Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-25955740-20170930103049

Alright. There is a little to few issues with your post and usage of the technique known as “ Clone Technique ”. I do not believe that mere illusions have the ability to speak, I also don’t think they have the ability to do anything but mirror the movements of their creator, however, the latter can be skipped as I wasn’t able to get enough information on that. However, I asked two people that seemed to agree at the time, and not many people are around at five AM in the morning. So. I had to wing it. If my reasons are wrong or unjustified. Please contact me.

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 Wiggling her fingers of her right hand, pinky finger to index finger, closing the palm and releasing, her hand clenched and dancing within her body was the throbbing intensifying, but to her luck, she didn’t break anything and even better, she didn’t dislocate her arm. The base of her arm took the impact evenly, thus her whole arm took the damage and even her right side such as her torso as her arm did press into her—Shoulder to elbow to hand, thigh to hip to torso and the pain needed to fade; she needed to adjust. So. She curled to hide the ugly faces that were made as an unheard tune blossomed from her fingers, hues shut tight as her forehead buried itself into her knees. Thankfully, she didn’t take it to her left arm and side, that would’ve been an issue on a massive scale, if this situation wasn’t enough. Naturally, she could’ve pressed and pushed herself if she needed, but this was a drill and not a true combat situation, even if she was going to be graded.. She had always been told that doing a drill isn’t as important compared to her life or someone else’s, despite wanting to always improve or get better—Nothing was wrong with taking a small break to recollect herself before giving another try… Though. The hunters or the wolves, whatever she was attached to possibly wouldn’t give her the same treatment… After all, her father was a rather good one and all she had left of him was his lessons and his sword.   Gentle and compassionate, the considerate voice belonging to Kyo Hatake addressed the sweet tempered Uchiha within physical gestures of being unarmed and not here to fight her, but to check if she was hurt. Those keen ears of the curled up girl heard none a single hint of movement, as a female approached her with a slow and cautious pace—Shifting, Liara lifted her forehead from her knees as her violet hues noticed a lavender set of hues from an all too familiar face. Despite the sun not being up nor out, Liara had already formed the conclusion that this Kyo was a clone, as she didn’t hear a single movement, a top of this, she was going to pretend, as she was naive after all, a few other things stuck out, such as when the clone  spoke, it came from a different direction, not within the same direction at the clone itself, however, that didn’t matter. Pressing a mere smile, a bright, brilliant and jovial smile to her lips, she lifted her hand completely from her legs as she gave her attention to Kyo, parting her pastel pink lips to release a set of welcoming words; moniker inbound. “ Hello, Kota-senpai. ” She spoke in her natural cheerful tone, despite the pain that coursed and the hidden distress she may have had, she almost always held smile, even in the worst; sad, hurting, annoyed or pissed, she always smiled, it could be quite intimidating or just plain creepy—Her angles were always masked over, cheerful and kind with a naive hard-working personality. It made it hard or impossible to view her any other way but sweet and innocent. Interesting, wasn’t it? How would could be so <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">sweet <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">As she greeted, she pressed her left hand into the dirt and pushed herself to her feet, her platform sandals pressed into the ground as she motioned to her feet—Babying not her right arm, she extended it upward and stretched it out. The gloves she were made her sleeve stay, revealing not any bruise that must’ve formed, and her actions only made it seem that it wasn’t as serious as it was. However, Liara knew it may’ve been quite a bit more serious than she wished to admit—She had to bite the bullet and cope, drown at the pain as needed. Smiling expression with only the sweetness and the kindness showing, the pain was very much dancing, her lips parted once more to add a set of reassuring words. “ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m fine. I just took a nasty bump into this wall and needed a small breath. Oh hey.. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She paused for a second, her arm dropped to her side as she leant to the right and then the look, looking both around and over Kota-senpai, she was missing someone. Even with her smile, she was able to express a sense of confusion on her face. “ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">... Where is <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> Nobu-chan <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">? <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She asked, concerned lingered within her gentle tone. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">This is where Liara was quite crafty and a bit smarter than most gave her credit, she didn’t know everything, but she knew enough. Extending her right arm out to the clone, it spasming in distress, but held steady, she went to offer her hand out the the clone Kyo—Being an illusion, the first touch to it would’ve faded right through the clone. Meaning. From this point, after all this conversation, if Kyo hadn’t revealed herself. Liara would’ve been able to pin and point where Kyo was truly standing, sitting or hiding. To that. This is what happened. Despite Kyo being being hidden in a tree, and speaking, as from her understand, mere illusionary clones couldn’t speak, meaning she, herself, was talking, Kyo gave her location away. Breaking away from the illusionary clone. Liara walked to the direction of this tree that she assumed Kyo was at, considering, her voice came from this direction—She hadn’t been that far away from the beginning path of the forest. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">A good fifteen feet away, Liara had found herself at the tree, if Kyo hadn’t moved. She would’ve easily been spotted by Liara, her huge violet hues combined with a cheerful smile that almost never faltered. “ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:700;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I don’t think it’s nice to do that. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:#434343;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She said to Kyo. The moment her soft voice spoke out to Kyo, both tender and kind, a swift speed had picked up to her right as a strong sound of something hitting against a wooden surface echoed out. Both at the start of the forest, hopefully, Kyo and Liara. Even if Kyo hadn’t been there, the outcome of what just happened would’ve remained the same.

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<p dir="ltr" style="font-weight:normal;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;line-height:1.38;"><span style="color:rgb(67,67,67);font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Turning her violet hues to her right, Liara witnessed figure taller than herself, plant face first into a tree—She would’ve questioned it, but the moment she noticed the figure of the now noticeable features of a blonde male start to fall back. She dashed over to this person, leaping over a bush to make it just in time, albeit, taller meant heavier, she didn’t think about it and just reacted out of the kindness of her heart. Extending both her arms, her aching right arm and her perfectly fine left one, she allowed this six foot figure’s back fall into her palms as she bent her knees to knees to ease the impact of catching this person who seemed to be out cold, however, it didn’t work out QUITE as planned. With all her might and strength, the moment her less than impressive muscles went into force, her right arm almost wanted to give out as the pain increased and forced her arm to shake a bit, to compensate for this, she bent her knees more, being forced into a falling kneel to the ground, taking most of his fall for him under the force of his body’s weight, as she slowed his fall to the best of her abilities—Even if her arms fail her, he would’ve collapsed on her legs as she was forced to sit on the ground. If Kyo hadn’t helped, it would’ve been this way, but it seemed like Liara did it just fine. Luckily for him, he didn't have to take the full damage of the fall and not being forced to wake up with a bigger headache in the back of his skull; instand having a soft land in Liara’s lap, while his back and lower took more of the disgusting impact, just not as hard and possibly less painful than a head injury.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">Covered behind a bush, she wiggled her hands from his shoulder blades, shifting them to his head and lifting it so she could get up, she placed his head down gently—Shaking out her right arm as her right hand clenched. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">Can’t let this affect how I combat. It’s all in my head. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> She thought to herself as she stepped around the person, keeping her head low so anyone who may have been around didn’t simply see her, though, she was short, so the bushes easily hid her if the shadows didn’t, and if Kyo was around, hopefully, she did the same; they are still in the entry every area, just thicker bushes and greenery; the thickness made this area quite dim, but the forest was surely darker. Standing on the left side of the blond haired boy, a good half foot of distance, Liara simply stood next to him about two-three inches bent front to see if he was alright, no blood on his forehead, just a mark and him out cold—“ <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:700;white-space:pre-wrap;">Seemed I am not the only one running into things. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">” She whispered. Among these words, she took the moment to look at this person, she hadn’t seen him before, not at all, actually… Being the friendly person she was, it was hard to not meet everyone, meet, as in, notice every face, she was outgoing and made it her mission to know everyone. She felt this bizarre <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">indifference to this person, Because she was stationary, she used the sensory technique, sensing anything within a keeping it at sixty foot radius, anything felt unchecked or unmasked would’ve been sensed; using as a means of detection. <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(67,67,67);font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">If he had woken up at this moment, he would’ve seen a set of violet hues with a cheerful smile pale feminine face, that may have been creepy, an albino frail looking figure of a young girl that held an interesting sword and umbrella that rested on her back and lower waist—Along with Kyo, hopefully, whom had more coloration than Liara did. He would instantly be greeted with a question <span style="color:rgb(67,67,67);font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;font-weight:400;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are you okay?”