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Jojo awake with an upstart to the dreams, her eyes widening and soon closing once more after her body rose in such an upheaval way. In no other personal experience has she ever found herself like this one. She was lost, to put it frankly without any real general direction to go from. Her eyes peering and looking around the entire area with a calm association of which she moved forwards calmly, easily in doing so as her eyes scanned, and soon enough found water. That was the grace of the moment at least. Her body going towards it slowly before cupping her hands into it and bringing the water up. She so needed water to drink yet as she brought it up, her eyes went wide, and a sure fire growl came out of her lips before dropping the water with a splash. “So the water is festered with disease… There has to be a fresh body of water somewhere…”

Wary on her feet, she checked the current of the water she was just about to drink before looking up ahead, and from there she saw a small trickling pond. Heading upwards was the best option to gather her bearings as well, enough of bearing that she went on ahead, pushing past the fortitudes of the nature around her before coming a strait cliff face, the water having come from the place she awoke to here. However, the cliff face was that of a waterfall, and what’s more is the pot that exuded rank fumes from it. The fumes that smelled like the water downstream. Jojo connected the dots, putting two and two together before finally looking up the cliff face and sighing slightly more before shaking her head, “So that is where the disease is coming from. What else is wrong with this land?” Working her way up the cliff face was an easy task, putting and placing her feet in needed positions while her stave rested on her back.

Moving upwards with every step, an easy successive motion to climb higher on up as the challenges awaiting no doubt held a certain grace to them. She had no idea where she was, but with each climbing step up the cliff face, she hoped to gather that knowledge and use it to her advantage, or so that was the plan. There was a tinkering crumble sound, her speed increasing to get higher and once her hand was on the very edge of the cliff the sounds stopped. An eerie silence, nothing in the slightest to be heard. Yet as she tried to pull herself up, a large cracking sound was passive in the air and then a plop. The very edge she gripped snapped instantly, and being so high up she screamed. If she weren’t saved from the bad fall, no doubt her HP would drop significantly down the line.

Notes ╡ Drop...
Word Count ╡ 482

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Ryuu knelt on the floor, touching his fingertips to the floor. The tracks that he was following were fresh. He was part of the advance party, to scout out the area, but it seemed like someone wanted to go ahead of them. This was a problem, since there were many unknowns about this situation. In this particular advance party, he was the quickest of them all. He looked at his other companions who were setting up camp. “I’ll be following these tracks. They lead deeper into uncharted territory, so I’ll go follow them. Tychus should be able to track us. I’ll contact you if anything changes. I’ll see you later,” he said. Ryuu grabbed a few canteens. He didn’t know how far ahead this person was, but he did think it necessary that he was prepared for a long journey. He was unsure if this person was, but it was never too safe to be prepared.

He made sure he had all his gear and he proceeded forward. He activated his Eagle Track. The path in front of him glowed orange, highlighting the footsteps were made within the hour. It seemed that these tracks were made only 15 minutes ago. This was good, because that meant that he’d be able to catch up. He set off with a burst of speed, stopping only to attack whatever was in his way.

The journey was rather uneventful. Nothing of too much importance was in view while he ran, until he saw that the tracks stopped. He noticed that the steps were becoming closer together. The person in front began walking slower and slower. He pondered for a moment why the person became increasingly slower, but then it dawned upon him that there was no water source nearby. So this person’s out of water… that means this person’s slowed down quite a bit. He should be nearby, he thought as he continued moving forward. He sped his pace up again, trying to catch up with the person who was ahead of him, but a blinking green dot began to blip on his radar and the name “Jojo Kaguya” was written underneath it. She’s here, by herself? Ryuu pushed against his feet as hard as he could. He hoped that his friend was not in trouble, but who knew what she was getting herself into. The tracks seemed to lead to where her blip was.

After what seemed like an eternity, the assassin saw the woman climbing her way up a cliff. He was relieved for a second, until she made a slip up and began to fall. Crap. Ryuu activated his Quick Draw on her, but instead of attacking with his blades, he caught her just in the nick of time, using the momentum of the skill to climb to the top of the cliff where she was attempting to get to. “Miss me beautiful?” he said with a smirk.

After they were at the top, Ryuu put her down and put his index and middle finger to his forehead and saluted to her. “Long time… I haven’t seen you since the boar hunt debacle” he said, as he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

“And... any chance we can talk about what happened that other time?" he asked her.

OOC NOTES: 552 words

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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Jojo had not expected the fall, the fall that had lead her own to slowly feel herself slipping and faltering underneath such a place. Her eyes looking forwards and to the utmost she smirked with a smile before that crashing fall came to her. However, there was something about this fall that was too quick, too fast, and too odd. The fact remained that Jojo found herself in quite the pickle that led to something quite unnatural to herself. Jojo breathed calmly, bringing a small thorough thought to herself before finally looking about and grinning as well. Such a timely favor led to her thinking lightly on these matters until she actually noticed what she was around, what she had landed upon in the center of this very unnatural selection of a barrier. This is something she at the utmost disliked with the largest favor as her eyes peered into those of the savior.

Jojo calmed herself, calmly edging in and out of her madness until she recognized the face, the name on her mini-map screen matching what she remembered of the boy in front of her. Jojo could not help but feel surprise in her expression with how this was especially different than any setting in the past. “It has indeed been quite some time, pervert.” She responded in a calm sense with her eyes watching and a giggle passing through her soft pink lips. The cherry sounded voice passing between them while the two landed softly to the ground, Jojo mused herself into looking at this person and gazing at him with her golden eyes and taking care not to ruin the moment completely before she smelled something more, ignoring that final question as she asked, “You have any water on you? I kind of ran out two days ago and need more.”

If one took time and care to notice, Jojo was wearing a different outfit this time. Still the same old cloth armor quality as usual until finally one notices the small alterations. Jojo was wearing it in colored black fashion. She only smiled though, the full body suit she wore was a cloth fashion with individual leggings and length of arm. Her tattoos fairly visible along her wrists and face but the straitjacket styled suit kept her covered fully. All her tattoos hiding all together, all the while Jojo only smiled some more before stepping away from him so to not be in hugging distance but arm distance itself was fine. “So about that water? Do you have any?” She could smell something fresh as well, something fresh in some manner or form that she just could not quite figure out that entire well. Perhaps that was just her way of understanding this situation.

Notes ╡ Water?
Word Count ╡ 459

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

He sighed at the name “pervert” but he still had a smile on his face. “of course… always at your service,” he mused. He took one of his extra canteens and handed it to her. He looked around and noticed no one was with her. This was a problem for him, as these were not normal parts of the world. This world had yet been explored and was much more dangerous than places closer to London. “Why are you all the way out here, alone?” he asked with a concerned look on his face. While he was happy to see a friend in these parts, he was also not as happy as he would be if it was in London. He was always concerned for his friends’ safety, and Jojo was no exception to it.

He probably wouldn’t get a satisfying answer, but at least now he was with her. After she made her response he would look towards where she was heading. “You’re looking for a fresh source of water right? The streams here are fuming with terrible gas… We can either go forward, or go back to the camp where they last settled down. We have plenty of food and water there, but I did bring a bit of food and water with me… enough for the both of us to last a few days. I’ll let you take the lead on this, since you’ve been out here longer than I have,” he said to her.

Before they left though, Ryuu had to ask. He stopped and waited for Jojo to turn back around towards him. “Don’t I get a kiss for saving you?” he asked slyly.

OOC NOTES: 279 words

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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Jojo quite easily understood his worry, even with the contempt he displayed at her nickname for him being ‘pervert.’ Indeed, the one nickname truly was not something she originally had hoped to utilize while her eyes peered at and continued to watch the person as she watched and soon found herself being under a question. This is when she truly could not reason as to why she was all alone out here. Was it because she was lost, or just out of her way, or some other reason. Jojo really did not know but of course she was about a week’s journey out from the other areas of the world. She remembered back in the boar attack, the boars and the tree beast all having attacked in such devastation that truly led to her wondering about all this in ways that Jojo could not believe the oddities about the strange land itself.

Then her mind came back from its fluttering clutter. Her eyes gazing and curiously peering at and wondering as she opened one of the canteens and drank heavily before responding. “I was out in the wild ever since I dropped that boy,” which reminded her to do something quickly as she deleted herself from the party she was a part of, “off at the hospital and since then I have just been walking. Found myself here after I ran out of food four days ago and water around two or so days ago. Quite the mystery why I haven’t died due to lack of nutrition if you ask me.” Jojo calmly replied with all of this as she moved thoroughly to a calmer point on the water, putting her hand in it and twirling. She then pointed up at the top of the cliff, “There is a spring up at the top there.

“The poison pot is in the water at the base of the cliff, it is the reason to the cliff being a falsehood. Now, if we have enough food for a few days, and this fresh water source, we can make camp up on the top there while using it as a base camp. I assume the base camp you came form is about half a day’s journey from here, but if we give them a message to scout the east side, we can cover the west.” She calmed herself with a smile, looking at him but then the smile slowly turned to a found when she was finding out his disappointment for not kissing him. “Consider me not kissing you as punishment for bringing me into a public restroom. I still remember that crime of yours and I won’t let you get in so close that that happens again.” Her eyes had a fire in them and she was not going to let it be doused any time soon.

Notes ╡ lots of talk
Word Count ╡ 475

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Jojo explained the situation to him. He was still concerned that she was out in the middle of nowhere, but even if he complained, whined, or told her off, she’d have ignored him anyways. Thus was the life of Ryuu, his advice ignored by beautiful girls. Well it wasn’t important. She now had someone to rely on if they were to get attacked. She brought up a good point and said that they could scout the west while the other group went to scout the east. He contacted the leader he put in charge of the camp and told him of the plans. He agreed to it and promised that they’d meet up in a few days at the midpoint. It seemed all was squared away with. After he finished his conversation with the other party, he exited the party and made a new one promptly inviting Jojo into it. After she would accept, stats appeared on his top right hand corner of his HUD. He looked up at the very top of the cliff and then looked down at the base of it. The poison was indeed odd. There was a fountain that was contaminating the water. If it was removed, they’d probably be able to restore the life that was around. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to remove the fountain, or even cure the poisonous water. He figured that it’d be best just to note it so that it could be dealt with by someone who could. These two were just the scouting party after all.

After his comment about the thank you kiss, she replied, saying that the embarrassing bathroom incident was something she could not easily forgive. “I swear, I didn’t have any ulterior motives other than to get you somewhere more secluded. I thought it’d be empty,” he frowned, making a pouty face. He paused, realizing what he just said. “I mean, I didn’t expect anything to happen in the restroom… I just wanted to bring you somewhere where you could continue screaming without bringing more attention to yourself,” he continued. He said, rambling on and on. Finally he stopped and controlled himself. “Well, at least it got you to stop, right?” he said with a smirk, “You gotta give me credit for that one.”

Ryuu then returned to his serious tone as they had a job to do. There was a time and place for jokes and teasing, but a mission was given and a mission was to be completed. The Assassin looked back at the cliff they had to climb and then looked at his companion. “Do you want to go first, in case you fall again?” he asked. There was no hint of teasing and no hint of snickering or laughter, it was rather serious. He didn’t want her to fall again, and if he was ahead and she fell, the Assassin wouldn’t be able to save her in time. It was the most logical way to go about, getting up to the top of the cliff with sustaining as little damage as possible.

OOC NOTES: 514 words

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Jojo sighed calmly, looking at the water and the poison it held while slowly moving her eyes to peer at him with a bit of discontent. That was the very thing she knew her eyes incredibly watched the boy with disgust as the voice he used went from one point to another in the points of whether or not one was truly being kind or perverse. Her eyes looking at him while understandably she did tease this individual enough with the pervert nickname but all of this only make it that much more intense. His voice saying there were no ulterior motives yet Jojo first heard that voice about a secluded place left her enough time to just wonder about it. She truly frowned with that and did not like that idea. “You did not want anything to happen in the restroom, but you still could have done something better you know?

“Such as take me outside, shut me up with something, or knock me out. A number of things you could have done to just keep me from screaming my head off.” Her face shaking side to side as her eyes peered with a calm look while taking into effect how exactly this would all play out if he did do any of those other things. More than likely she would not be calling him those nicknames so much. In any case Jojo sighed once more when hearing what he said, as she would admit to him, “Indeed that is true you did eventually quiet me down with that, however there are so many other things like those I listed before that could have been done better on many occasions.” Jojo looked up the cliff face, looking up with calm and steady eyes with which she eased up and happily smiled at the same time in a more gentle yet kind fashion.

The question arose however as to who would go up first with Jojo looking at the cliff and picturing the different foot holds with a simple mind and inner picture of just what all this happened. Jojo smiled and eased up with an easy mind as her eyes watched and her thoughtful mind peered and saw all the spots to climb upon. Sure enough she began to move upwards, heading up and along the way as she eased up and picked out the perfect handholds easy, “I’ll go first, since you have good reflexes I think you can catch me easier if I lose my footing.” She was easily trusting, but trust can easily lose itself time to time in the worlds around herself and many others. It was something to laugh about perhaps in the near future. That is to say if she ever found herself to enjoy his company in the near future as it were.

Notes ╡ First to go
Word Count ╡ 471

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Ryuu had no other excuses or responses to make. He hung his head low and apologized. “I’m sorry, it was the moment, and I wasn’t really thinking properly,” he said, fessing up to what had happened that day. He was getting lectured, he knew this, unfortunately, it was a mistake that he made and he could’ve done things differently. The shock factor alone made him want to get up and run away, but that would’ve made him a coward. But instead of fleeing in cowardice, he decided to take pick her up and bring her to the restroom. Men’s? Women’s? He’d never really know since he was too occupied with trying to escape from the bathroom with her yelling at him. In any case, the past was the past, and so he let go of the incident and would attempt to forget it, but he knew it’d be no good. There’d always be something that’d trigger the memory of that day.

It was time to climb to the top of the cliff, to find the fresh water spring. Jojo was to go first so that in the case that she slipped or fell, Ryuu would be able to catch her. While Ryuu was below her, he honestly had no lewd thoughts or attempts to grab a piece of meat on their way up, rather he was hoping to avoid it so he’d be able to be rid of the name “pervert”. Unfortunately, the green-haired muse decided to slip, and what other way than to prevent her from falling than to push her butt up. He was going to hear it, and he was going to hear it loud and clear. He was expecting the words to come from when his left hand made contact with her left butt cheek to when she finally regained her foothold and stance.

At this point, he didn’t even bother trying to argue about it. They made it to the top without incident, so whether she slipped on purpose or not was beyond him. When they got to the top, he didn’t bother making eye contact with the green-haired cleric. He looked at the ground, turning away from her as if she was too sacred to look at, or rather, he was fearful of what was about to come next. He felt shame, shame because he failed to be as chivalrous as he could, and instead, he had touched a woman without consent. “I’m sorry,” he’d mutter under his breath, trying to relieve his guilt and trying to hide away his shame. He was not going to get rid of his nickname any time soon, and he was sad about it.

OOC NOTES: 446 words

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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Jojo smiled evenly, her eyes looking for the best holds while climbing up, and with every hold she climbed a better and much steadier rhythm. Her eyes spotting until fully climbing up along the first half of the wall. That is when the trouble started as gravity was taking its toll on Jojo as she climbed up the wall easily enough with every foothold. She struggled, the struggle was enough of a bogging feeling as the grips were continuing to feel like they were getting further away with every step up the wall, her hands gripping the top once more, eyes watching as she knew that the time was coming, the time that she was going to fall again. Her right foot dug too deep into the wall, her hand reaching up as felt recoil, her body was at a steady pace until then but with the recoil action she was slipping, the grains of dust and dirt sliding her hand along.

A sufficient fall would await her, a fall easily giving her that decrease in health that she would have met with earlier if it was not for the pervert. Then again, she noticed something with the rush of air stopping. A warmth touching her butt’s left side as a small bubble of blush formed, almost like steam rising from that spot on up until finally her eyes widened and she looked down at him. She shuddered before getting a better hold and climbing again, her mind reeling because if she had done anything, then both of them would fall and that would be terrible in her eyes. Nonetheless, she eased her mind and continued on up the wall without restraint. Nearing the top, she felt the hands themselves move with much more ease before her eyes continued to watch with the normal correspondence to the way she climbed to the top point, sitting and waiting for him to come up.

Once Kumori was at the top, her eyes looking at him and yet she was blushing, her grace in its own way would be given to him. Coating her lips with a magic spell for herself and her friend, Reactive Heal would be acceptable to use for them both, and at the same time Kumori would not know she used that particular spell in this way. That at the least would keep her from being seen that his wellbeing was something she worried about. For now though, she would move to him and say, “Thank you for… saving me from that possible fall. Even if you did grab my butt…” She then looked at that downed expression, no doubt thanks would raise it up in time for her to kiss him lip to lip but it was not deep enough of a mood to last more than ten seconds nor for a slip of tongue. “So from here on I will call you Ero-sempai.” She smiled, a rank up in the pervert world yet a rank down in the moral committee no doubt.

Notes ╡ Kiss
Word Count ╡ 505
Spells Used ╡ Reactive Heal [-10%]

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 90%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

With his eyes cast down on the floor, he didn’t expect what was about to happen. She lifted his face up and she brought her warm lips to his. Ryuu’s eyes closed upon instinct, allowing his lips to caress the pair that belonged to the green-haired female in front of him. He didn’t expect this. Rather he expected a knee or kick into his jewels and looking at birdies dancing around his head. The kiss came to him as a surprise, something he still hadn’t understood about Jojo, and how easily she would place a kiss on another man’s lips, or at least his own. His eyes closed, basking in the warmth of touch and his face magnetized to hers as she began pulling away. He was forced to open his eyes to see why she broke it off. He looked at her with a tilted head and a bewildered look. “Uhh…” he started, somewhat speechless of the events that had transpired only a few seconds prior. He was questioning the reliability of his mind and whether what he thought had happened, had really happened. “Y-you’re welcome?” he said with uncertainty, and then the catch came soon after his response. “Wait…. What?!” he asked with surprise and hurt. “But, I didn’t intentionally grab your butt,” he pouted, trying to defend himself, knowing it would be useless to do so, “and you’re the one who kissed me!” he exclaimed. Still useless.

Right then, it was time to progress. Ryuu would take the lead and begin trekking the lands, looking for the spring that was spouting water out of it. Well spouting was an overstatement. The trickling was the key and if they could find the origin of the water source, they’d be able to set up key waypoints in order to hunt and work on the lands nearby. Noting the sources of water was important, as it would ensure the safe travels of many adventurers and landers alike. As Elder Tales had become reality, so was the need for water. It was like the real world, where the source of any fresh water was a commodity. It may not be as expensive or as limited as it would be in the real world, it was indeed still a necessity to live.

Ryuu would ascend the steep steps of the cliff, hopping over some rocks and stepping over some stones, occasionally helping Jojo across larger gaps that may have been difficult for her to jump by offering his hand to her so that she could use it as a support and catching her if the gaps were wider than his arm-length. Honestly, any more incidents would leave Ryuu without dignity or pride.

After traversing through the rough terrain, they finally made it to the source of the water. Ryuu went up to it and began using his dagger to clear away some of the rock to see if he could get more flow to come out. With the removal of just a few rocks, a steadier stream came about, and Ryuu began refilling the water canteen he had given to Jojo earlier. “Drink as much as you can… if we plan to travel any more today, we should drink as much as possible, or we can camp here, up to you,” he said to her.

OOC NOTES: 553 words

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Jojo giggled, smiling with a simple thought as she looked at the boy and only grinned more now, happy that she flustered him all to hell as payback for him flustering her all the time. It was enough for her at the least while they walked the beaten path to get to the spring, her lips drinking from the canteen handed to her earlier. It was fairly normal during such times as Jojo only smiled and figured most of this out as her eyes trailed along the ground and mapped out all of this in her mind and subtly figured out what could be and what could not be utilized in this manner. Her eyes following the trail and process while she eased up and followed from the trails even though she was no real tracker or pathfinder. In fact she was terrible at those things to be quite honest in reality and retrospect.

Jojo eased her mind, following and then watched the man sufficiently and with a calmer mindset she looked at him and eased her eyes, eased enough to pop her neck and steady her mind with watching him. The spring was just up ahead and after having cleared many obstacles to get there as well as obstacles to allow water to flow more. This was enough for her as she filled up her water canteen and drank readily, more and more gulps. Getting her fill was easy enough while she looked at the sun itself and nodded with a diligence, “Ero-sempai, I think it’d be best to make camp first here, before exploring out at the other areas. No doubt this will be the best choice of action as it is the best vantage point for us.” She explained with a calm sense, her eyes on the boy while steadying herself in a sense as she eased up her mental calculations.

Notes ╡ Camp
Word Count ╡ 314

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 90%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Ryuu nodded to the green-haired cleric when she said they should camp. While the name still bothered him, he decided that there was no point in arguing it. She would do that to tease him, like she’s been doing since they met, but it wasn’t all that bad. Spending time with her, the teasing and loss of dignity, it reminded him of what reality was. It wasn’t the world that he lived in that was reality, rather it was the relationships that he had with others. He understood, now, what to cherish, and it was not the life he lived but who he lived it with. His realization came silently, as he removed a tent from his pack and a sleeping bag. He only brought his personal set, but as like any gentleman, he’d give it to the girl. He stood and looked at his surroundings. Knowing that they had a water source, it was time to find a source for heat, at least while they were here. It would help fend off the creatures of the night, but Ryuu decided that he would make sure to keep watch as well.

“If you wish, you can come with me to get some supplies, or you can stay here and set up the tent,” he said. If she were to come along, he would have her collect the fire wood and tinder when needed. If not he would do the collecting of the firewood himself.

After it was collected, he would bring it back to the camp, set up the fire. If the tent was not set up yet either, Ryuu would do so after the fire was made and then he would sit down at the fire, opposite of Jojo.

“The tent is yours, I’ll sleep outside. Thankfully, I have two sleeping bags with me, but I’ll give you your privacy,” he said looking at her and offering her one of the sandwiches he brought along with him for the journey. “Also, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you…” he paused for a second, thinking of the right words to say. He looked into her eyes showing his intent. “I’m starting a guild. I want you to join me… I could use someone like you, by my side,” he said. Were these words of a love confession? Quite possibly, but to Ryuu, it was merely an invitation to something he started. It was an attempt to bring about the dreams of another player into a reality. He had first heard the idea of the guild when he was at the taverns. He expressed his interest and even added the person to his friend list. But that person disappeared. He couldn’t contact her nor did she show up when they proposed to start the guild. Ryuu decided he’d take the matters into his own hands, not letting a good idea and a dream though up from another person to be ruined. “The name of the guild is Aeryn… our goal is to clear dungeons and take the initiative on the grown of the Unfounded Kingdom. To help those who are weak to become just as strong. Will you join me?” he asked with sincerity, staring into her eyes, not looking away once.

OOC NOTES: 542 words

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Jojo was happy they found a water source, which was avidly a good choice for her as she smiled calmly at the individual who had asked her a couple questions. No doubt, her eyes on the tent supplies were that of a smile as she had never actually set a tent up before but she did not lick it to be all that difficult when it came down to such things. The trouble would be to sleep in such things, as the tents did not aid much in a shelter that was well protected. Her eyes on it capable and kind while soon enough she found her eyes looking and kindred as ever as well. Indeed she perked an eyebrow and smiled in due time as the popping of her neck when she finished setting up the tent, and the sleeping backs as well. Nonetheless, she noticed how the tent was large enough for four people, that meant there was a special divider in it as well and once she found that, she put it in immediately.

From the front to the back. Space would be divided with plenty of spacing for herself to have privacy from him. “The tent doesn’t have to just be mine. I found a space divider in the tent that will allow for privacy to the both of us. As well as provide ease of access where needed in the door too.” She spoke with calmness to her breath, in no shortness of it she was not all that surprised about the tent to begin with. Taking a sandwich and lightly nibbling at it, she looked at the individual as he started to bring something up, something she did not quite expect but how he started to ask had led her to remember all the wedding television shows and immediately her eyebrow was twitching until he finished off what he was going to say initially. That was something indeed, she had no idea to expect coming from him.

However, with how he worded it, that was something she did not really like, as she hardly knew the lech to begin with. Her eyes closing with calm sigh from her lips and allowing him to finish when she knew indeed there was more to this. She knew indefinitely that the qualms of love in a game were no good, and if they ever made it out that would prove quite as thorough as well as she did not think many from Japan itself was transported in, but mostly the English speaking nations. The name stood out though, and so did its purpose as she looked up at the sky, how real it was before answering. “I am a level one cleric, with level five cooking and level one housekeeping. If anything, I am not guild material. However, I soon plan to go into the arts of blacksmithing and priestess. Not only that but I have a feeling my level in cleric will be higher soon.

“So how about this, I will be a blacksmith for the guild as well as the healer, but I won’t be doing it for any one person. Guild members will receive a specific type of weapon cheaper than all others without losing any of its potency, but I can also do special requests.” With that, she eased up, finishing her sandwich as she already knew her levels were beginning to be easier in the end. However, she had to hope to be a purely specific and delightful builder of weapons in the future, and armors just weren’t all that exciting yet she was certain she would be making some of those in the near future as well. With a calmness of mind, she rolled her shoulders, popping her back with them, while awaiting to hear anything else form the man during their negotiation process.

Notes ╡ Kumori
Word Count ╡ 643

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 90%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

The cleric told him that the tent was bigger than he expected. He didn’t think he brought the larger of the tents available since he expected to mostly be alone while travelling, however it turned out to work better for them. This allowed him protection from the elements if he felt like they would be a problem, but he also enjoyed the desert sky, bright and sparkly from the numerous stars that were above. He didn’t mind sleeping outside. It was more enjoyable than most people cared to realize, being quite the camper when he was young. He saw her eyebrows twitch when he asked the question in the way he meant to, as if he was trying to propose to her. The smirk that would’ve been on his face if he slipped up, but it was still serious business, so he had to keep his straight face as it was.

It seemed that Jojo was favorable with his invitation. She made her terms clear, saying that she would be the guild healer and blacksmith, and would not only provide her goods to any one person, but every person in the guild Ryuu understood this and nodded. She said that she was not guild material, but Ryuu would differ from that opinion. Anyone and everyone was guild material, especially in this guild where he planned to help beginners grow and become better players. He was knowledgeable of the game enough to know what to do for most classes and how they should be played. While he understood that everyone had their style, it was still something that he could help other players on if they asked for his help. It was also a way to get bring about a family, one that he was sure everyone longed to see again. “Your terms are agreeable… I wouldn’t accept it any other way. If your services were only for one person alone, then that is not working as part of a guild; that is working for someone in particular,” he explained to her, “I want this guild to be a family for all its members. A group of people that could rely on each other without expecting anything in return. That is my goal for this guild,” he said with resolve. The flame of passion flickered in his eyes to s how serious he was about it.

Ryuu pulled up his guild menu and invited Jojo Kaguya into it. With a few clicks and a few swipes, Jojo was invited, and all that was left was for Jojo to accept it. His orbs began to move towards Jojo, gently resting against her face, trying to see what her answer would be, even though he’d know it in a few minutes. The choice was hers to make and hers alone. All Ryuu could do was attempt to convince her.

After all was done and settled, Ryuu sat silently, admiring the dance flames, until finally he decided that it was about time to sleep. He looked towards the cleric and smiled at her. “You should get some rest, I’m sure you’re exhausted from the lack of food and water,” he said to her, placing more wood onto the fireplace. He wasn’t one to be bossy, but for Jojo’s health and sanity, it was something he felt was necessary.

Ryuu would grab a sleeping bag from his pack and gave it to Jojo to use. He then grabbed one for himself and set it down on the floor near the fire. After it was set, he’d lay back against his makeshift bed and placed his hands behind his back, using them as pillows. He stared at the bright sky, lit by the numerous stars out there in the galaxy and the moon. “Beautiful…” he’d say to no one in particular. It was a compliment to the picture that he was seeing above him.

“This is one of the things I love and enjoy about this new world... it gives me a sense of peace to be able to look into the sky and to not see planes or satellites, he said to Jojo, hoping not to wake her up if she was asleep. He saw what was simply nature in itself. He was in much awe, appreciating the night sky landscape that he was able to see every night. “I have a feeling that there is much more to this world than fighting and questing. Each Lander now have their own personalities. This is truly as real as it can get to living a game or anime in reality," he said, not ashamed of his hobbies.

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Jojo’s eyes watched him, not for that passionate glare but rather for the words he used, words such as family and the phrase of how a guild is for more than one. Then of course, the actual conquest of what the guild meant. She had little hope that she herself was much of a guild material individual. Every family member she has had or loved has died. That in itself was just not, what she was hoping for and due to that, her eyes kept watch of the sky, and the fire. Her golden eyes staring into the fire, feeling the warmth of it basking over her while she felt a timid and silent sigh escaping her lips. This truly was not something she was expecting to see and avidly so, her eyes watching the fire did not bring her any new hope but rather it probably brought her more sorrow. However, sorrow that she would not show on her face as she kept smiling, pushing that smile out and watching the flames dance before her.

Jojo eased herself back, looking up at the sky before having taken the sleeping bag that was handed to her; it was then that she noticed the guild request approached to her while she brought herself into the tent. She took the left side, the side actually facing towards the expanse of rushing water so that she could listen to it and fall slowly to sleep listening to its flow. It was never something quite expected how real this world was like. She hated it though, hated how this world was dwarfing the old. She missed the old, even if she was a terrible brat of a child there, she still had family she cared for and without being there, she could not help take care of them in their times of need and growing old. It was just unfair in her eyes how this world took away the simplest of pleasures… She cried herself to sleep that night, like many other nights. Holding her together and crying without making a sound at all. It was normal after all, as was if she were comforted, she would probably attack the one doing so without thinking about it. It would not be until morning that she would accept that guild request.

Notes ╡ Cry
Word Count ╡ 386

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Ryuu looked at Jojo who had silently gone to sleep in the tent. There was no good night, no kiss, nothing. It was strange of her to do so, and Ryuu thought that maybe it was something he said that had struck a nerve. After she had entered the tent, Ryuu got up silently, trying to make his way to the tent to see if he could hear her. What he did hear was muffled. He could not make out anything because of the ambient noise, but it still concerned Ryuu. Giving her her privacy though, he turned back around and slipped back into his sleeping bag. His thoughts wandered, concerned for Jojo, like he would with anyone. He wasn’t sure what he said that would make her this way. Was it common? He wasn’t sure. All he knew is that her normal perky emotions were not present that night. His eyes began to move towards the tent, looking to see if she would run out or hear something out of the ordinary, but alas, nothing strange happened that moment. He sighed and looked back at the stars, beginning to make constellations, at least the ones he knew. He then began making new ones, his own, and then he began to wonder: Were these stars always here? he asked himself in his thoughts. I wonder if this new reality has put more stars than what was originally, he thought. It was rather a scary thought that a game where you never paid attention to the sky, that you would love to do so when your life became the game.

After a 30 more minutes of watching the sky, he stoked the fire a bit more, keeping a few small pieces of wood in the fire so that it would last throughout the night as embers. He slept, probably later than he should have, meditating on what had happened that day and night. While he had a restless night, concerned for his companion, he finally was able to snatch sleep into the REM stage. When morning came and the sun shone high and hot, Ryuu was still asleep, effectively attempting to sleep through the day. Ryuu was not a morning person. Oh he hated mornings more than anything. There were few things that would get him up, and the fact that he forgot to set his alarm last night was even worse. This meant that if someone didn’t wake up, they’d be here for another day and lose a day of productivity. Ryuu’s face was covered by his sleeping bag as his body instinctually retreated further down into it to shield his eyes from the annoying sun that was starting to rise.

OOC NOTES: 451 words

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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Jojo would only smile calmly, her eyes coming to a fluctuating close as her own mental note would ease itself and to which she would only think upon her own mental note. Such would become an area of which she would take complete focus of her own mental notation. It was with which she could come to an abrupt thought process of where she would keep a gradual gratification of what she could notate in this. The grace of which she slept, it was nothing more than an ordinary moment of understanding sleep in her own momentary cleanliness of her own self. It was an improbability of which she would think on which she could only assume as factual evidence, her moment of sleep was more than any that she had had in the time of which she could actually use for her rest that needed her to survive. It was the moments of which she could truly keep a common goal about her very existence into which she would bring her mentality up to a moment of which she could actually use in some may day of knowledge. Her very footsteps were encouraging her to continue, the voice of every step easily making a residual sound appear.

The sound echoed in her dream, the sound that bounced off every wall and became that which she could utilize in an effort to comprehend what she could utilize as her own knowledgeable step. It was a step to which she would slowly find herself walking ever higher into which she pushed the doors open and found that her eyes were opening. There she lay, her body breathing slow, steady. Her eyes looking around at the air itself that breathed upon her own eyes, the air that would be etching itself across her eyes and the sun glaring across them as well. It was serene and calm yet hard to see through. Closing her eyes for a second before slowly opening them with scrunching her eye lashes to block out and adjust to the sun she would fund her body rising. Her body rose to look around the room, her long green hair flowing down and in the lengths of the hair itself, she could feel it tickled the small of her back, a hand stroking the green strands, as she would twirl it in her hand, waking her body up as she did it. The kunoichi’s golden eyes moved to look around the room itself.

A calm morning, nothing out of the ordinary either, that was always the relief she held in her own bodice and accurately held in her own regard as to what she could or could not do with it. It was after all, her own future that she held in the palm of her hands. The factors remained to keep her steadily alert with such common goals. Her hands moving down as she moved the fingertips against her bare skin, feeling each hole that lay on her body, moving as she could feel each ridge of the one-inch diameter holes that held deep within them, a seed of purplish and green color. The bloody seeds that took part inside her body, an accursed design flaw that sent rivets of unnatural power through her, the girl’s body of the vine skill that were inherited by her mother. Such was the facts that would keep Jojo in a bay of thought and provocation in which she continued to feel down. Such holes were located at her forehead, her shoulders, her belly button, and more so with three at each palm of hand and sole of foot. It was what she was experimented to become.

The experiment that was justly named “Zassou” to which she would only assume was not her own choosing. Her own decisive motive was not what she would normally have gone after in her own moment of thought and decision to where she would only think on what she could utilize as her own moment. The hand that guided along the holes along her body was all of which useful to her own moment of knowledge. Jojo knew that she was an experiment of both body and mind and soul. It was all just one big lie, a second life that followed that of a lie. It was to be stopped though, Jojo did not know at the time, but she would soon be thrust into a world’s war effort to stop the creation of more individuals like herself. More Zassou experiments that would be used and abused to the point of being lapdogs for nothing more but the mercenary’s own personal guard for that of the Kaguya famly, and other members. Perhaps use the Zassou as scapegoats to plunge the world into more chaos and give the scientific bearers more reason and probable cause to destroy the very sanctity of life that the world holds dear.

Jojo would move her body out of the bed, swinging her legs up and over she would be breathing in a simple taskforce of her own innocent breath that pilfered through her lungs. She could breath the fresh air as her body was hit by the air outside the covers of her own bed, the cool air flowed along her naked frame, hitting every part of her as she moved into the showing room and began her shower. A shower of which she would use and happily accustom her body to the wet damp hitting of water pellets against her very skin. Yes, this was very much so the doing of what Jojo needed in her universal life and with which she would merely contemplate for a second why she was doing what she would be doing. Her body hit by the watery droplets of shower water that blistered with heat yet calmed Jojo down more than anything, hot water that affected one’s own service system that had been sent through so many pipes, nooks, and crannies. Without even thinking it, a single vine moved itself out of her shoulder and seemed to have her understand the intentions of such things in her own lifetime.

Jojo would need to come to an understanding that her own life was precious one day, not meant to give away freely in which she would pop her neck and move a subtle consciousness out of what she had actually intended to do with her own formularize plans in motion. Jojo would move out of the shower, her body having woken up to the cleaning, and began to dress herself in the single piece suit she always wore. A suit of which was very much like a straitjacket. Only, this one allowed her arms to hang freely, a buckle at each end of the bell bottom styled sleeves while also the individuals themselves would only appear to be that much more in contemplation to what Jojo could ever utilize in her own life and momentary thought process. Jojo could utilize only so much with her own life and she would keep a beneficial though to what it had to be done in the moments of which her straitjacket suit. Her long green hair and the golden eyes appeared serene in the mirror she looked at. Followed by the final addition of the tribal necklace she draped around her neck, she would now be ready.

Today she had a meeting with the elders of this world; all of them were non-experimental subjects. Jojo knew this type rather well, because it was then that suggested her mother create the Zassou experiments again. Granted, Jojo was the same mother’s child and was the first test subject. Being born directly as an unwanted baby, Zassou meant she had a more probable chance of being of use as a child by undergoing the surgery than any other individual that would be exposed to the forbidden vine. The seeds of such a vine were an implantation seed, meant to be utilized and connected to the mana system through visible holes about the body. Such holes were the activation links to the vines that were made to be utilized by the one who knew how to utilize the Zassou style. Jojo managed to get up every day to repeat this same routine without any maintenance yet now she would move forwards. Her body heading out of that single pillar of a building she resided in and under that which her own mental state would kick in with wonder, ‘Why am I being brought to the research station again? Have they not done enough to me this month with the residual and privacy destroying experiments?’

Yes, Jojo hated the experiments she would be put through so many times from the analysis of her own judicial skills in the atmosphere that she could only understand as her own probable understanding. The Zassou and the vine that undergoes the treatment that such a thing can withstand and understand with an overbearing idea of what one can or cannot do would also contradict the norm and bring about a hold of control. Control that Jojo did not have when it came to such vines as well, as her mother could control her own experimental vines for up to an astonishing and legendary eighty feet. That in itself was more than two times the distance Jojo can control, and it would only get worse as she was half that woman’s child and with that in mind, she was not pureblood to this form of experimentation. Her blood tainted, and following that up with the beneficial factor of knowledge to the aspects that surrounded the highly likely death of her father. She still had no memory of it, yet supposedly she killed him and her mother has not been the same since then. In her deep thought, she did not hear the parted steps that echoed behind her.

A hand came up from behind, putting her in a half-nelson-head lock as she would move her eyes and look out of her peripherals, “Who is it?” Then another hand came to hold her mouth, holding her steady as she would attempt kicking from him and biting the hand, “Easy there girly, I have a message for you from the elders.” This immediately shut her up, calmed her at the same moment. Jojo tapped the hand to loosen from her mouth, “What can I do for the elders?” Then the order came, an order that absolutely terrified Jojo to the deepest of her core, an order that scared her to the deepest nightmares of hell. It was the very order that she knew would come eventually yet she had found that such an order had come from the elders to decimate her soul. Nevertheless, she was an assassin in this dreamy land, an assassin with a supposed reputation and with a high standard of herself and with that, she listened as his said, “By decree of the elders, the Zassou research station is to be wiped out, complete blackout with no survivors. Nod if you understand.” Jojo could do nothing else but nod, as she did understand.

The young girl knew exactly where that would leave her, “Any materials you find there are yours as the rightful heir, but you are not permitted to continue physical research like your mother. Now,” the man would let go of Jojo and smile, “Do our nation proud and farewell.” He disappeared and she would be left in her own thoughts, her own mind as it came crashing into her own mental wellbeing. She had to kill everyone at the research station, and as she froze there, the day had not rained at all and as it had happened, she was crying. Her eyes looking to the sky, those golden hues highlighting themselves, as she would find tears running down her cheeks and neck, as she would be in a mental stampede of a wreck. Her own knowledge, her own code of conduct, all of it was being put on the line to see if she were even worthy to become a warrior, furthermore to have any rights at being a human being as right now she was only an experiment. She had to prove her worth, but at the same time her own code, and as it was crashing down on her soul, she would say one simple phrase, “It shall be done…”

Jojo had never thought it would come to this, that it would come to her having to end her mother’s research in the most crucial of ways. Jojo absolutely was afraid with what she could understand, as this would to the utmost seem that she could only wonder what could occur next. It was in her subtle knowledge that she needed to continue her concentration and understanding of all she could ever learn. Jojo in her straitjacket only seemed to appear that much more as a mad and crazed individual with such things. Jojo moved her frame forwards, moving out and forwards to which she would understand as a subtle leading of what she had. The fact remained that it was under her code that she had orders to fulfill and such orders still articulated her code of conduct and knowledgeable gain. Such things would always be what she could absolutely continue to utilize under her control. The green hair flowing in the wind that blew past her as she eased herself against an alley wall, ‘I have to kill, to kill…. to kill my own mother and the researchers of my body. That is, just too cruel. Why ask it of me?’

Jojo Kaguya’s mind continued to wonder, the tears still seemed to flow as she lost strength in her legs, would she even be able to carry out such a mission, and if she was able to, would that make her any better than those murderers already outside the land? It was a constant bickering and questioning within one’s own soul that kept Jojo afloat and continual withdrawal of who she was. Such matters were small to the larger scheme of things. Her heart, her frail human heart could not handle the stress of becoming a murderer, so what could she become to which something like this could seem practical. However, the answer was already there, the answer was always there as it willed itself to life by yelling out what it had always been, Kaguya. The very namesake of the demons of this land, the very manipulators that always loved fighting, loved killing, and to the utmost willed him or herself to topple governments if they were sent to do so. Jojo was the most hypocritical of all warmongers though, for she hated fighting, hated war, and hated performing deaths to the utmost of all things. This is why she wanted to become a medic.

However, her orders must be followed, no matter how much it was corroding her body. The corrosion was like a flood, running across the soil of her heart and mind. The erosion was destroying, spreading it thin and disrupting such things as Jojo herself could only assume that such things would make her useless. It was a battlefield, the very same field of battle and disruptions that surrounded her, to which she would only assume that her own soul would be taken, such a field, such a concentrated disability within her own knowledgeable creation within her own life. Her own mind was suffering as her tears continued to roll down her face, the order she received, it was an orientation to her own life, as now she would only move her body forwards. Move it to the position as she went away from the alley’s wall that she had leaned against, walking alongside it and moving down that alley path. She continued to walk a steady walk, to move her body slowly, with a hand tracing along the alley wall as she would move slowly, each and every step marking a new Jojo as she moved, the tears all began to slow down.

Then her tear began to slow down, the process to which one would find them in a center discipline of what she could ever utilize to her own accord. The problems she could assess, her eyes closing as she would walk the familiar steps to the research station. Nevertheless, upon such a trail, upon such a transversal destination as she could ever see in her eyes, she now understood what she could do. However, now she happened to be stopped, it seemed someone in her way wanted nothing more than to keep her from following through with her mission, this individual who stopped her was someone completely different, someone she had not recollection of in her own past or her present. This individual had purple hair, short, and yet Jojo could faintly see the holes adorned on the masculine body that covered such a frame. She could only assume this would be another one of the research subjects, an imperfect model though as Jojo was the only one who molded with the vines for perfection. It was an impressive feat though for someone to remain alive after such a feat, such a creation of vines to the body. Jojo’s eyes opened and looked at this being with a curiosity. Jojo bowed her head, her eyes looking at this individual with a curious glance. “Are you here on a diplomatic mission or an assassination Jojo-sama?”

Jojo’s eyes watching it, her fingers twitching, as she would look at this individual and with a weary glance, she would watch with a calm and casual glance. Her very ideal thought process accessed itself and to the available knowledge she had she would merely look at this individual and look at that purple hair, and soon enough the golden eyes. “So they made a Zassou out of you as well? I am sorry but…” her voice trailed off, her hand gripping a dagger now as she would now look at this person with deep darkening eyes, “You must die for you are an abomination, a disciple that which must be destroyed and never again renewed to the life you bear now. It will be my hand that destroys you.”

Jojo would watch him and with the eager look upon her face, the demonic eyes and crimson glance having a demonic glance about them. The very thought she had become such a demon of thought, body, and mind was irrelevant now in the conquest to destroy the Zassou Research Station as her mission entailed, “Why do you do this, why do you aim to destroy your family, the very same people that made you human?” Jojo listened to his voice, the boy was obviously afraid and yes, she did indeed understand the fear one child could have of which Jojo could potentially understand as a frail thought. “Your life has led its purpose, however you have no future.”

Jojo would then rush forwards with her body, her average speed and grace not being the ultimate greatness of all things however with a subtle brush of her dagger aimed directly into the flesh of the boy, she found the boy having performed a replacement skill. Her dagger slid through multitudes of vines as she would quickly dodge to the left and her body spun out with grace, more grace than her very attack she held with her own hand. Jojo only knew how to fight with a steady idealism while she would smile and with a steady look upon her eyes she would look upon such an individual and only amuse her mental thought process with which she would look upon this person, “Definitely going to be a challenge you are.”

Jojo found the boy having reformed his body ten feet away, already his vines shot out of his body aiming directly for her head with their piercing capability. Jojo had noted which ones were which, their availability to attack, their prowess to destroy, such things aiming directly for her brain and at such a steady speed too. However, Jojo understood that this boy was a prototype to the Zassou creed, a Zassou that was incomplete as well. Jojo lifted her eyes and her single forehead vine etched out and deflected the two vines that the boy sent at her from his shoulders, the yellow green vines of a half breed; no doubt, Jojo would want to destroy him before he utilized anything that she could not defend against with her own skills. Such amounts of chakra were going to be definitely useful while at the same time she could not utilize all of it all at once. She would need to rest enough of the time to just even out her own understanding of how to utilize her chakra later on. Her skills at best would be weak if she did not have the chakra to utilize for such things in her own timely end.

Jojo would ease her own individual thought process, her mental capability and her steady mindset consuming one another as she would plot and plan the decisive battle. Her opponent launching more of those vines out of his body to attempt impaling of her body while she would merely be dodging left to right and right to left, each and every direction making headway to move through and dodge effectively from each direction. It was her own decisive thought and individual momentum of thought process to utilize her own figurative thought of destroying this boy with as little mana as possible. She already deflected his vines as best she could with just the one vine from her forehead while her right arm would twirl around the dagger in her hand. Her left hand spewing out three vines and pulling out three throwing stars apiece, she would move her bodily frame and dodge to the right, moving away from that dangerous vine that shot from the boy’s stomach. Such an advantageous motivation to the mindset was quite odd and different to her mental mind and thought process, as she quietly and momentarily moves her body out of sight.

Such was the unique use of her skills, moving her frame behind a wall of trees as her opponents vines would launch out and dig into the trees. Her own vines from the shoulders would pull up the body of herself, as she would bring her petite body up into the trees, as she would utilize her skillful uses of vineyard modifications to send her body up into the trees. She began to swing the multiple long range weaponry down from her body as she would only think a small amount on it and with such a intense zeal of thought and effect, she would move her frame forwards, shouldering an ideal momentum of thought as she attacked the boy from three directions with her use of stars and daggers. All these things aiming to pierce and strike this boy down as she saw his vines are sliced by such weapons until finally they would bring her opponent into pain. Jojo could only smile as she thought more on her use of such skills and even more so thought about her useful attacks of such chakra constructs as she jumped tree to tree, moving her frame in and out of the trees, surrounding this boy as she could only focus on destroying him if at all possible.

The boy still managed to live, Jojo hating that she had dragged the fight longer than necessary now, as she would glare at his soul, this mortal’s body, as she would withdraw her vines. Bringing them all back into her skin and body as she would happen to look directly at such a being with a calm gleam of her eyes as she would merely look with a calm thought of mind and mental collection as she focused with a calm intellect. Indeed this was the most corrupted fight she would ever go into with which she would move her body and then say, “Enough. You want to keep fighting, and then I will fight you with what you justly called for!” The green haired girl’s frustration enveloped her, as she would rush forwards with a complete and utter need to destroy this male as her vines were swirling all around her, the vines swinging around her with a calming, complete, and utter effect of knowledge behind what she knew and what she could effectively use to her advantage of knowledge. Indeed the very method of madness this being brought into her would be the very factors of which she commonly kept in mind of her own availability.

It was this very factor that she kept at her own natural selection and calm decision-making, Jojo’s body pushing forwards, her vines swirling around her, as she would growl a large echoing determination out of her. The vines she had, each one spiraling in the air all of which aimed to pierce, to maim, and to decapitate this human. Her body moved in a flutter, her eyes glowing with the dark emulation of mana, as she would then prod the vines into that body, the vines shooting like barbs into the arms, the legs, and hands. Each vine Jojo launched, hit its mark, sending the boy into a tree with a pinned down action as if he were a butterfly experiment, Jojo’s eyes gleaming in interest as she looked upon this boy. “Your seeds are flawed, your jutsu are obsolete, and your own self-esteem can need rework. But your time is up, you are no longer necessary to keep alive and for that, I shall remove you from the program permanently.” It is said when one has touched the forbidden vine or its seeds, they are cursed to keep hosting them.

However, what happens when one removes all the said seeds. Jojo would soon vine out, as she would dig a single dagger deep into the holes on this boy, pulling out every single seed, as she would only smile, her eyes gleaming with a grin to her face, as she would pluck out such seeds, seeds that were wasted on the poor soul of the insignificant boy. Her hands bloody, the way she removed the seeds was crude, far too crude and unusual for a normal punishment to which she would keep up with removing them. Her smile remained, her hands dancing along this boy’s body as she removed seed after seed. His screams, the screams of which sounded the same, as a lunatic would echo out of one’s face, a face covered in blood, ash, and dirt. All of it, just dusty and yet shiny in the amounts of which Jojo could foresee in the hindsight of what could occur. Indeed such mannerisms could not be understood any more in this mortal life, and this boy’s life was coming to an end. Jojo’s vines kept him knit to the tree, her eyes on him with a casual smile.

As she removed the final seed from his left hand, she saw it crumble; the chakra being removed just deteriorated that skin. “Fascinating, removal of said vine seeds, produces harmed effects that of a fungus overgrown, decomposition to the highest degree. You were indeed a fine test subject to the end.” Jojo would say as she began to dig more of these vines out of this boy’s body. The more she dug out, the worst she became as a sadist, his blood spilling out of every hole until the vines were removed and the seeds put into her hand to where she would only smile and find the boy slowly turning to nothing but decomposed ash. Her hands moving along, after having taken his hands away, listening to that pain, she would take his feet and soon his entire lower body away. Her smile kept at it though as she would listen to his pained screams. Those blood colored tears rolling down his eyes as she would smile, plunging the kunai into his gut, his belly button to be precise and dug away until she pulled the big seed out of there. Everything below his hips would evaporate into the wind.

Such an interesting subject, her vines merely constricting around him to keep him against that wall, as she would notice his shoulder vine shoot out directly for her head until she swiped the dagger at it, cutting it in two, “Nice try my dear boy. But you will die much more in pain than you are now.” In addition, Jojo was correct, her blade digging out this boy’s shoulder vines, each seed decomposed the arms leaving stumps for arms and legs, and eventually all that was left was the forehead vine. Jojo smiled, her weapon swirling around that point, “I must be careful here, one wrong move and you will die too early.” She would say, licking blood off the side of her cheek as her tongue came back into her mouth. She would smile and with a casual and almost sadistic laugh, she would place her hand on top of that forehead, and with her three hand vines, she would dig out that seed and once she had all of them she would scatter them to the side, watching the boy rot and decompose to nothing before her very eyes. “Rot, and soon be joined by your brethren.” Jojo now moved out, moving towards that research station while her body had droplets of blood covering her, yes today was a highly interesting day indeed.

Jojo had watched the man decompose, and she liked it. It was funny to her for some reason. The frailty of the life of those around a life that steadily becomes nothing more than an absence of thought and depicted courses of knowledgeable gain. Her style of having to perform this mission was just in addition, doomsday oriented to be anything but the ordered cause and effect analysis. Hell, she still had to make it to the facility and no doubt, they were on high alert there for the actual cause of the death for the past individual and now match it to the deaths of those who may be coming up now. Jojo could only understand so much death was necessary but she happened to be taking out more death and more lives would find their wills and souls on the tips of her vines and dagger by the end of tonight. She knew it to be true and she knew it was going to be rough. Her very understanding was going to be destroyed, her defensive nature itself was also going to be destroyed, and she knew it was going to be if she was not able to control her side of the life and her mental corporation of her own knowledgeable gains.

Jojo’s style of living, it had corrupted itself many times however, she moved easier in her life, moved easier by forgetting. She was told she had forgotten her memories and her own life multiple times and even though she had done so with so many instances of forgetting. She was told that her past was too hard for her to comprehend, too hard for her to keep up with and she would keep on attempting it, attempting to stay alive and steadily ahead of what she could not maintain in her own orderly life style. It was odd, she knew she could not maintain a life of deceit maybe that was why she now moved with the purpose of fulfilling the mission, the rain now flowing down to the earth harder now. She absolutely understood the pains of this torment and now she would utilize it to the fullest of her attributes, the factors of which she could utilize to the highest degrees of knowledge and yet also compatible to the beneficiary factors of what she could or could not use to her best delicate and intricate substances.

Jojo would look around at the rotted corpse, the very body that had broken down in front of her and had collapsed into piles of ash and dust. She had moved back to the actual pile of the dead, looking around inside the soot and decomposition of stuff. She sifted her hand around, as she would aim to find some form of identification of this individual. Yes, this would prove to be the kind of thing she needed for her absolutely motivational needs and desires. It was the very idea behind it that brought to mind how Jojo would begin investigating who the familiar person was. It was an old time Kaguya individual, while happening to be also content with now picking up that very grip of the identification card. “So, this individual here is named Jinto…” She would smile, remembering this person better now that she knew his name. What he was about and what he had utilized in her own life and those around which she could understand to some mannerisms of their own utilization. Her thoughts on this individual were calm ones, sad ones, and yet in the midst she also remembered him vaguely as the nicest person in the facility too.

Jojo would keep moving through her styles of life, moving her frame of the natural movements, as she would arrive to the place that held all of what she hated now. Hate seemed to be what she had more of now in the mannerisms of what one could ironically call the expansion of the very method of knowing their complete world is turned upside down. The initial ideology of the ones who put her through so much pain in the procedures that expanded and interpolated the notice of such things was truly something other than her own grace. Her eyes forming themselves and focusing on the iconic behaviors of what she could initially find a hatred for in some aspect of the beings that warped their minds over the process and procedures of controlling the Zassou to the point of making more than necessary copies of them. Jojo already had to deal with one of these copies with the decay of the body she put him through, and without a doubt she knew the rest of the Zassou seeds that were cultivated from her body were already in use of the other researchers and experiments. Jojo could just tell that it was happening.

The green haired girl would move briskly through the land, her feet making small footsteps of irregularity and uncertainty as she had arrived in front of the facility. The outlying guard stations were empty, her eyes perusing through the materials inside them as she wondered just what happened to the guards. In her general knowledge, there were guards stationed everywhere in this place, all over as needed and in some degree were placed strategically for those who would run away and like the secret service, would leave and exterminate when necessary. This core belief of implanting seeds into someone was going to be the very death of what she aimed to destroy, and it all lied with her mother. The mother whom abandoned her, the mother who aimed to undo what should not be. Her hatred for the mother who revealed that she had no memories, that Jojo could never learn the things of her past without destroying herself. This very thing indefinitely made Jojo fearful of her life, to the point that she never wanted to see it in its very true fragile thoughts again. This was her life; she would live and die with it on her own terms.

Jojo kept walking, moving into the facility as her eyes traced the walls in its very unnatural formula, looking for clues as to why it was so quiet. She had nothing to go off, her hand moving through the walls, her vines extended to sweep along the ground ahead of her like a blind person. Sure enough, something happened in her eyes, for the lights were out, and the lights being out only meant one of a great many things, the place had come under attack. To Jojo this meant many things, for one it meant that she could actually not kill everyone here, she could be happy with her mother again, or at least partially happy because the experimentations would stop. To Jojo that meant the world to her because then she did not have to deal with the constant screaming, mumbling, and destruction of such beings as herself to the point that she would initially become a potential danger to herself. This was more than a private game of pool though, as she would begin to think more on what could have happened to this place. In Jojo’s eyes there was more darkness shrouding this place than ever let on.

Jojo’s features would go into that of a scrunched up face, as her eyes would only widen up with an equivalently arrogant face, as she would look about this place in a natural aspect of thinking as her face would look about with a calm prospect. The very nature of this place would be calmly integrating to her thought of this place. Jojo would look out there, looking at the aspects of the walls as she traveled into the place, her eyes looking around, as she would only smile with a calm collection to her mental ability. She knew very little with this zone of the area around her mental capacity with the aspects of her own integrated mental capacity. She could equivalently smile and understand the natures of what she could think about, and further more what she could maintain in that natural collection of mental stability. Jojo moved and would trip over something in the dark, her vines had not accounted for this of what she tripped over as her legs caught under herself as she fell down and would widen her eyes interested in just what there was in that intellect of what she could have tripped over in some manner.

The young girl’s eyes looked around, then back at what had tripped her, as she would peer at what it happened to be, her eyes picking up traces of blood along the ground in the lowlight of illuminating thought. She just did not know what there was around this place in her mental aspect. Most of this place was covered in blood; she just did not notice it now when she would look about and think calmly in such mannerisms while moving her frame back and forth around here. She happened to think upon things, recon and contemplate them as she would think of what was around her in this place of places, this area of complete and utter death in what she understood and completely what she knew what her eyes could look around what happened to be around this area. Jojo understood that this place was covered in blood, but she could not tell just how much there was in the recognitions of what her footsteps of walking through the paces of what was around. Her eyes looking about, as she would feel with her vines extended from her hands as she found a pool of liquid.

“Blood, unknown bodies on the ground, and I think more so that these are from the guards that are missing. It is interesting what happens around here. Yet I wonder, just who could have done all of this?” Jojo would question, asking herself as she retracted her vines, moving about outwardly, as she would look at the expanse of the air around her. Figuratively moved her frame mobile to those that held her mental stability during the experiments that held her in the conceptions of what one could do with the dangerous vines of what she could interest herself in this ideology. The very idea behind what one could figure out in the forms of what she could interest her in such curiosity. The interest she held in her mental capacity would allow her to figure herself in the formulations of what transpired here. The blood that coated the floor to which she would move through, traveling into it with a grimace in such things. Her mere tranquility of mental stability held together as she moved with the format of her footsteps echoing through the coated bloody halls of her temperance and diabolical amusement that was unknown and unrequested of her self-esteem.

Jojo would relinquish her mind though, for she was on a mission, a mission she would perplex herself through fully. Jojo knew that she herself had to do this for she was asked to go through with killing the place of Zassou, the researchers and her mother and for what purpose, what could possibly be gained through the killing of these people. Jojo could not understand just what the prospects of her own universal situation of knowledgeable gain and falsely accused individuals could hide out here yet she knew it not to be so. There were reasons to be executed, horrid as they would be or can assume to become disgruntled by such inefficient things as this could happen to become, she knew there were reasons and to question orders were of no consequence or could ever become to the absolute formulation of such things. Jojo could only understand the deaths of the researchers while her mother’s was unjustified but as she moved more through the research station and the controls of everything around her she would only assume that certain majestic things could be accounted for in the divinity of what her eyes could utilize or at least see under the correct digits.

Jojo moved more, her body excelling in moving with a swift movement as her eyes would only accustom themselves to viewing everything around her as a potentially equal target. Just as she would only hope and maintain the distance as she moved to what she could potentially interest herself in the aspects of her eyes maintaining a systematic pull of her mental strain and scientific breakthrough as her feet moved faster through the underground’s passage. Her eyes looking and watching all that would occur around her. The bodily frame she had with her illuminated thought process as she moved with a speed of fist and foot and a few slippery footholds around the ground. The movements of her hand and foot, bodily posture and excellent form as she moved with a slip as her body fell down. Sliding underneath what felt like twenty desks as the room she entered now was large and white, panels everywhere while in the very center was a body, a decomposed body, as she would mutter under her breath. “Removal of the Zassou seeds, even they experimented on such beings here?” she questioned as a clapping sound started. Jojo would whirl around with her leg doing the main pull of swirling on a pivot in the stretch of pooling blood.

Jojo’s body continued to move, her eyes looked for where the clapping was coming from until she finally spotted where it came from. Exactly as her eyes narrowed in and spotted as she would look and notice the individual, the person who is the usual night guard but also the person who happened to be one of the elders for the Kaguya. Her eyes instantly went to him and widened her eyes as she saw the lightly illuminate the field or room from all the panels. Where the blood was, there would be red light streaming through it, as she would glare, her eyes looking with a complete and mental recap of what she would hold herself up and look at him. She looked upon his body seeing none of the visible Zassou holes, as she would try to formulate an exact plan as to what there was in such an individual of her eyes looking upon him. Trying to figure him out, to try to formulate some manner of natural knowledge as to try to think and understand just what he was doing in this place to begin within that very uncouth behavior behind himself in such a manner of in genuine behavior.

Jojo watched him, his white lab coat stained with blood, as she would recognize the name in the manner of what she could utilize in her mental cap. The being before her was named Kaguya Riko. Yes, the individual she had met many times had a few good conversations with him as well and none of which had wound up with her thinking he would be like this. Jojo knew that he killed the guards, or he would be dead as the guards she passed just moments earlier. “What happened here Riko-san?” She would ask with a calm intellect with trying to detect and thoroughly understand just what he was saying. Her question reverberated through the walls until she would assume Riko was ready to answer her questions. Her questions of life and death, why individuals had to die and why some had to live while she would be looking at this place and try to figure just what this place had to offer in such a factor in her own interest. Jojo knew very little about this man is fighting styles aside from the fact that she knew he was a damn good surgeon in the medical fields of battle.

Jojo would move her frame to the left, her eyes watching as a series of bullets sank into the wall beside her as she would widen her eyes and looked back at him, “Oh is the little girl of the Zassou actually asking me that? Why does a murderer kill, why does a rapist rape, why does a thief steal, and why do the victims all die? To all these questions I have a single answer, to feel alive!” Riko rushed forwards now, digging a blade from his back, as he would already be swinging as Jojo would widen her eyes and back flip away with her frame moving in similar motion. She dodged with a narrow escape from the crazed man’s blade swinging about. Jojo personally could not figure this person out, nor his attack patterns in the same manner. Her movements all calculated, as she would move away with narrow escapes from his blades. Forwards and backwards she moved, her eyes watching the blade with every movement as she would move her frame and looking about with a casual look that was always being one for calculating, her frame directly proportional to her momentary guidance of her frame and smile.

Jojo would be watching his moves, catching them, as she would move side to side to a rhythm as her eyes watched and her body adjusted itself to every push, pull, and fragmented beauty of such things. She ultimately could not be furnished the ultimate and adjusted beauty of the movements as she could have possible churned up with her past. She could not win this fight at all. If she were a head on fighter, her arm pushing vines out to capture the man’s wrist to disarm him, yet she found that her momentum was still too slow. Her body captured with her own vines and thrown to the side with a coughing out of her mouth as all the air was knocked out of her body. The widening of her eyes when it occurred as she would find herself being dragged now, a sword sticking through her clothing as she would find herself thrown into a deeper pool of blood. Her body covered in it now as she would thoroughly stand up and look at him, as she would growl, her vines extending from the palms of her hands as she would watch and listen with a calm divinity to her mental assets. It was time to kill; the very moment one had ever noticed that time coming, that it had to be now.

The youngster’s blood-covered body would initially get back up, the vines forming out of her, as she would look at him with enraged eyes. The blood soaking her body was far more unnatural that what one could normally say was the average account of what she could utilize in the nature of what she could see in her future. The future that could not be what she had ever hoped for in neither her life nor the manner of being in her own useful territory. She could only do what had to be done, no more and no less to the actuality, this fighting was bringing about. Her body flying forwards, propelled by the vines of her feet pushing like springs as she would rush forwards and ideally spin as well, the sword coming in while she would spin up. Around that blade that swung around to lop her head off until she would push her belly button vine out, this vine springing out with a fully loaded shotgun effect as it would shoot through that face, the vine cutting into and through that direct skull of a man as she would smile with the vine crushing the man’s skull.

Jojo had sent the vine directly through the eye socket, having driven the crazed man even wilder as she would groan in disgust of this individual with the sound reverberating from her lips. She would pop her neck and then retract her vines as the body of the man fell, her eyes watching him as she would shake her head and move out and away, too disgusted to deal with a man that was as crazed as that. Her eyes closed, as she would shake her head and then move her body forwards, stepping over him as she would open the doors and begin moving through the grounds as her eyes followed a momentary presence of clean in this entire place. Her feet making soft padded steps as she moved through the facility faster, more steadfast with the accounted stepping she had to take thoroughly making headway through the passages that assumed some pillar of control over the structure of the entire building. Jojo herself did not understand it all but she knew she had to do something about this place or else she could quite effectively die by the hands of the one who ordered her to undergo this mission.

Jojo’s footsteps soon grew quiet, her eyes opening, as she would appear on the other end of a door, the room darker yet lit by candles. Candlelight being the main illumination here in this room, she could only assume that whoever she would fight, if anyone, was a fire based ninjutsu master. Her steady frame shaking lightly from the heat of the flames around her, pathetic for a Kaguya to do such an act yet at the same instance she would merely find a congressional manner of perfecting her momentary disgruntled rage she healed within her mind. The moment when she would appear here, she knew that someone would die, and she knew it would not be her, it almost appeared as if the last of the researchers would each have taken a room of research for themselves. Something she did not foresee yet she knew was quite possible given the identities of each of the individuals that perpetually persisted on stopping Jojo from successfully managing her mission, her explosives all in her bag but she had to get to the center, to make sure that the building would collapse in on itself. To destroy the remnants once she escaped and was home free in the clear of this building and everything else here.

The next individual was meditating; a Zen style of meditation as Jojo could see from the stance the individual took from her meditation of such a manner. Jojo herself could understand that this was going to be difficult to undertake if such a calm person was the fighter, yet Jojo knew that fighting with fire beget blood, and blood that was beget would eventually boil and become rage. Jojo herself already killed two of the individuals that were affiliated with this station and its very useful concentration of the design behind the meager destructive forefront of this manor. Killing the rest to her was mere experiment’s nature, yet to her she understood few had the powers of weaponry and the man she just killed may have been the only one but she could not be certain. No, it was rather she just could never be completely certain of this culture of what one could or could not do. In the mean time of what she undertook in her wings and understood what one could or could not perform in any regard of the nature she followed suit in and under of which understanding could occur with her steady and sturdy thought process.

Jojo understood a good many things, the very moment when one brushed the pathways to heaven or the trickery deserts of hell all corresponded with one another to the points of what Jojo would see as a code, a code of which one could ultimately see and overthrow as a deceptive death to her own utilization of life. Jojo could only know so much, where the woman who rose from her position held a long history of being a holder of much knowledge, and as Jojo suspected she noticed this woman also become fluent in the arts of the experiment culture as well. “They have gotten to you now as well I see. Here to kill trespassers as well I can see or are you here to merely interrogate and leave as was your purpose from the beginning of the experiment of the Zassou I was told. To dig into the minds of those who are lost and drag them out to the deaths of the world around us would it not be such a similar fate?” Jojo knew nothing of fate though with no real moment of knowledge about her own self in such manners and doctrines of things.

Jojo’s own words flew through the words like kunai, the political debate of someone’s own duty was a fluid conversation that held many backtracks to the point of which one could ultimately see and undo their pasts of undisputable powerful old age that resounded and reverberated within the hallowed halls of knowledgeable background. However, with such a terrifying hold on one’s own momentary insignificance to that of a life of solitude and ballistic data, one can ultimately see their lives becoming nothing more than an illusion. A moment to believe one would truly be alive to find themselves dead, “Is the little one trying to be polite to start a debate with me or is she merely trying to save her own skin and stride away from death a many times over. You should have died a great long time ago, back when you had your chuunin trial with the traitorous father of your worthless ass. However yes, you live. Breathing and occupying the space of the purebloods, and I had to be dragged into this mess to watch over your green head, to make certain you were not harmed by your own incompetence. It must feel truly good to let go of all those memories, of all the initial points of solitude and death you pushed onto yourself in this life of yours.

“You are pitiful, a child with merely birthright to the Zassou experiments. You are nothing more than trash to those of us that deem it so. Not only that but you know full well what the nations do to those who cannot hold their own in the styles of war in this day and age.” Jojo had stood there, listening to her voice and words fill the air that surrounded her and the pitiful noises she heard when she looked out past the woman to spot a hostage as well. Jojo had to think what would be best to do in this situation. Allow an innocent to come to harm and to eliminate those certain individuals by the futile plot. Of which she could not fully see reason in dying for if it were her own fate to die in a place like this. Her hand would lift up a dagger, holding it steady and true in her grip as she would extend the vines, allowing them to wrap around the dagger as she would shake her head and effectively spin the dagger around and around in a repetition circle of her hand and a smile spreading from cheek to cheek on her lips.

The spinning of the dagger with the vines holding it were altogether ultimately useful in their endeavor to hold and withstand that of most fatal things, her body shuttling to the side as she immediately saw several fire balls flying at her. “Damn it, is everyone in this god forsaken place crazed or what?” She would question with her eyes wide when she noticed an individual flashed past and behind Jojo, using multiple maneuvers to throw Jojo off what would be coming about. That was until she noticed the one thing that made this jutsu more useful than others did, fire spreading out of those lips, as she would widen her eyes, Jojo swinging that dagger around while ducking under the fire. The dagger grazed the woman’s face, a cut deep into the cheek while the fire that she blew out of her mouth seemed to close the wound with a terrifying fire that would destroy the ground underneath her in an outbreak that Jojo knew all too well. The knowledge that one could or could not utilize the happiness in this justified act of death and destruction of many in her family in her own mental world to the bliss of the calm that can occur.

Jojo only smiled, her eyes looking with a completely and utterly run of the mill attack as she would spin out and watch this individual plotting and planning as her eyes looked and whirled about with her eyes looking at this foolish woman. A woman too confused with the manner of what one could or could not believe in their useful mannerisms of what one could usefully utilize as her attacking pattern. Her dagger attached to vines was spinning with a swirl around her head, as she would only smile with a genuine grin about her face. It was such a manner of what one could or could not utilize in such a manner. The girl with a very poor excuse of a genuine dial of her own mental stability to the manufactured forefronts of the mental stability and possible joys of what one could or could not organize in the timely demise of natural fortitude of life and death. It was the fortitude and momentary affection of their own mental stability, as she would use her own against an individual who kept attacking with a forefront of definite and decisive battle experience. Jojo’s own was not the best in the world nor would it perfect itself in the manner that she had to have by the night’s end.

Jojo’s behavior of this fight was natural; it was manner in its own belief while she would look about with the very behavior of what she would or would not manner in such a consultation of certainty behind such a thing. The personal and mental capacity to this individual was quite unnatural, as Jojo would watch this woman attack yet again; mixing speed with indirect formulation to their own perfected favors to their own natural belief and narcotic attack pattern. The very brief moment that Jojo had spotted an attack that she could get through finally would appear itself and show itself through her mental stability and very imperfection of knowledgeable gain and perseverance of thought. Jojo would giggle and grin with a moment of gaining and maintaining her mental identity of thought process through which she would perceive a grander thought process to her mental capacity and capability to the importance behind her mental gain and finish. The things in her mind were similar to the belief that she would use her significant thought and perplexed thought to which she would utilize and maintain her use of complete and corrective attack process through this point. The point that would ideally be what she could utilize to the directive.

Directive being the extermination of these foolish beings, Jojo could only use so much against this being of fire and she would duck down once more. Her opponent having that fire flow out from over her head, as she would release her vines on this individual. She would find herself being flowed out from the disruptive and casual flow of the natural wonders. Her eyes watching the fire flare out, as she would struggle, “No way will I allow the fire to catch me.” She would say as her vines shot directly through the legs of this woman, penetrating and driving through that woman’s legs and bones, destroying that body for its bones that related to Jojo’s experiments with this individual. Her attack was sustained, her destructive ability flowing from the vine as it latched and would fling from there on up and around this woman, as she would lift. Soon to pulverize this person with a great many attacks in this individual, such attacks that all perpetuated and disintegrated this individual, into that which quite decisively shows the terrifying death by fire in a person’s own rank. The attack that would make fire destroys fire, as she would widen her attack range.

Her thought process led her to thinking, and to which she would ultimately find a way to destroy and kill this person; Jojo would only smile and with it effectively fulfilling her own natural order of calming thought process. This person found a dagger driving itself into that heart soon after as she would feel the splatter of blood from this person’s heart flutter out as she would only look out. To blink in the manner as she would smile and manner her mental thought, as she would run repeatedly through the place, as she would find this person falling to the ground with a direct confrontation of a deadly prospect of concentrated thought. Jojo would only smile though, her mental capacity coming through her moment to moment and effectively flowing from place to place as well. Only Jojo could use her mental capacity to some manner, as she would pop her neck and try to fortify her skills to the utmost effect, as she ultimately had to manage and partake in the gains and losses of her own usefulness. It was something from a long time coming that would gradually try to become something quite unreasoned in this place of destruction and utter absolute death.

The dramatic styles of killing someone thoroughly had never crossed her mind until now, as she would move through the final rooms of the building. Her eyes watching and formulating the pathways of what she could ultimately formulate her mental capacity to that of an absolution in the matter of days in which she would ultimately find her way through the night of nights, the day of days, the end of the beginning as it were. All of this formulated into that which completely opened up to Jojo as she entered the main research lab. Jojo herself knew that she could ultimately maintain in her mind and decisively entered the knowledge and formatted belief that one could always trust and maintain in useful serenity. She would watch the woman she had just stabbed spill a pillar of oil and fire, the oil rushing down onto her body, as Jojo would watch that fire captivate that body into a destructive force. Jojo noticed and maintained this form, as she would quietly notice a death that was captivated by fire. Jojo would only smile as her eyes watched with a consecutive formula to which she would notice and ideally perpetuate herself over.

Jojo found herself searching through the very different formulations of different aspects of her mental stability. She could only usefully use her matter of words so many times in her line of thought and momentary process of dynamic fighting capability to which she would understandably suggest her mental consultation to prescribe and utilize her useful deceptions of mental and formulated capacities in a single and utmost description of decisive battle plans. Her own useful and thorough concept of understanding portrayed and mentally came about with a very significant view of standpoint behind that which she could understand as something she could always maintain in some manner of being. This very great and outstanding individual had ultimately sent her so many grand vibes for training and sent her into that of what she could utilize to a degree of momentary belief and select knowledge of ultimate and prospective understanding.

Jojo kept at it thought, her mental correspondence to the ultimate and formulation of mental understanding that she would completely and utterly maintain herself to the aspects one could maintain and utterly simplify a grand and average simplification and utter usual thought process to one own modification. She read over all the documents, maintained the knowledge that could be gained from doing something like that when it came to the very destruction and momentary finish of their own mental corresponding game and thoughtful delicacy of destruction. This ultimate sacrificial and momentary turnouts and destructive thought process to their own usefulness. Jojo knew so much of the clan already however when she read these papers, the destruction of one’s own body when their seeds were ripped out, their life forces were exponentially linked to their own body’s growth hormone control. These papers proved ultimately grateful to their own prospect of usefulness. Jojo knew only a little compared to the scrolls that represented what would exponentially force her to think on and utilize their own corresponding presence of the sensual prospect of being a Zassou. It was the personal beliefs that were in the way though, as Jojo foreseen in the papers itself.

Jojo would frown when looking over these files, her eyes looking up and over with a purpose behind her useful crisscross to something she would never know something in which she would prospectively use her enhanced and momentary beneficial mindset of understanding and wonderful conscience behind her own self-esteem. She knew little yet as she read these papers, her knowledge grew. “So all subjects over the past few years have lost their memories due to the procedures? This only shows that one cannot believe in the terrifying aspects of a place like this. Initially something like this can only show how a threat can be made. No wonder I was ordered to destroy this place, the more Zassou that are made, the more mindless terrors that are made and used to fight in the war.” To Jojo she could just find that it was morally wrong to make mindless and memory lacking soldiers that just ultimately provide no guidance to the war that happen to appear quite deceptive in nature too. It seems that only a few have kept their memories and yet as it seems only one subject lost all memories as well that seemed to happen to be a direct descendant of Jojo.

Jojo understood very little about this matter. Her mind was blown as this was while she would create a posture and momentary guidance software of a thing that ultimately appeared and denied itself to the fullest abilities. To which Jojo would appear having only understood so much of the low blows and this would be one of them, as she would utilize the momentary passage of thought process and guidance systems of mental concern, as she would hear something snap underfoot. A matter of decisive thought and process began to form in her mind as she would notice what had broken was a vile. A flask as she would whirl around, the person standing at the door was her mother and two beings instantly appeared to the sides of Jojo. She would look side to side seeing two of the first experiments aside from herself in this manner of moment and perplexed belief in something she would ultimately use to her fullest extent of the word. She knew very little in such manners yet she would perfect and mannerly maintain in her utilization of momentary mental stability, as she would notice who these two were while looking at her mother.

Jojo’s eyes widened as she saw the vines string her up, wrapping her arms up and her legs, lifting her up into the air as she would widen her eyes and look around, “What, what are you doing?” She would question as her eyes peered at the two and then to mother who happened to be dressed in lab coat stained in blood like these two. “Well it is time for your monthly check up and was wondering just how you got in here without alerting any of the guards.” She would have a sick smile on her face, something Jojo just was not used to when it came to her mother and Jojo was frightened. For once in her life she was afraid she would not be able to live another day with these people holding her tightly with the holds of their vines while she would look at her mother has perfected form. Jojo knew little of her mother, yet she knew enough to tell that this just was not like her. “I must have not done well enough if I was to be caught like this then, granted I had the facility layout to fall back on.”

Jojo heard the woman laughing, or rather cackling, as she would see her nodding, “That you did my little Jo that you did. So what brought you here if it weren’t for the dreadful checkups because clearly you were avoiding detection and killing all those poor doctors when you came around as well?” Jojo would shake her head, “I came because I was asked to destroy this facility and kill all the researchers.” She would reply her orders firm and her belief strong in such natures, as she would only grimace when she felt a vine groping her as her mother seemed to disapprove as well. Her mother’s vineyard dance shooting directly through the man’s head soon enough for Jojo to see his name tag reading Dororo before he fell to a crippling death, Jojo about to fall before she noted the other person, the woman she knew all too well as a bunk mate named Himikata take up the slack. Jojo understood the will to please, it was one she knew all too well as she would look at her mother and shake her head, “You will die mother, you and everyone else hear will be buried beneath the rubble of the bullshit you all hold sacred.”

It was then that Jojo would feel the slap to her face, the slap of an angered woman smacking her face, as she would feel the blood flowing down and dripping as she would only smile and with a conscious thought, she would smile. Allowing her sleeves to open up and allow kunai to cut her arms free, “Too slow,” Himikata would say as she used the vines for Jojo’s feet to boulder slam Jojo to the ground. However, it was a slow gesture for the strength, as Jojo would already have thrown the two kunai directly into this woman’s gut and chest. “You were too slow Himikata.” Jojo then moved her face to look at her mother directly, gripping a single syringe she would look at her mother and smiled, “I will cut you dry mother, cut you dry from the very fact that you would have done the same to me.” Over the course of the next thirty minutes Jojo had constructed and utilized electro therapy to keep her mother from using her vines, the one weakness her mother had ever had at all while Jojo would cut her mother apart with the syringe, cutting every vine out of her mother and watching her decay to death, “Die. It is what you deserve.”

Jojo went on though, placing her many paper bombs onto the main building’s pillar of alignment before rushing out of there she would watch the place crumble. The rubble shaking and the entire building were becoming nothing but a crater fallen in on itself as she would bless the earth to keep it held and the sky to make foliage cover it quickly. Jojo was not a completely religious person, but a connection to all things made something futile and utterly complete in the moments that she could understand at that time. “Mother… Why…” And the nights that followed were a brand new set of nightmares that flowed out of Jojo, her directive finished and yet her mental stability further from the aspects of the full truth. What will become of Jojo now that she wiped out the links to her mother, what will she do with her bloodied soul that may not live to see the next light of the full moon, only time and healing can predict this without a helping hand she cripples herself in suffering.

The days passed, the moments of the nightmares coming to rest while Jojo still had her personal ghosts to deal with from the accidents there in folded between them and ultimately she would find her mental capacity formatted to adjusting her knowledge around all things known. It was such a thing as knowing one who could perceive the death, it was another to know that you have killed but will do it again, which left Jojo with a great many questions. Is she a killer or an ally of justice? Her mental notes of such things all led to the fact that she was neither of these things. She was a puppet formulated and used by her elders as they saw fit and now she would only have to keep this up, to become a true warrior and a true puppet of the council. Her feelings, her dreams, her hopes, all of it had to become one with serving the higher powers and her mother’s death only strengthened the fact as those too weak to serve will turn on themselves. To become something far more dangerous and evil that Jojo herself could never admittedly do not believe in her in becoming to the utmost of her knowledgeable gain. She opened her eyes and a new day would spring forth for her, her body moving with the utmost of jovial knowledge and gain to the aspects of knowing where such a road may take you. Jojo herself knew not where this road would lead but where it would end up on the other ends of the far spectrum of her life.

Jojo opened her eyes from this dream, shaking herself free of its hold, as she knew it was not real. Her life was not that of a warrior nor would it ever be as she looked about the tent, the sun high while her body drenched in sweat. She needed a place to bath sometime in the future, that much she knew for certain and now was as good as any right. Actually, Jojo walked out of the tent with eyes looking around the entire place curiously with a pondering sense to her. Indeed, such a time as this was necessarily a good and bad thing, her face revealing her like and dislikes for the morning weather that much more in its own residual way. Her body moved with a very calm ease and urgency to itself as she popped her neck and continued on. It was a special circumstance to have had such a dream she believed, but not special enough for her to understand what it meant. That much was positively clear to her and for that, she would do well to remember how to not offend others as the dream slowly slipped from her mind and she sighed heavily from her lips, never wishing to holster another dream in her wake again. “God that dream was terrible… and for the life of me I can’t remember a single detail about it.” She merely went of her own sweat and the amount there was to judge how bad of a dream it was, her eyes no longer red from crying herself to sleep the night before as she stretched herself out blatantly.

Notes ╡ The spoiler has the dream
Word Count ╡ 12798

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Finally after about 30 minutes of baking in the hot sun and finally forcing himself out of his sleeping bag, he woke up, throwing his torso upwards, trying to gasp for air. The heat from the sleeping bag heating the air trapped within exponentially because of the sun was unbearable. He gasped for air, almost choking on the fresh air that he really needed. “I’m awake!” he shouted after he was able to breathe normally. He unzipped his sleeping bag and stretched out, closing his eyes while he did so. He yawned aloud and at the end of it mad a “nyuup nyuup” sound with his mouth, eyes still closed. When he finally settled down, he realized that there was something going on. The stream was no longer steady, rather it sounded like water was dripping into water. He turned around towards the source of the sound.

It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening, as he stared blankly, not even a surprised or lewd reaction, just a blank stare, until it finally clicked. Right in front of him was the naked green-haired beauty that was travelling with him. His eyes widened and then he turned away as quickly as possible. He went to his backpack and got out his clean towel and threw it in the direction towards the naked girl. He shuttered at the thought of what was about to happen, but the situation was unavoidable. “I’m sorry, I’m really, really sorry,” he said trying to dampen his punishment that would no doubt come once she was completely dressed. He died a little inside, prophesying his future, death. Death was written all over. That or it was lots and lots of pain. Well regardless, it would most likely end terribly for him. “I’ll just stay turned this way until you’re ready to go,” he said facing away from the general direction of the tent and the naked woman.

OOC NOTES: 323 words

Modified by Rien, Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

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While bathing, Jojo had found that her ears were shrouded by the water she bathed with. Having a cleansing feeling over her body as the water ran down every pore of her skin and the elegance of just allowing her figure to feel refreshed aided in this as well. It was a great thing, the water being warm yet cool at the same time. The air made it feel much cooler when she was standing out of the water. The spring that shot water out she had opened a hold up higher to allow the water to shower down, almost like a true bath from the real world. It was difficult to say but she felt more at peace here now that she thought about it in a kinder and more easy sense. She however found that soon she was being spied on, but not by anyone in particular.

However a person she expected more from when it came to a situation like this one to which her eyes immediately rounded and confronted when the towel was thrown at her. Her eyes narrowing as she wondered just how long he had been standing there, staring at her perhaps or anything else. Her trust with him dropped relatively low, even thinking on how to relay and defeat him for doing something. However, she tormented by taking her time since he was turned to her, as she dried herself and walked out of the shin-deep water before putting the white cloth armor of hers back on. Once doing that, she smiled, looking at his form shaded in the sleeping bag. “Sempai, please stop hiding there. I am decently changed.” Once he was actually out from the tent, he would be open for her to get in from behind.

She knew that he knew he was going to be punished but how was her decision. It was there that she would smirk and with a smile she came close, hugging him from behind as she whispered almost too seductively into his ear, “Please wait right here just like this for one second.” Letting go of him then and pulling her staff from her back without making a sound allowed for her to “t-off” and she hit a “hole in one” or so aimed to do so directly aiming her stave into his gonad. Enough force to break her staff in half. “Never peep on me again, Ero-sempai.” Would be all she had left to say at that time.

Notes ╡ Broke my stave
Word Count ╡ 415

Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.

MP: 100%

HP: 100%

[Kumori]

Kumori HP: 100% MP: 100%

"In order to live, I will continue to fight. In order to retain my humanity, I will continue to destroy those who mean to harm my friends."

Maybe throwing the towel was a bad idea. Maybe he should’ve just turned around and went back to sleep. He would’ve avoided a lot of pain this way, but hell hind-sight is always right… As he waited for her to finish changing, he stayed in his sleeping bag, huddling as much as he could, trying to keep his body from pain, despite the intensifying heat of his lower body. Oh goodness was it getting hot, insufferably so. Sweat began to coat his legs. Fortunately, she had him get out of his sleeping bag. Well, maybe it wasn’t as fortunate as he thought, because he was beginning to realize that something terrible was about to come. Even if this was an accident and he literally only caught a glimpse of her naked back. After he stood up and still faced away from her, she hugged him from the back. “please wait right here,” were said to him. The end is nigh, repent now he thought “I didn’t see anything! I just…” too late.

Thwap. If any other man was watching, they’d have scrunched up and have reacted with a painful “oooooooo.” Ryuu’s eyes rolled back, showing only the whites of his eyes. He fell forward, grabbing his groin. The snap of the staff was surprising, but what was more surprising was the damage taken from the cleric. Ryuu was no tank, so there was nothing to stop the staff from smashing his precious jewels. He began rolling on the floor, hoping it would soothe the pain that he just endured. After a few minutes, he stopped rolling and laid there in the same position of his roll, clutching at his jewels as they were still tender and hurt. Before he could get to his inventory, he realized that his health was beginning to recover, a lot faster than normal. This was because of Jojo’s Reactive Healing she had casted earlier on him. He sat up, finally, on his butt, turned away from the woman. “To be clear… I wasn’t peeping,” he let out weakly, still affected by the strike to his manhood. “I just gave you a towel,” and said. “And isn’t this your fault to begin with? You’re the one who was taking a bath in public, and I was outside, sleeping for goodness sakes. You should’ve seen me before I woke up!” he exclaimed. He felt he was wronged, and rightly so. He made no mistakes, but his attempt to show chivalry was met with anger and pain. He got up and threw his pack off to walk down towards the cliff where they climbed from the day before. He needed time to cool off. He was angry at her for doing something like that. He had left his pack and only kept one of his daggers and his throwing knives with him for safety. He didn’t even put on his armor. He simply wore his shirt and pants and stormed off, partly to walk off the pain that was lingering, the other part was to stop himself from yelling at his companion. He needed to think and meditate, hoping it would help him cool off and stow his anger. He sat atop a rock, as he overlooked the cliff onto the expanse that they had come from. “This is what I get for saving her,” he muttered to himself.

OOC NOTES: 561 words

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.