lydia and Malia Tate gathered some of the land where Allison died as well as the Oni Ninjato that took her life and placed them above the Nemeton. The ancient tree restored Allison's physical body and successfully brought her back to life. However, she initially did not recognize neither her father nor her packmates, especially Scott. This state allowed her to be easily influenced by the recently-freed Nogitsune, who decided to use Allison as the perfect weapon to annihilate Scott, the other McCall Pack members and their allies. Fortunately, Scott slowly managed to remind her of her previous life and it was only Lydia's Banshee scream that allowed all of her memories of her loved ones to return to her mind. She then witnessed the Nogitsune be overpowered and incinerated to death along with Derek, who sacrificed himself to ensure the creature was slayed once and for all. She attended the memorial service organized to honor Derek's memory. She is a member of the McCall Pack. She is best friends with Lydia Martin, who is her sister-in-arms and who is often described as being the Stiles to Allison's Scott. She is also a member and matriarch of the Argent Family, and was a junior at Beacon Hills High School at the time of her death. Allison is a very loyal, independent, and strong-willed woman. After she first moved to Beacon Hills and was trapped in the high school by Peter Hale, she expressed her embarrassment and frustration at how weak and powerless she felt to her aunt Kate before vowing to dedicate herself to becoming more powerful. From then on, Allison was determined to learn everything that her father could teach her about being a Hunter so that she could always feel confident in her ability to take care of herself.

🔗 Back from death, no 24/7, eng/ger but german is preferred

#allison argent #teen wolf #userfakevz #No24/7 #single like a Pringle

[fancoloredglasses]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Who knew this concept would be successful?)

(Thanks to TMNTPedia)

[All images are owned by Mirage Studios and Nickelodeon. Please don’t sue me] 

Depending on your age, what you think of when hearing the letters “TMNT” could range from this...

...to this.

(Thanks to Fandango)

(and I am SO sorry if the latter is the case for you)

Now, I will not be reviewing Michael bay’s destruction of my youth (gods, you already destroyed Transformers! LEAVE MY CHILDHOOD ALONE!) or the various series by Nickelodeon (never saw them, sorry), but rather exploring TMNT’s origins back to the mid-80s.

Now, I wasn’t on the ground floor for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, as the series was already a couple of years old be the time I’d heard of it (too bad, a copy of the first printing of the first issue is worth of $15 thousand!), and even then I thought the concept was ridiculous! I mean, 4 giant turtles who were ninja and named after famous painters?!

Then I read the comic and was hooked.

Kevin Eastman and Brian Laird had made a silly concept and turned it into something epic (and definitely not for kids, as the turtles didn’t pull punches!)

Now, depending on what version you grew up with, the origin varies. Therefore, here’s the original origin, and why it’s never been fully duplicated...

The part that never changes is the turtles and their master (a rat named Splinter, more on him later) were covered by a mutagenic ooze that evolved them physically and mentally. But the part that was removed was it’s ties to a certain Marvelous hero...

(Thanks to comicbook.com)

Observant fans will recognize this as the origin of Daredevil. I’m not certain why Marvel’s lawyers didn’t descend on Eastman and Laird within an hour of issue 1 hitting comic shops! In any event, for obvious reasons this bit is never mentioned again.

As for Splinter, in the comic he was a rat who mimicked the actions of his owner, a ninja named Hamato Yoshi. In doing so, he mastered the art of ninjitsu (hey, stranger origins have happened!) When Splinter rescued the turtles from the mutagen (or, as the comic and future versions called it, “ooze”), he also gained size and intelligence. When the turtles had evolved enough to walk on two legs and speak, Splinter taught them ninjitsu (or at least the moves. It’s unclear how much of the meditative aspects of martial arts he picked up). I have no idea why they needed to wear the masks. It’s not like they’ll be mistaken for all the other 5 foot tall bipedal turtles in New York.

As to how Splinter wound up in the sewer to rescue the turtles, it was revenge. Yoshi was disgraced and exiled from his clan, the Foot (another jab at Marvel and Daredevil, who deals with a ninja clan known as “The Hand”) after killing his rival, Oroku Naji, while defending his wife from Naji. Years later he would get a visit from Naji’s brother...

(Thanks again to TMNTPedia)

...Oroku Saki (now the head of the Foot clan and going by the name “Shredder”), who murders Yoshi. One other deviation the comic has to every other version of the franchise...

(Thanks to The Brotherhood of Evil Geeks)

...SHREDDER IS KILLED IN ISSUE 1!

The turtles are, of course...

Leonardo The leader of the group and devoted disciple of Splinter, wielding twin katanas (though a katana is a samurai weapon. Leo should be wielding a pair of ninjato)

Donatello The awkward tech expert, Don (or Donny in some interpretations) wields a bo staff

Michaelangelo Mike (or Mikey is some interpretations) is often characterized as almost a stoner, but in the comics he was simply the more free-spirited of the bunch and the most likely to want to goof off. He wields a pair of nunchucks.

Raphael Raph is the loose cannon of the group, most likely to not follow Leo’s lead or go it alone. He wields a pair of Sai.

There are, of course, other members of the comic (such as April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Baxter Stockman, and the aliens with the brains in their stomachs (yes, there are more than one in the original comic)), but they’re not central to the story.

Now, a concept as bonkers and successful as TMNT is bound to get a few imitators, and none were more notorious than...

(Thanks to MyComicShop)

...and I know nothing about the series other than the title.

A few years later, The Boys in Green would hit the big time and an image upgrade (no doubt so they could sell more toys) by getting different color masks.

(Thanks to Jopz Valentine Frani)

And immediately you can see the changes that were made for the kids in addition to the marketable makeover: Hamato Yoshi became Splinter (at least we know they’ll learn meditation) and the Shredder (who became Hamato Yoshi’s rival, with Naji written out of the origin) was never killed, becoming the turtles’ main nemesis. This is also where the turtles got their love of pizza.

And we know these days, it a TV show is successful enough, someone will want to make a movie out of it.

(Thanks to Michael Unwin)

The first movie did a decent job of folding the comic into the cartoon. The marketable outfits were there, but there was a bit of PG edginess to it. The second...ehhhhhhhhhh, not so much. And don’t get me started on the third!

As always, if anyone would like a review of an episode (or film), let me know!

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #leonardo #donatello #michealangelo #raphael #master splinter #the shredder #Fan Colored Glasses

[turbobyakuren]

🖊 Gasha

Gasha Lore 101 HERE!

On Gashadokuro's fighting style:

Each Gasha has her own way to fight. Some will be ranged type of fighters, other will prefer up-close combat. Some will be excellent assassins who execute targets without being even noticed, others will prefer a flashy fight. It's all up to the Weapon's comfort zone and abilities.

Assassin-type fighters have more advantages with Gashadokuro's "lurk" power. Gashadokuro can follow a target without being noticed in any way whatsoever so long she is above the target (or at least not on the same "ground level") and the target doesn't look up. The most excellent at this are Naginata Gasha (who has defined her own fighting style as "ambush predator"), Ninjato Gasha and Sniper Rifle Gasha.

Naginata in particular love to use the "lurk" power to reinforce dread in the target's mind. It's all about the message you send, she thinks. She's a bit poetic like this and she likes to take her time and not do anything too reckless right away. It's better.

Combined with Akira's illusions and mastery in messing with her targets' mind? It is a perfect duo.

As for other fighting situations, let's just say Gashadokuro is a swiss-army woman who has a technique for every little situation. Great improvisation if she is given enough time to react.

#asks #elcuervoborracho #my ocs #gashadokuro #magimonsters

[avrablake]

Happy WBW! In your world, what's something everyone is expected to own? i.e. a horse, a landline phone, a computer, an exceedingly fashionable hat?

Hi Anon! Thanks so much for the ask!

I can't think of anything specific that everyone is expected to own. Though my world original and not our world, it's very similar in many ways. Technological advancement is fairly similar. They have running water, computers, and even the equivalent of smart phones–though theirs can do a few things ours can't.

However not everyone has the same access to these things. In the Military capital most people would own a phone and/or computer. It would be a surprise if someone didn't. Outside the capital it's more rare for people to own a phone but most communities have public computer access.

In the Wilds and Syndicate territories few people would have phones because there aren't very many places that can get a signal. The Syndicate primarily uses radios and messengers for communication.

But your question was about what most people are expected to have.

All Military soldiers carry a gun regardless of their ability. Unlike the Syndicate, whose members train more in hand-to-hand combat. Syndicate fighters would be expected to carry the standard short sword (similar in style to a Japanese ninjato)

Otherwise what people own really depends on where they live and what their situation is.

#wbw #worldbuilding wednesday #sorry to ramble #thanks for the ask! #beyond the darkness #btd worldbuilding

[chevvy-yates]

🐬 for hizumi, 🗣 for ryder, and 🌀 for vijay! <3

🐬: If your muse/OC had to travel over water, what three items would they bring?

This is a funny question. Hizumi has traveled over water already lots. They are always traveling between the US and Japan to see their parents and bring them some money. So yeah, the three things they always bring:

– their katana and ninjato – their samurai/oni mask – Japanese/American candy for firends/family.

🗣: Is your muse/OC talkative or quiet? Or does it depend on who they are speaking with?

It really just depend on who he's speaking with in the first place. In general Ryder is pretty talkative, but he has times when he's also very quiet. If he doesn't want to talk, better leave him be or it gets worse. He's got a hot temper as well.

🌀: Does your muse/OC believe in the paranormal? Why or why not?

Oh yeah, he definitely does. He's into hunting urban legends ever since he lived with that gang in Portland. There are a few cryptits of Night City that are worth to peak into (most of the time they turn out as cyberpsychos tho). Once he stuck his nose too far into one legend called 'The Golden Demon of Kabuki'. Result: he's got Arki stuck on him now. :P

So yeah, he also believes in the paranormal. He's a lot more into Japanese folkore mythical creatures and yokai. Most of these Japanese ghosts look either funny or super grotesque to him and have incredibly amazing stories behind their existence. Hizumi told him a lot about their cultures believes and knows lots of stories as well. Once in a while the team does some kind of horror evenings, only that they don't watch trash movies but instead let Hizumi tell something (if they feel like telling bc always tired to do anything at all that has nothing to do with killing Tygers).

#oc asks #about: hizumi chigasaki #about: ryder von scharfenberg #about: vijay steyr #thank you @miss--river <3 #yeah I made banners now #going to use these from now on for asks #hopefully attracts scrollers a bit more

[coolattasclown]

how mystic powers work in space au:

Mystic powers can only be harnessed through technology, and its quite dangerous to be around all the time in its natural form. Its not really known what mystic power is, it can behave like a solid, liquid, plasma, etc. some speculate its alive somehow. It’s mainly used for space travel, creating portals across the universe or speeding up time to travel faster, maybe creating a shield around spaceships and colonies. Mystic weapons are not common, but people like Draxum have been experimenting with them. Here are everyones mystic weapons and powers (also if i get the names of the weapons wrong I’m sorry, I did some research before going into this but obviously I’ll get something wrong im no expert lol)

Leo: portals. duh. Similar to his usual stuff, it just fits I cant change it :( he has 2 ninjato swords.

Mikey: Mikey can speed up/slow down time. I liked the whole time portal thing he’s got going on in the movie but its a little similar to leo’s powers so i changed it a bit. he can swing his nunchucks so that it looks like a clock yknow??? clockwise or counterclockwise to speed up or slow down time respectively. I also. wanted funny nunchucks. bc i didnt know how to fit the yoyo into the theme of weapons/clock motif.

Raph: I was thinking forcefield type powers? Like he’s able to create some around his fists and tonfa for maximum punch damage. Also, very protective of brothers. so it fits B)

Donnie: Donnie is hard to think of cus in the show he doesn’t really use mystic weapons??? and in the movie its just. not really that interesting to me??? So in this au he mainly uses his mystic weapon for energy, taking a bit of the power from his kamayari and putting it into other machines to power them. This may make some machines sentient but im sure its fineee.

April: I think at the end of the show April has some mystic powers??? Anyways in this au I’m not sure she would have one. Maybe April would find one :0 anyways if she did get mystic powers they would b very energetic, probably some lightning type things that shoot out from her weapon. Maybe a crossbow. idk.

If they overuse their powers they could possibly risk killing/destroying the mystic powers in their weapons, which would be kinda bad :( The amount of mystic power influences the strength/cooldown time of a ship/weapon. so if you have an engine filled with mystic power and you try portal hopping away from danger, you’re probably fine. But if Leo tried opening a portal the size of a spaceship with relatively little mystic power in his sword, he would probably damage it pretty bad.

ALSO ALSO. The krang do this cool thing in the movie where they kinda take the tetles mystic powers somehow and that will definitely be expanded upon. The krang and mystic power probably originated on the same planet, and the krang learned to harvest it more effectively and quickly than any other creature. this lead to a boom in their technology and allowed them to conquer other places so quickly, but in the process they spread mystic power and now it’s all over the place.

if anyone has questions or want to add on pls dont b afraid to my brain is so full of space rn

#hehe space au go brrrr #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt in space #rottmnt #hehehehehehe #i love worldbuilding #so much