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Cosmos Quest (Naruto/Lupin III)
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FurikoMaru
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[X] From my heart and from my hand, why don't people understand my intentions?
You spend much of the rest of the conversation trying to see where the delusion ends and reality begins, and surreptitiously trying out everything you can think of.
Unfortunately, you eventually have to conclude that for the moment, you (and, more importantly, Tsuru) are fucked.
Ordinarily, the best way to release a genjutsu's hold over people who can't dispel for themselves is to poke them with some of your chakra. This causes their body to circulate energy double-time to flush the foreign chakra back out, a process which usually simultaneously disrupts any subtler attacks the central nervous system may be under, like genjutsu.
The second-best way to get someone out of an illusion is just to give them a minor wound. A small cut, a hard punch - anything that divides the person's attention between whatever it is they're hearing and seeing and what they're feeling will snap them out of it.
The chakra-injection method is considered the more refined skill, knowledge of which easily boosts an Academy student into the top half of their class. Of all your classmates, the only other person you know of who knows how to do it is Hinata, and that's because all Main Family Hyuuga learn how to do it before they even get to the Academy; it's the hole in the ground that lays out the shape of the foundation of all the best Jyuuken techniques.
These methods are the ones most commonly taught to people who have trouble suppressing their chakra, because the vast majority of genjutsu are for short-term, single-purpose use only; they are meant to last for the amount of time it takes to close the distance between you and your target and kill them dead, or to get someone pursuing you lost for the five minutes it takes for you to get away, or to cover the smell of the dead body you stashed in the wardrobe just long enough to get the chief inspector of Bumfuck, Wind Country out of your hotel room. Most ninja who don't have genjutsu as their primary focus can't manage to fool more than two of the human senses at once, and those two are usually sight and hearing rather than touch. So the small-wound method is an idiot-proof dispel for any genin.
This illusion is decidedly not short-term. After considering for some time, you're not even sure if it counts as a genjutsu, strictly speaking. Genjutsu is a way to subvert someone's perception of reality, yeah, but it works from the outside in; you tell the eyes what they're seeing or the ears what they're hearing or the tongue what it's tasting. This...
Well, let's not beat around the bush: this is, at the moment, entirely out of your league. Someone went into Tsuruhiko's head and, while leaving his memories of two friends completely intact otherwise, made him not only not know what happened to them, but not care.
You can think of quite a few people who could manage this feat, including your dad, but not many who would bother. It's not really worth the expense of hiring a specialist just to alter a teenager's memory when a threat would work just as well, unless...
Unless.
Unless.
Oh dear. There are three unlesses.
Unless what happened to those two boys is a secret someone would spare no expense to conceal.
Unless the person who wanted the secret hidden was already proficient in memory-alteration.
... unless they found a missing nin willing to work on the cheap.
You grimace. What is this, an Ino's Childhood Retrospective?
"Are you quite well, Ino-sama?"
"Please," you say, sighing, "just Ino or Ino-chan is fine, Tsuru-kun."
When the caravan stops for a break, you
[X] share what you've found with Asuma-sensei.
[X] check your genjutsu-themed memory palace for any information that may be helpful.
[X] check out Nabiki's memory. Maybe she remembers the kids. Fuck, what are their names again?
[X] take a break. Duh.
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I decided to be merciful. There's a less pleasant way this could have gone.
You spend much of the rest of the conversation trying to see where the delusion ends and reality begins, and surreptitiously trying out everything you can think of.
Unfortunately, you eventually have to conclude that for the moment, you (and, more importantly, Tsuru) are fucked.
Ordinarily, the best way to release a genjutsu's hold over people who can't dispel for themselves is to poke them with some of your chakra. This causes their body to circulate energy double-time to flush the foreign chakra back out, a process which usually simultaneously disrupts any subtler attacks the central nervous system may be under, like genjutsu.
The second-best way to get someone out of an illusion is just to give them a minor wound. A small cut, a hard punch - anything that divides the person's attention between whatever it is they're hearing and seeing and what they're feeling will snap them out of it.
The chakra-injection method is considered the more refined skill, knowledge of which easily boosts an Academy student into the top half of their class. Of all your classmates, the only other person you know of who knows how to do it is Hinata, and that's because all Main Family Hyuuga learn how to do it before they even get to the Academy; it's the hole in the ground that lays out the shape of the foundation of all the best Jyuuken techniques.
These methods are the ones most commonly taught to people who have trouble suppressing their chakra, because the vast majority of genjutsu are for short-term, single-purpose use only; they are meant to last for the amount of time it takes to close the distance between you and your target and kill them dead, or to get someone pursuing you lost for the five minutes it takes for you to get away, or to cover the smell of the dead body you stashed in the wardrobe just long enough to get the chief inspector of Bumfuck, Wind Country out of your hotel room. Most ninja who don't have genjutsu as their primary focus can't manage to fool more than two of the human senses at once, and those two are usually sight and hearing rather than touch. So the small-wound method is an idiot-proof dispel for any genin.
This illusion is decidedly not short-term. After considering for some time, you're not even sure if it counts as a genjutsu, strictly speaking. Genjutsu is a way to subvert someone's perception of reality, yeah, but it works from the outside in; you tell the eyes what they're seeing or the ears what they're hearing or the tongue what it's tasting. This...
Well, let's not beat around the bush: this is, at the moment, entirely out of your league. Someone went into Tsuruhiko's head and, while leaving his memories of two friends completely intact otherwise, made him not only not know what happened to them, but not care.
You can think of quite a few people who could manage this feat, including your dad, but not many who would bother. It's not really worth the expense of hiring a specialist just to alter a teenager's memory when a threat would work just as well, unless...
Unless.
Unless.
Oh dear. There are three unlesses.
Unless what happened to those two boys is a secret someone would spare no expense to conceal.
Unless the person who wanted the secret hidden was already proficient in memory-alteration.
... unless they found a missing nin willing to work on the cheap.
You grimace. What is this, an Ino's Childhood Retrospective?
"Are you quite well, Ino-sama?"
"Please," you say, sighing, "just Ino or Ino-chan is fine, Tsuru-kun."
When the caravan stops for a break, you
[X] share what you've found with Asuma-sensei.
[X] check your genjutsu-themed memory palace for any information that may be helpful.
[X] check out Nabiki's memory. Maybe she remembers the kids. Fuck, what are their names again?
[X] take a break. Duh.
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I decided to be merciful. There's a less pleasant way this could have gone.
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FurikoMaru said:
THANK YOU.
I can think of ways this could be really bad, Tsuru noticing what we're doing and a mental rigger popping up to make him see the worst in us and our actions, forgetting us, et cetera. But him causing a huge shitstorm over us invading him via chakra and wounding to act on something we just decided to do spontaneously....
Oh Asuma is going to ream our underage ass and rightfully so. We've been a bad genin. This is the kind of stupid shit that keeps you from reaching Chunin. We just went into action, didn't even wait to consult him, because we worried WE would forget (according to the players it seems). Yeesh.
Also, Protagonist Confirmed. Let's hope that convinces Asuma to keep this on the down low.
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Hymn of Ragnarok said:
did we actually try to dispell it at all?
it looks like we just went over all the ways we could have tried, then decided none of them would work.
besides, i still think it was the only sensable option.
you find out you are under a mindfuck genjutsu, you try to fucking break it.
the longer you leave it, the more time it has to grab ahold, the more likely you are to totally forget about it.
tried to break it ourselves, didn't work, decided to run for help.
perfectly logical and reasonable, assuming we are even capable of telling sensei about it, and that that doesn't just infect him with it.
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[X] Hey bossman, think I just got hit with some kinda memetic genjutsu. Caught it from Tsuruhiko there. Not kiddy genin genjutsu either, I can break that shit. Either that or my mind is going in my old age, because I totally forgot the names of two kids Tsuru just told me. And I don't forget stuff like that.
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iamnuff said:
No it was perfectly stupid reaction.
You COULD very well have set something worse off, you find something of this scale you report it to your superiors FIRST because they are more likley then you to know how to handle that kind of crap without screwing things off further.
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Why would we forget about it? We're not the ones under a Genjutsu. Also, it's a genjutsu, not a virus. We didn't get "infected" by it, and it's not going to "infect" Asuma.iamnuff said:
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Not so, and since Mom's established that her illusions are not genjustu I wouldn't be so confident that this is one, given the relation.Selias said:
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Jesus, if we're that worried about forgetting stuff, start writing things down.
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[X] Yeah everybody wear the mask but how long will it last?
"... I even turned the conversation to kunai and 'accidentally' nicked him, but his eyes didn't refocus and he didn't take a deep breath or any of the normal signs-"
"So what you're telling me," Asuma interrupts, "is that you tried to release someone - someone who is not our client - from a genjutsu, without conducting any research into why it was put on, without knowing who put it on, without knowing the nature of the delusion, without consulting with your superior officer - without so much as discussing it with the victim."
You frown. "I didn't do anything more advanced than an ordinary pulse-"
"This isn't a question of ability, Ino, it's a question of business ethics." Asuma has never looked so pissed. "What if Nabiki-san's family were the ones who paid to have that genjutsu put on? What if I put it on him?"
"But you wouldn't," you argue. "It's about his personal life, it has nothing to do with the mission."
"Exactly."
"... what, was I just supposed to ignore that someone stole part of the guy's memory?!"
"Yes," Asuma says simply.
It's a very near thing, but you manage to resist the urge to yell the profanities that spill out of your mouth. Instead they emerge in a furious whisper.
He drops the cigarette he's been nursing for the past few minutes and grinds it into the dirt. "Did you think that because you were top of your class in genjutsu you know everything about the discipline?" he demands. "The most conservative estimates state that nearly half of all illusory techniques currently in use are completely undocumented and unstudied by anyone but the people who invented them, and that isn't from lack of trying. You could have kicked open a trapdoor the caster set up and given the boy irreparable brain damage or gods know what else.
"And even if you had managed to remove the thing," he continues, "without bothering to figure out what it could be concealing, how do you know he'd be better off remembering whatever it was? What if he found those boys' murdered, mutilated bodies and went into catatonic shock until the genjutsu was applied?"
"Is it better that he should keep living a lie, thinking his friends are still alive?" you ask, glaring.
"Whether it's better or worse isn't for you to decide," Asuma's voice is even, clipped, and cold. "You are a shinobi of Konoha, paid to serve a specific purpose that has nothing to do with Tsuruhiko at all. If you can't keep your personal feelings about long-term genjutsu from clouding your judgement, I will put you back on D-ranks the minute we get home and keep you there for the rest of my tenure as your jounin-sensei."
You flinch.
"Understood, sir," you finally grind out.
"Good to hear. Dismissed."
With a sharp nod, you turn to go.
"Ino?"
"Yes?" you answer in a frostbitten tone, turning back.
Asuma lights up another smoke. "... I'm sorry it isn't what you dreamed."
You blink, and stare at him, anger blending with confusion. "... you didn't have to say that," you state, unnecessarily.
He shrugs. "No one else is going to. I thought I might as well." He casts a sidelong glance your way. "Don't expect to hear it again in hurry."
=
Well, you... aren't as mad as you were. But you could still use some cooling off before you get back on the road.
Unrolling a storage scroll from your backpack, you pull out a notebook and pen and write on one of its pages, in code, "Genjutsu on Tsuru. Two boys, disappeared in the past year, delusion possibly contagious as can currently not recall their names."
"Ino!" Menka says, bounding out from the undergrowth, dragging the corpse of a snake in his mouth. "Check it out, I killed a vampire! Think Ami'd like a snakeskin belt for her birthday?"
"What makes you think I wouldn't?" you ask.
"Since when do you wear pants?" Menka scoffs. "We're in the middle of the damn woods and you're still in hakama. This isn't the Warring Clan era."
"Oh~?" you trill, a smile creeping across your face. It's nice to bicker with him sometimes. "Well, if you think so little of my fashion sense, maybe I should make something more utilitarian from your kill - like a collar and leash."
He shudders. "Don't even joke about that; Indara would never let either of us hear the end of it."
You pull out a smaller scroll (one of the storebought ones you use to carry food; you aren't so great at seals that preserve things from rotting yet) and, emptying it of the last of the hard-boiled eggs, stick the dead snake inside. "Is it still a 'collar' if's strung with the fangs of your fallen foe?"
"... that one'd go to the judges, I think," Menka says thoughtfully.
=
You reach Tanzaku Gai an hour before midnight. An old couple snaps a photo of you as you go by, but for the most part the revellers on Castle Boulevard don't even give the carriage a second glance; traditional gold plating and flaming red paint are too tasteful to elicit stares in this town.
The Edajima mansion and dojo is in a neighbourhood that probably used to be quiet, back when it was built. Nowadays the 'mansions' on either side are a mahjongg/massage parlour and an apartment complex whose occupants swear so fluently and so loudly that Ami winces.
Considering the surroundings, you aren't at all surprised to see that the Edajima School of Turtle-style has over two hundred pupils.
What does surprise you is that someone dragged them all out of bed (their own or someone else's) to bow to Nabiki as she descends from the carriage. You notice more than a few poorly-suppressed yawns, and at least one of the older students is unsuccessfully trying to hide the fact that he's holding up his pants with one hand.
"WELCOME, NABIKI-SAMA!"
Nabiki smiles beatifically, and returns the bow. "Thank you all ever so much. I don't believe I've ever had such a warm welcome."
And just like that, she has half the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand. You have to admit, as a professional pretender, you're impressed.
From among the teachers standing on the steps to the dojo, a man descends.
He's much broader than you would expect of a martial artist, and he's taller than anyone in the courtyard by at least an inch. He isn't old, but he's very definitely older than Nabiki. He's past the point where you could call him a young man, at least. But he's handsome, there's no denying that.
Now if only he'd smile, you think. He clearly wants to; his insides are doing the dance of Do Not Screw This Up.
Sadly, his face retains its solemn, serious look, and the closer he gets, the more uneasy Nabiki gets.
He comes to a stop in front of her, looming over her by a good two feet. Tsuru gulps beside you. Even the students are riveted, staring at the strange tableau.
"I am Edajima Hisui," he shouts, "head of the Edajima School of Turtle-style taijutsu."
Nabiki blinks.
Two of the teachers begin weeping manly tears. The student body is divided between the facepalmers, the snickerers, and the boys who're embarrassed on their sensei's behalf.
[X] 'Translate' Hisui-san's introduction for Nabiki.
[X] Fuck that, let's see where this is going.
)
-----
The world-building bullshit train has no brakes!
You guys are very kind to indulge my hijacking of Kishimoto's swag to tell my own equally-vapid stories, have I mentioned that lately? Thank you.
"... I even turned the conversation to kunai and 'accidentally' nicked him, but his eyes didn't refocus and he didn't take a deep breath or any of the normal signs-"
"So what you're telling me," Asuma interrupts, "is that you tried to release someone - someone who is not our client - from a genjutsu, without conducting any research into why it was put on, without knowing who put it on, without knowing the nature of the delusion, without consulting with your superior officer - without so much as discussing it with the victim."
You frown. "I didn't do anything more advanced than an ordinary pulse-"
"This isn't a question of ability, Ino, it's a question of business ethics." Asuma has never looked so pissed. "What if Nabiki-san's family were the ones who paid to have that genjutsu put on? What if I put it on him?"
"But you wouldn't," you argue. "It's about his personal life, it has nothing to do with the mission."
"Exactly."
"... what, was I just supposed to ignore that someone stole part of the guy's memory?!"
"Yes," Asuma says simply.
It's a very near thing, but you manage to resist the urge to yell the profanities that spill out of your mouth. Instead they emerge in a furious whisper.
He drops the cigarette he's been nursing for the past few minutes and grinds it into the dirt. "Did you think that because you were top of your class in genjutsu you know everything about the discipline?" he demands. "The most conservative estimates state that nearly half of all illusory techniques currently in use are completely undocumented and unstudied by anyone but the people who invented them, and that isn't from lack of trying. You could have kicked open a trapdoor the caster set up and given the boy irreparable brain damage or gods know what else.
"And even if you had managed to remove the thing," he continues, "without bothering to figure out what it could be concealing, how do you know he'd be better off remembering whatever it was? What if he found those boys' murdered, mutilated bodies and went into catatonic shock until the genjutsu was applied?"
"Is it better that he should keep living a lie, thinking his friends are still alive?" you ask, glaring.
"Whether it's better or worse isn't for you to decide," Asuma's voice is even, clipped, and cold. "You are a shinobi of Konoha, paid to serve a specific purpose that has nothing to do with Tsuruhiko at all. If you can't keep your personal feelings about long-term genjutsu from clouding your judgement, I will put you back on D-ranks the minute we get home and keep you there for the rest of my tenure as your jounin-sensei."
You flinch.
"Understood, sir," you finally grind out.
"Good to hear. Dismissed."
With a sharp nod, you turn to go.
"Ino?"
"Yes?" you answer in a frostbitten tone, turning back.
Asuma lights up another smoke. "... I'm sorry it isn't what you dreamed."
You blink, and stare at him, anger blending with confusion. "... you didn't have to say that," you state, unnecessarily.
He shrugs. "No one else is going to. I thought I might as well." He casts a sidelong glance your way. "Don't expect to hear it again in hurry."
=
Well, you... aren't as mad as you were. But you could still use some cooling off before you get back on the road.
Unrolling a storage scroll from your backpack, you pull out a notebook and pen and write on one of its pages, in code, "Genjutsu on Tsuru. Two boys, disappeared in the past year, delusion possibly contagious as can currently not recall their names."
"Ino!" Menka says, bounding out from the undergrowth, dragging the corpse of a snake in his mouth. "Check it out, I killed a vampire! Think Ami'd like a snakeskin belt for her birthday?"
"What makes you think I wouldn't?" you ask.
"Since when do you wear pants?" Menka scoffs. "We're in the middle of the damn woods and you're still in hakama. This isn't the Warring Clan era."
"Oh~?" you trill, a smile creeping across your face. It's nice to bicker with him sometimes. "Well, if you think so little of my fashion sense, maybe I should make something more utilitarian from your kill - like a collar and leash."
He shudders. "Don't even joke about that; Indara would never let either of us hear the end of it."
You pull out a smaller scroll (one of the storebought ones you use to carry food; you aren't so great at seals that preserve things from rotting yet) and, emptying it of the last of the hard-boiled eggs, stick the dead snake inside. "Is it still a 'collar' if's strung with the fangs of your fallen foe?"
"... that one'd go to the judges, I think," Menka says thoughtfully.
=
You reach Tanzaku Gai an hour before midnight. An old couple snaps a photo of you as you go by, but for the most part the revellers on Castle Boulevard don't even give the carriage a second glance; traditional gold plating and flaming red paint are too tasteful to elicit stares in this town.
The Edajima mansion and dojo is in a neighbourhood that probably used to be quiet, back when it was built. Nowadays the 'mansions' on either side are a mahjongg/massage parlour and an apartment complex whose occupants swear so fluently and so loudly that Ami winces.
Considering the surroundings, you aren't at all surprised to see that the Edajima School of Turtle-style has over two hundred pupils.
What does surprise you is that someone dragged them all out of bed (their own or someone else's) to bow to Nabiki as she descends from the carriage. You notice more than a few poorly-suppressed yawns, and at least one of the older students is unsuccessfully trying to hide the fact that he's holding up his pants with one hand.
"WELCOME, NABIKI-SAMA!"
Nabiki smiles beatifically, and returns the bow. "Thank you all ever so much. I don't believe I've ever had such a warm welcome."
And just like that, she has half the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand. You have to admit, as a professional pretender, you're impressed.
From among the teachers standing on the steps to the dojo, a man descends.
He's much broader than you would expect of a martial artist, and he's taller than anyone in the courtyard by at least an inch. He isn't old, but he's very definitely older than Nabiki. He's past the point where you could call him a young man, at least. But he's handsome, there's no denying that.
Now if only he'd smile, you think. He clearly wants to; his insides are doing the dance of Do Not Screw This Up.
Sadly, his face retains its solemn, serious look, and the closer he gets, the more uneasy Nabiki gets.
He comes to a stop in front of her, looming over her by a good two feet. Tsuru gulps beside you. Even the students are riveted, staring at the strange tableau.
"I am Edajima Hisui," he shouts, "head of the Edajima School of Turtle-style taijutsu."
Nabiki blinks.
Two of the teachers begin weeping manly tears. The student body is divided between the facepalmers, the snickerers, and the boys who're embarrassed on their sensei's behalf.
[X] 'Translate' Hisui-san's introduction for Nabiki.
[X] Fuck that, let's see where this is going.
)-----
The world-building bullshit train has no brakes!
You guys are very kind to indulge my hijacking of Kishimoto's swag to tell my own equally-vapid stories, have I mentioned that lately? Thank you.
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Whoops. Missed that.Torgamous said:
Ahh.. both of the options look good. Damn you, Furiko!
[X] 'Translate' Hisui-san's introduction for Nabiki.
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Selias said:
how would we even translate? ("psst, he likes you")
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[X] Fuck that, let's see where this is going.
Also,
Also,
Fixed that for ya.FurikoMaru said:
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FUCK YEAH! I was worried no one was gonna get that. ;D
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