Bjuu Cloak V1 - Menma

-Byond Key: A New World

-IGN: Menma

-Discord Name: antiSOCIAL

-What unique/s do you want: Bjuu V1 - Initial chakra cloak

-Why do you need this unique to improve RP: Menma has been suffering the the traumatizing events of witnesses interstellar invasion and the aftermath of the effects, the casualties and the sacrifices. In the battle against the Ginyu Force, Menma was completely powerless to assist and that weakness led to the feeling of responsibility in Raditz's death along with Nail's and Guru's. Wishing to be more of asset he called upon the power of the tailed beast inside.

-Do you have any outside activities such as school/work that stops you from being on during times of the day: No

-Now I would like you to write me a roleplay involving this rank:

08/24/19(22:48:35) *Menma(A New World) would've prepared to spar Kisiragi but Roshi had reminded them how important mediation was to their training as well. Menma straightened up, loosened and sat in a criss-cross position. As his lids fell, he could feel the weight of exhaustion fall with it. Adrenaline had been coursing through him and driving him for so long that by the time he'd finally rested in such a lackadaisical position he felt heavy. "Phew... Sitting down really makes you feel the tired.." he murmured, his shoulders relaxing, back stiffening. He found it was much easier to fall into a meditative state now than it was before, the bonds he'd created with so many and the memories coated his "shield" with serenity but something was seeping inside. A pool of red formed, it began speaking.*
08/24/19(23:01:33) *Menma(A New World) couldn't hear the gunshots over the internal conflict that was going on within the depths of his mind. The mysterious pool of red which crept into his safe haven had began to consolidate and form into something more humanoid. As he peered closer he realized in the forming face that what he saw was-- it was himself! The sclera was black, the eyes lacked pupils but the irises were a crimson shade. Unnerved, he stood in the field of his own mental landscape and backed away slowly. "I'm really sick and tired of seeing you through yourself in the wake of danger, only to get yourself nearly killed you pipsqueak! I outta devour you right now, take all you hold near and keep this body of mine safe. At least then I'd have a proper chance at survival..." it rumbled, the voice hoarse and riddled with spite. Menma couldn't quite comprehend what was happening-- he knew of the beast that lurked at the depths of his core, vaguely, the voices which murmured in times of desperate need were enough for him to recognize that, but never before had it approached him in such an uncanny shape. "L-listen! I don't know what you want but I have to do these things. If I don't I can't help the people I love and they could possibly die... That's why I'm doing all this tr-" it cut him off, gripping his throat. It'd close the distance in nearly a fraction of a second, the speed was nearly inhuman. He gasped for air, clutching at the vice grips which snared his jugular and lifted him off his feet. Outside the realm of his mind, in the space of reality there was a minor but notable change, the red aura had returned. It covered him like a slime, crept up and flared out violently like a raging flame. He was extremely hot to the touch-- under the spell of a fever.*
08/24/19(23:14:18) *Menma(A New World) "You little twerp, you think that just because I'm locked in here that I don't have any control. I LET you breathe, I give you the COURTESY of interacting with these so called fools you call friends and sit twiddling my thumbs waiting for you to do SOMETHING that isn't so miserably disgusting, but time and time again you prove me wrong Menma. Time and time again you put on this brave facade in the face of adversity but I can promise you I see right through it. I live in here, in your mind, I know what you fear... what you desire.... what you crave." it drew closer, a hot breathe caressed the nape of his neck and the grip tightened. Menma now was kicking frantically, his supply of air cut off by the intrusion to his windpipe. "So I'll cut you a deal... Since you believe that these people care for you so much I'll replace you, only for a little bit and if they treat you ANYTHING like they do now when you're a rioting monster flailing about, then I'll retreat and give you the satisfaction of a victory well earned... a victory for a battle, not a war." At the base of the creatures feet a puddle formed again, the liquid mass trickled down his legs like an ooze and attached itself to Menma's legs. The symbiotic creature continued to climb slowly up the child's leg, eating away at the manifestation of himself in his own psyche. He grew limp as the world around him became darker in shades at an alarming rate. Before Menma knew it, he'd been 'devoured' Menma's gaseous aura began to thicken, it grew in opacity and became more violent, the jagged edges like spikes that surrounded him. Menma stood, his eyes opened and what replaced calm, inviting viridesence was a cold and indifferent crimson. With little control over himself or his actions, the husk of Menma lashed out at Kisaragi.*
08/24/19(23:23:25) *Menma(A New World) was ripped from his stance, obstructed from his target by laced arms that wrapped beneath his under arms and kept him in place. Menma struggled for a moment, gritting his teeth in aggravation. A violent roar escaped and Menma tossed Launch aside seeing them both now as their enemies. With animal-like tenacity he moved to fight them both.*
08/24/19(23:48:06) *Menma(A New World) >"Surprising...." The beast avatar murmured, releasing Menma. The child fell to his back with an inaudible thud. He was coughing, gasping for breath now in conclusion to everything else. Whatever 'seal' was on this creature was loosening and the interference which came from it proved rather dangerous in implication. He could feel his vision returning, the blur soon grew more clear and he could see the slime retracing its entrance back through the seeping wound it burned in his psyche. Menma awoke from his frenzy seeing only the fact that he was surrounded by others and relatively unbounded himself. A combination of the beasts own regenerative ability and Launch's medical prowess were what caused him to be at the one hundred percent that he was at now. "W-what happened?" he manged, holding his head with a bit of pain. Based on the body language, there was a fight. Was it him? Had he done this? There was little time to think however, from what he'd retained in his sort of comatose state, Akitu had plans on fighting launch, but Menma had several qualms with that. "Akitu! Leave her alone!" As if instinctive, he extended the index and middle fingers of both hands, crossed them and formed a perfect replica of himself... When did he? Didn't matter, not now, he'd dwell on it latter. Nonetheless, now was the time to protect Launch.*
08/24/19(23:48:56) ~~Skill Emote:Splitclone~~*Menma(A New World) "Shadow Clone Jutsu!"*
08/25/19(00:00:18) *Menma(A New World) breathed heavily, extremely exhausted by over use of his energy. He fell to one knees surprised by the sudden sporadic technique that actually happened to save him in the fight. "D-don't you DARE attack Launch again!" he murmured, falling to his rear. His body was changing drastically and it was all thanks to this ridiculous demon which lived inside of him. He couldn't be sure if it was a blessing or a curse anymore.*

08/27/19(00:02:22) *Menma(A New World) found an area secluded from the rest of them. His last attempt at meditation, deep meditation had ended in an awful scene, corruption and violence were the results-- to refrain from that and ensure the safety of others, he distanced himself. He took a seat in the lush grass, it was moist and fertile soil, notable by the way it absorbed the weight of his pressure... almost reminded him of home... home.. His mind traced back to the decimated Yahiko village and the damage caused by the alien invaders and their lack of decency. It kindled a rage within him which sparked his state of meditation. ------------------------------- Menma was falling again, a world of darkness was illuminated by a single spotlight flared on him. It was invasive and harsh, forcing him to squint to dilute some of the light. He fell further and further down the proverbial rabbit hole, time, reality, space, the continuity of it all in this realm was skewed by the creature inside. He'd entered the land of the beast and the voice that met him echoed with a coy sacrilege and a presumption that was all too close to the mark. "So, the sheep has run to the wolf for protection now... despite the fact I may not be what I seem. Here to ask for power to protect those so-called 'friends' of yours" a guaff that was both insulting and repugnant filled the vacant space with sound. Menma landed on his feet in a puddle of water and for the first time in ages came face to face with the cage, a giant several hundred meter tall gate of steel with a peculiar spiraled insignia plastered to the face of the lock. "Or do you come to blame me, resent me, chastise me from refusing to lend you aid?" Paralyzed with envy, fear and indecisiveness, Menma remained still. He wanted to formulate the right sentence, to convey his emotions in a way that wouldn't disrespect the canine with abrasiveness, but could be empathized with as well. --"Have you ever loved something?" It was the first semblance of an argument he could come up with. A stagnant air was between them now, still and dead as they awaited-- the fox had said nothing in retort but in its eyes there was a flicker of compassion born from the remnants of some sacred past. Menma felt he had a string to pull on here, a friend to make. "You don't have to answer, I just want you to hear me out. If you've ever loved something-- assume you have-- do you understand the feeling of what it's like to lose something? to be trapped or imprisoned by the chains of weakness or fate, powerless to help others or even yourself?" The anecdote refereed to the cage in which it resided in as well, a homage to the loss of freedom-- that same freedom Menma felt he was being robbed off. When he grew closer to the cage, arms outstretched, he was snatched, ripped from his place by fervent claws holding at eye level. "DON'T COME TO ME WITH SE-" it recoiled, the outburst rejected by a torrent of willpower surging from the child. Menma's physical figure quaked with tension, apprehension and desperation. "NO! You don't GET to just cut me off, you know exactly what I'm going through because you're in here watching it! Now I know you may hate me, but I can't do anything about that but try and rectify the mistake and right the wrongs! If we're going to share this space you have to trust me and I you-- and you have to believe me when I say that I NEED your help. Without it, that village of people back home will be a pimple on the back of an elephant in comparison to what these people are going to suffer from..." Tears welled in his eyes, to many this was a sign of weakness but in truth it was that empathy he held so tightly onto. The unadulterated love for all and the spite he felt towards the tyrants and dictators that demanded they be suppressed beneath their murderous thumb. It fueled him with an unrivaled indignation. "I'm not asking that you become my close mate, hell if you want to continue and try to eat me or ruin my life after this it's fine-- I feel that's all I can do to repent but just this once be reasonable, adhere to some form of camaraderie and find it in you to help me... I cant save them alone... and you know as well as I do that my will won't yield. Think about it-- if I perish, we both do." His closing statement left them at a stalemate. A wicked snarl rumbled from shadows depths but Menma was not ostracized-- had he reached the beast after all? Spheres of red closed and the giant fingers uncurled to release the adolescent who fell with a splash. "...You're sickening, the way you treat them..." the words weren't ill-tempered but remorseful, almost as if the beast pitied him in his state of dismay. They remained tangled in a mute duel of spirit before it spoke, a husk rasp resigning. "Don't think I'm going soft-- I just can't have you dying before I get the chance to eat you myself." The memorable and all to familiar fog of red seeped between the bars forming a pool of what appeared to be liquid that enshrouded the child's feet and worked upward. "You may have a portion of my energy... I'll give you but a fraction but it should be enough to grant your uselessness a hint of worth." The energy was thick, malignant and malleable but the numbing fog dulled his awareness-- not in terms of sense but of morality, a loss of control in the face of power. He'd managed it, managed to quell the indifference even if only temporarily. "Thank, you, thank you so much F- er... Actually, I don't know your name." Whatever inquiry to identity he'd had set off some defensive mechanic in the beasts psyche. The eyes slit and it roared, lashing violently in the cave to plant fear. The message was received. Menma awoke again in the center of the island, but his appearance had changed. Shrouding him was some form of 'cloak', a pool of energy shaped like an anthropomorphic silhouette. Long, bubbly claws quivered and extended past his arms, his feet held claws as well like that of a large canine creature. Most notable however was the difference in power, a scale that far usurped whatever level he'd previously achieved. With this... with this he believed he could fight.*