Arrival into the Spiral [Log]
Who: Hyuuga Neji.
What: Neji makes his entrance into Spiral City.
Where: The staircase and the streets next to the tenements.
When: A day or more prior, when the snow is turning to rain.
Rating: PG for now, may or may not, but probably will, go up later. XD
Open: Yes.
It had been a long day. A long, hard day. His knuckles were scratched and bleeding from hitting wooden enemies all day. But the more it hurt, the stronger he knew he’d become to overcome it, and the rush in that, in getting better every day, was always as sweet as the previous day. But it had been a long day, and he was dead tired. He was putting away something in his bag when he’d opened the door to leave the office where he’s just left his report, not looking ahead because he knew what was supposed to be there. But when his eyes focused ahead of him, after letting the door close behind him, he realized very abruptly that what was supposed to be there, simply wasn’t. His eyes narrowed. He didn’t like surprises. No ninja liked surprises. He activated his anti-illusion jutsu, but there was no change in his environment. He tried a stronger one, but to no avail. He looked back to the door, but as he’d suspected, after not ever hearing it close, the door had disappeared completely. Using his shinobi speed, he raced up the stairs, figuring he’d use the roof as a vantage point. But as he’s also suspected, the stairs just kept going on and on. It was a powerful genjutsu, alright. He stopped moving upward, then, with no other option, he began to slowly descend, finding himself reaching the bottom sooner than he should have, considering how far up he’d climbed. A powerful genjutsu, but a very obvious one.
Exiting the enigmatic staircase, he started to find an entire cityscape in front of his eyes, a huge, ominous building looming over in the center. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. He’d never before heard of a genjutsu that could cover such a huge area, but since he was getting stronger every day, he had to realize that others were too. Including enemies. The genjutsu felt amazing real even to him, he, who’s superior eyes let him see the truth in almost every situation he encountered. The buildings were all in such fine detail, unlike the slight blur of a dream-like quality that most genjutsu possessed. The further away you looked, the blurrier it got, and you could eventually break a genjutsu simply by convincing yourself it wasn’t real. And to further trick his senses, it was wet with slush and melting snow and rain, the cold water droplets keeping his senses alert to all that was around him. But the further he looked, even with his Byakugan, the more he saw. A hospital’s charitable cross symbol, to the right. To the left, he saw a field of gravestone markers and a mess of plant life just beyond them. But it was that omnipresent, darkly exquisite building in the very center that drew in the eye, as if it alone among the rest of the city wanted to be seen, noticed. Or perhaps not -- Without his Byakugan, the surrounding darkness would be a much greater hindrance, though he could only imagine what he might not be able to see. A shinobi trusted his instinct, but at the moment, even his instinct wasn’t sure what was wisest to do. The only choice seemed to be to scope out the area, find vantage points, and prepare to have to use the terrain to defend himself. He only had the weapons on him now, just over a dozen kunai and shuriken, and what else was in his bag, a few spare rations, his wallet, and his identification, and maps that he wasn’t sure he could use anymore.
By random, since there seemed to be no point in trying to weigh the pros and cons of which side of the unknown terrain to search first, he set down the path to the left, finding himself surrounded on both sides by what seemed to be residential areas. Except that, according to his senses, there were far less people in the area than there was room for. In fact, the place was virtually deserted. None of it boded well with him, in fact, he was downright on edge. But he didn’t let it show. He adjusted his pack, set his eyes on the horizon, and set off.
What: Neji makes his entrance into Spiral City.
Where: The staircase and the streets next to the tenements.
When: A day or more prior, when the snow is turning to rain.
Rating: PG for now, may or may not, but probably will, go up later. XD
Open: Yes.
It had been a long day. A long, hard day. His knuckles were scratched and bleeding from hitting wooden enemies all day. But the more it hurt, the stronger he knew he’d become to overcome it, and the rush in that, in getting better every day, was always as sweet as the previous day. But it had been a long day, and he was dead tired. He was putting away something in his bag when he’d opened the door to leave the office where he’s just left his report, not looking ahead because he knew what was supposed to be there. But when his eyes focused ahead of him, after letting the door close behind him, he realized very abruptly that what was supposed to be there, simply wasn’t. His eyes narrowed. He didn’t like surprises. No ninja liked surprises. He activated his anti-illusion jutsu, but there was no change in his environment. He tried a stronger one, but to no avail. He looked back to the door, but as he’d suspected, after not ever hearing it close, the door had disappeared completely. Using his shinobi speed, he raced up the stairs, figuring he’d use the roof as a vantage point. But as he’s also suspected, the stairs just kept going on and on. It was a powerful genjutsu, alright. He stopped moving upward, then, with no other option, he began to slowly descend, finding himself reaching the bottom sooner than he should have, considering how far up he’d climbed. A powerful genjutsu, but a very obvious one.
Exiting the enigmatic staircase, he started to find an entire cityscape in front of his eyes, a huge, ominous building looming over in the center. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. He’d never before heard of a genjutsu that could cover such a huge area, but since he was getting stronger every day, he had to realize that others were too. Including enemies. The genjutsu felt amazing real even to him, he, who’s superior eyes let him see the truth in almost every situation he encountered. The buildings were all in such fine detail, unlike the slight blur of a dream-like quality that most genjutsu possessed. The further away you looked, the blurrier it got, and you could eventually break a genjutsu simply by convincing yourself it wasn’t real. And to further trick his senses, it was wet with slush and melting snow and rain, the cold water droplets keeping his senses alert to all that was around him. But the further he looked, even with his Byakugan, the more he saw. A hospital’s charitable cross symbol, to the right. To the left, he saw a field of gravestone markers and a mess of plant life just beyond them. But it was that omnipresent, darkly exquisite building in the very center that drew in the eye, as if it alone among the rest of the city wanted to be seen, noticed. Or perhaps not -- Without his Byakugan, the surrounding darkness would be a much greater hindrance, though he could only imagine what he might not be able to see. A shinobi trusted his instinct, but at the moment, even his instinct wasn’t sure what was wisest to do. The only choice seemed to be to scope out the area, find vantage points, and prepare to have to use the terrain to defend himself. He only had the weapons on him now, just over a dozen kunai and shuriken, and what else was in his bag, a few spare rations, his wallet, and his identification, and maps that he wasn’t sure he could use anymore.
By random, since there seemed to be no point in trying to weigh the pros and cons of which side of the unknown terrain to search first, he set down the path to the left, finding himself surrounded on both sides by what seemed to be residential areas. Except that, according to his senses, there were far less people in the area than there was room for. In fact, the place was virtually deserted. None of it boded well with him, in fact, he was downright on edge. But he didn’t let it show. He adjusted his pack, set his eyes on the horizon, and set off.