Dissonance
Luna's Luna
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[x] This Plan Secretly Aims to Kill Ami by Feeding Her to a Sky Squid. (Don't Tell Hazou!)
Marked for Death: A Rational Naruto Quest
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- naruto rationalist romance armageddon is looking better and better damn you kishimoto explosions everywhere explosives solve everyone if in doubt surrender to the mercy of zabuza it seemed like a good idea at the time looks like a really bad case of being a jōnin my god. where does the lore end? precommitting is the winning plan screaming in kagome screw the rules i have explosives something bad might still happen sometimes you gotta sociopath stabby zabby subsection c of paragraph 9 should include we can weaponize this so hard
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This genjutsu technique calms a panicking target down for one minute by placing the target in a relaxing meadow --the jutsu "pushes on the target's imagination" to fill in the details that would allow the target to deem the meadow "safe and comforting." When this technique is cast on a non-panicking target, the target is largely unaffected, other than some reports of slight drowsiness and mild lethargy.* This technique requires sustained eye contact between the caster and the target. This calming effect is a continuous, fragile effect and can be disrupted by a mild slap or a sudden noise of moderate volume. If this technique is broken before the end of the effect, the caster is afflicted with the moderate consequence "migraine headache."
*note: this effect was reported from the Nara volunteers and should be treated with skepticism.
Edit: just remembered that Mari has a similar jutsu that she occasionally uses to blast Kagome with a "calm down" effect.
Alright, so the genjutsu part of the rules document says that the mechanics are out of date, so I tried to go by the ninjutsu one instead. Still probably wrong, though.
Minimum Total Strain: 46
Minimum Total Chakra Cost: (46/5) = 9.2 chakra points per round (genjutsu means sustained effect)
| Type | Attack? | |
| Effect | 1 to AB | +10, +30, etc |
| Duration | 1 min | +60 |
| Durability | 1 | +6 |
| Range | 0 (Caster's Zone) | (+0) |
| Casting Speed | Standard (Seconds) | (+0) |
| AOE | Default (Single-Target) | (+0) |
| Dis | Breaks Painfully | (-20) |
| Clear+Straight Path | (-10) |
Minimum Total Strain: 46
Minimum Total Chakra Cost: (46/5) = 9.2 chakra points per round (genjutsu means sustained effect)
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Voting belatedly closed.
Edit: Warning up-front: your hair still isn't long enough to braid. That is a long-term project unless you find some way to supernaturally accelerate hair growth (go for it--you'll make a fortune given likely long hair is to suffer damage from explosives, Fire ninjutsu etc.).
Edit: Warning up-front: your hair still isn't long enough to braid. That is a long-term project unless you find some way to supernaturally accelerate hair growth (go for it--you'll make a fortune given likely long hair is to suffer damage from explosives, Fire ninjutsu etc.).
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It also has "military applications".
In combat, cause your enemy's hair to rapidly grow out in front of their face and blind them.
Noumero
Omit Needless Words
Can we spend a Fate point to have it be grown unnaturally fast due to a sealing failure? Maybe with some narrative drawbacks where in quiet moments it starts whispering us riddles with answers that are maddeningly wrong in ways you can never quite put your finger on, whose wrongness is so insidious it divides people akin to a Scissor Statement, ensuring that seeking outside input would secure you nothing but the enmity of whoever you reached out to, dooming you to a choice between lonesome intellectual frustration and subtle alienation from your social group? I'd go for it.
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Emstar
The Shining One
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- Trapped in an extradimensional rift.
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Oh wow.
Excellent. We're right on track:
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Can we have a cheap hair growth training jutsu in the public library?
I mean, Jiraiya used his hair as a weapon and Tanaka Yoshi's ancestor made a chameleon jutsu. Having your hair grow faster can't be that hard.
Also two other training jutsu, so a 'useless' hair growth jutsu seems safe enough.
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Something something, tinkering with human biology, something something distant screaming in Kagome.
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Don't worry, other jutsu play around with physics.
Nothing bad can happen here.
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This should be MfD's version of "There is no war in Ba Sing Sei." x3
Edit: I just realized something. One of Leaf's clans contributed a root that has major anesthetic properties --I think it's fantasy morphine, or a rudimentary version thereof. Well, until Leaf's hospital learns when it's proper to use it, verus when something more mild will do --which will probably happen through trial and error, unfortunately --there are going to be a lot of cases of morphine addiction. Maybe we can figure out how to help with that?
It'd be vaguely connected to Noda's character arc, anyway. I'm actually still kinda hopeful about her redemption arc. I mean, I don't think she's hit rock bottom's basement yet --not trying to be cold, but you can't change without wanting to change and rock bottom's basement is usually when that happens --but... still. She's a fairly successful technique hacker (in that she's done it at least once with a usable product and didn't kill herself), so we know that she's not intellectually stupid.
I don't know, I guess it's just the distant hope where you see someone gifted who's going through some hard times and you hope that they pull out of it. Maybe she doesn't have the tools? Or maybe her motivation is shot. I mean, from her perspective, Hazou (Mr. Save Everybody) tried to recruit her, but then she messed that up, too. Just like she messed up with drinking, just like she messed up and lost her apartment. Noda messed up so hard with Hazou that even he decided she wasn't worth his time and effort. And that can lead to a "well fuck him, too!" attitude, which can lead to her spiraling down even harder. Just kind of breaks you heart, you know?
I don't know, I guess it's just the distant hope where you see someone gifted who's going through some hard times and you hope that they pull out of it. Maybe she doesn't have the tools? Or maybe her motivation is shot. I mean, from her perspective, Hazou (Mr. Save Everybody) tried to recruit her, but then she messed that up, too. Just like she messed up with drinking, just like she messed up and lost her apartment. Noda messed up so hard with Hazou that even he decided she wasn't worth his time and effort. And that can lead to a "well fuck him, too!" attitude, which can lead to her spiraling down even harder. Just kind of breaks you heart, you know?
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There is currently a plan being considered to have Haru begin investigating the Yakuza. We could then start taking them over and leave us in control of the supply of fantasy morphine.
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It would also be good to do that collaboration with the Yamanaka where we research psychology with the goal of putting people back together instead of taking them apart. That will be very helpful if we get an opioid epidemic in Leaf.
And honestly, considering what ninja lives are like I'd be surprised if we didn't get an opioid epidemic.
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We're not sure what the Yamanaka's relationship with the Yakuza is like, though. That said, I'd vote for a plan that has us coordinating with the Yamanaka to help mitigate this.
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I expect ninja to be most heavily affected (as a percentage) by a potential opioid epidemic, so it shouldn't be a problem even if the yakuza and Yamanaka don't like each other. We can just work with each of them separately.
Ninja are frequently injured, and thus likely to be introduced to opioids. They go through traumatic situations all the time, and it's probably less common to find a ninja that doesn't have kind of horrible trauma they would like temporary relief from. Furthermore, ninja are more likely to have disposable income than civilians, and therefore be able to afford drugs.
Overall, I think the Yamanaka will see a lot of value in working on it once the epidemic gets into full swing. One way we can provide value is recognizing the problem before it becomes an epidemic and starting to learn about it at that point.
Cariyaga
Handsome Gentleperson
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Surprising exactly 0 people that know her, and 0 people that have heard rumors of her.
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- The state of Paranoia
*insert screaming at appropriate volume and intensity here*
Emstar
The Shining One
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- Trapped in an extradimensional rift.
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INNER MMKII: Hmmm. Her ability to create anticipatory tension seems to extend to our world to some degree.
Back away slowly.
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It's okay, life and inspiration can be a little weird sometimes. Take as long as you need to.
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Chapter 368: Dodging the Question
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"I play The Fallen Cherub Screams," Hazō said, placing down the card with a weight and finality fit to punish Ami's overwhelming hubris. One could only push one's luck so far. "Your Exterminator is now at the end of a doomed timeline. I'm removing it from the board."
"The Exterminator uses Emergency Temporal Shift as a reaction to retreat to the last branching point," Ami said as if it was obvious.
Hazō smirked, though Ami, of course, couldn't see it. "Oh, no, you don't. I sealed off the past with Timequake"—he glanced at the Continuity Stack—"three years ago."
"Interrupt by Player Three, third card from the left," Ami said. "True Love's Kiss: automatically escape from any sealed space, then remove this card from the game."
It said ever so much about Ami that she would go to the mental effort of memorising the state of the board and the contents of her hands (in sequence) in order to avoid going to the physical effort of getting up. As Hazō pondered his options, she lay on her back, gazing in fascination at the rain streaming down the frozen air above them.
"You really want to blow True Love's Kiss on saving an Exterminator?" Hazō asked. To him, using a trump card to save a horde-grade minion was like using a pre-village era painting as kindling. He didn't like the implications.
"It was only ever an illusion anyway," Ami said dreamily. "You know, a target on one of my Hot Springs infiltrations once tried to woo me with a scroll of Lightning Country fairy tales—an unexpurgated edition, of the kind forbidden for export. There was a story about a sage living in a castle made of glass hidden on the peak of the highest mountain. I always wondered why someone would build something that tempted fate so much."
The flow of the conversation had reached the right point, Hazō judged.
"Hey, Ami. Can I ask you a question?"
"People often do," Ami agreed. "What can I do to make you love me, Ami? Why are you still alive when my husband is dead, Ami? Why is everything on fire, Ami?"
"My question for you is this," Hazō said. "If you could have anything you want, but you don't know what you want, what do you take?"
"Everything," Ami said without hesitation. "How could there possibly be any other answer?"
Uninformative but fair, Hazō reflected. Thinking about it, he'd be very disappointed in the kind of person who, when told they could have anything they wanted, kept their ambitions narrow.
"Player Five's turn," Ami said. "I play the first card from the left on your Primal Progenitor in the underground layer. Lance of Lengthiness: target cannot move or use abilities while this artefact is in play."
Hazō silently cursed. Player Two did have Deva Invasion in his hand, but he was saving that as an offensive move for when he could tie down her Chakra Golem Guardians. That meant letting her have free run of the underground layer, and if she'd already drawn the Drill Pendant…
Ami bounced to her feet, a foolhardy action given she was fairly tall and air domes traditionally weren't. "Feeling hungry yet, Hazō?"
The Yabai Café's finest creation sat on a low table off to the side. It looked like an ordinary apple strudel. It smelled like an ordinary apple strudel. It sounded like an ordinary apple strudel (which is to say it didn't make any sound whatsoever, something one couldn't take for granted with Yabai Café food). It was terrifying. Hazō would have called it a lie if you told him a mere foodstuff could have a jōnin aura, but it was a fact that his hand started shaking in anticipation of certain death when he so much as thought of reaching out for it. After an initial back-and-forth (no, the guest should have the honour of the first bite; no, the person who bought it should have the honour of the first bite; no, the girl should have the honour of the first bite; oh, so this is a date then, Hazō?; etc.), they had decided that the first bite would be a consolation prize for the last player out. It had brought true passion to their battle of wits.
"Player Six's turn," Hazō said. "I play Chaos Brand on Player Seven: roll the dice to assign the target of your next card randomly. Since we're above the treeline, I can play it according to sky rules, meaning you take no damage, but you also don't get to roll for resistance." And that made a time element ability, followed by a space element artefact, followed by a mirage element art. He could cash in that partial combo now, or if he could manoeuvre Ami into completing the full set without her noticing…
Best to keep the conversation going, then, before she had a chance to analyse the board.
"I've been worried about Keiko lately," he began.
"You and everyone else," Ami said. "There's only so much of this a sane person can take. We've got the Yamanaka on board now, but the Ino-Shika-Chō have weirdly little experience manipulating public opinion on a village scale, and I don't know how much time we have. Keiko's been doing a lot of mental training recently for Snowflake's benefit, so that helps, but there's only so much you can insulate someone in her position from the outside world. Trust me, you do not want to see a Mori snap. I don't suppose you'd consider committing some more treason to take attention off her? Pretty please?"
"I only commit treason on my own schedule," Hazō said. "Which is to say never, because I am a loyal Leaf ninja, and the very idea is insulting."
Ami sighed. "That's how it goes. A lifetime of loyal service, then you cross one teeny little line, and suddenly your local tinpot dictator's telling you your life hangs by a thread."
"That bad?" Hazō asked sympathetically.
Summer disappeared. The air dome turned to ice, jagged and black with hatred. The rain itself froze in place where it touched the surface.
"Who in the Abyss is she to look down on me?" Ami hissed. "A woman who only became clan head by selling out her own sister. A warrior who's not strong enough to protect the village and a diplomat who throws away what could have been her second strongest ally in the world. A figurehead who got the hat handed to her by the clans without ever having to lift a finger. A jōnin in her forties, and what does she have to show for it? What does she have to hold up against what I've accomplished at nineteen? Why does someone who's paid as much as I have for genius have to plead for her life before mediocrity?"
The cold disappeared as abruptly as it came.
"This is my life now," Ami said. "But more importantly, you were talking about Keiko."
"I was." Hazō resisted the temptation to rub some warmth back into his limbs. The chill was just a product of his imagination, after all… right?
"I think one of the pressures on Keiko right now is that her loyalties are being stretched three ways. She's a Gōketsu first and foremost, but she's also a Nara. There are tensions there, since while we're technically allies, the Nara aren't exactly on the closest of terms with us for completely arbitrary and unimportant reasons. But she's also a KEI coordinator, which is a separate set of responsibilities that risks conflicting with the other two. That sounds like a nightmare to juggle."
Ami shrugged. "That's what happens when you have loyalties."
"It's also something only you can help with," Hazō went on. "I have a strong suspicion that two of those three, at least, have goals that are flexible enough, and compatible enough, that we could get rid of a lot of the friction by putting them in the open. But since you're the only one who knows what your objective for the KEI is, you're the only one who can make it happen. I realise you enjoy being unpredictable, and maybe sacrificing some of that would reduce your advantage, but would you consider doing it anyway? For Keiko?"
"What are you really asking, Hazō?" Ami asked after a second. "I am not the KEI. The KEI is not me. That would be a rookie mistake. If you're asking me, then I think what you're really asking is whether my goals are compatible with your Uplift."
"And supposing I were?"
"It's a sweet, naïve idea," Ami said. "Changing the world to change humanity. The First Hokage tried that—united the clans to stop them warring against each other; introduced the village system. Clan vendettas became economic rather than military, and in exchange he invented the concept of world war. Making the in-group bigger didn't get rid of it—it just amplified its need for enemies. I think your efforts are doomed to fail, and they're doomed to fail in a way that unleashes chaos on a scale Senju Hashirama couldn't imagine."
"Does that mean our goals are incompatible?"
Ami gave him a look. "Viability aside, you're one of the very few agents trying to stop humanity from destroying itself. What am I, an idiot?"
Hazō smiled.
"I don't think you're an idiot. But I can't help noticing you've also avoided telling me what you want. So I'm going to share my theory with you. I don't think you want anything in particular. I think you're shooting for the stars because the alternative is standing still, and standing still is death. Neither of us could imagine it. But your only actual priorities are freedom and power—"
"And fun," Ami interjected.
"So if you can secure those, you'll be able to do whatever it is you want, whenever you figure out what that is. Until then, you're trying to stay dissociated from everything, to be numb to love and hate, because the alternative is being stuck with attachments. How does that sound?"
Ami gave a delighted laugh. "Oh, Hazō. Every time I think you're getting predictable"—her gaze took in the rooftop platform, the air dome, the Game of Games board with its dozen different types of tokens, and the Yabai Café cake, with its purple swirling aura of doom slowly expanding as the game drew closer to its end—"you come out with something like that to surprise me. I knew there was a reason I came here instead of Sand."
Yes. Her name was Keiko. Some things about Ami were deep and impenetrable mysteries, but that was not one of them.
"If that's true," Hazō said, "I can work with it. I'm Keiko's family and head of the Gōketsu, and neither of those are likely to change anytime soon, so at the very least, you shouldn't have any reason to work against me."
Ami didn't say anything, and went back to studying the rain streaming down the air dome.
"No, they aren't, are they?" she asked quietly.
"Ami?"
"Player Seven's turn. I spend four red mana to play Berserker's Joy on the Blazing Demon, unleashing its Almighty Conflagration form. That puts its damage value over the airship's structural integrity score. The airship board and all minions on it are permanently removed from play."
"Ami," Hazō repeated, hiding his satisfaction at the fact that she'd taken the bait and sacrificed one of her strongest pieces in exchange for an expendable rag-tag strike team. "What are you thinking?"
"None of this was supposed to happen," Ami said after a pause. "I figured at most, Keiko might eventually get a nice boyfriend, whom I'd break and reshape into a worthy husband. She wasn't supposed to get siblings. How would that even happen?"
"But it did."
"It's my own fault," Ami said. "I made light of the transitive property."
Hazō took a moment to remember what one of those was, then another to soak in the implications.
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"I don't know what I'm saying," Ami said. "Forget it. It's your turn."
The idea coalesced, bit by bit, inside Hazō. It was alien, and a little frightening, and simultaneously so obvious that he wondered how it had taken so long. It was also dangerous, in ways he couldn't quite put his finger on, and there was a strong case for burying it again and pretending he'd never thought of it. Some things could never be taken back. Assuming he'd read her correctly in the first place, and wasn't about to make an absolute fool of himself.
"Ami," he said carefully, looking into her eyes, "would you like to be family?"
"Hazō," she said equally carefully, "I have no idea what that means."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I say," Ami said. "Insofar as Ken and Yuri disqualified themselves from the label, and insofar as I have never required close emotional bonds other than with Keiko, and certainly no acceptable candidates were forthcoming, it is a term ungrounded in personal experience. I have never required family; in fact, I would have strongly preferred the absence of same. Unfortunately, I was not consulted at the stage when you made yourself my adopted brother, and to the extent that the bond is real enough for Keiko, such that even the most critical errors on your part have failed to break it, that is not among my options."
"Player Eight's turn," Hazō said, buying himself time to think. "I play Grasping Hand on the aquatic layer. Your Psychic Acrobat has 0 defence against water element attacks and drowns immediately."
"Player One's turn," Ami said. "Say, you're looking a little peaky there, Player Three.
"No, no, I'm fine," Ami insisted. "I've totally got this.
"Oh, really?" Ami asked. "I can't help noticing you're on only 5 HP after Hazō's Salt Burial got you last round. Why, if I hadn't played Emergency Retcon as an interrupt, you wouldn't even be here right now.
"I just didn't have the cards, I swear, Player One! I can still make a comeback!
"Hmm. What say you, Player Five?
"Clearly, Player Three has failed us. You must not.
"Hear, hear! There's no room for failure in the Cosmic Empire of Ami!
"Uh, yes, thank you, Player Seven. That's that, then. I play Invisible Seventh Child onto the mythical layer and immediately use its Steal Breath ability. Player Three takes 5 damage. Since that was her final breath, I get another turn."
Oh. Oh, no.
"I play the Eldritch Octopus onto the surface layer, and advance the Doom Track by one. Despite the name, the Eldritch Octopus is an earth element creature… so that's a full sequence of seven elements and seven effect types. I take a card from the greater artefact deck."
Hazō steeled himself for the horrors about to come his way.
"Oh," she added at the last second, "I also play Mists of Preservation to take the card face down. Something for you to look forward to."
Hazō shuddered and decided to put off the inevitable in favour of more significant concerns.
"But about what you were saying—"
"Hey, was that a flash of light? Hazō, exactly how well-protected is this thing against a direct lightning strike?"
"I… don't know," Hazō admitted. "I doubt anyone's ever done anything like this before. Maybe we should get down."
Ami nodded. "Guess I'll be using this now, then." She pulled out the artefact card. "False Goddess of the Bells: erase any one entity from the timeline. I choose the Cosmic Empire of Ami."
"You do what?"
"Per the rules, Players One, Three, Five, and Seven are defined as a single joint entity for the purpose of cards targeting allies. That joint entity has now never existed. Players Two, Four, Six, and Eight, enjoy fighting over who gets to eat the cake."
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Huh.