Daydream [Training]

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Code:: [b]Poison Name:[/b] Chakra Virus [Byoukin no Chakra]
[b]Rank:[/b] B.
[b]Poison Description:[/b] The Chakra Virus Poison is a poison developed by Konoha's medical facility which is actually a variant of the Chakra Virus. This is one of their most unique poisons created from the endangered Water Lily's in the swamps of Mist Village and dousing them with a diluted version of the Chakra Virus. This is a highly special poison for many reasons, one of which is because the poison has its own unique chakra network inside each of its particle's nucleus, and it being capable of siphoning the chakra from it's host. This is done by the molecules within the virus hooking their synthetic chakra network onto another and slowly leeching the chakra. But this poison has no dangerous qualities except for eating chakra.
[b]Solid State:[/b] A very uncommon state of the mixture that is non existent with the exception of its liquid state being somehow frozen.
[b]Liquid State:[/b] In the liquid state of the Chakra Suppression Poison it has the appearance and composition of light-blue water. When heated the liquid state of the poison transitions to its gaseous state. It produces no scent which makes it incapable of being inhaled. When ingested this poison immediately latches onto the chakra network in the chest area and spreads throughout the body. The same method applies for blood contact as well.
[b]Gaseous State:[/b] In the gaseous state of the Chakra Suppression Poison, it has the appearance of a thing light blue mist. This is a very light mist that is easily dispersed and manipulated by common forces such as the wind. However, its direction can be determined by the way the user emits the gas (Ie; Poison Breath). In this state it can only transition to its liquid state by condensation and collected in water. In the gaseous state people can become inflicted by the poison by inhalation and absorption of the skin.
[b]Poison Effect(s):[/b] Drains the Victim's Chakra.
[ Post 1 / Turn of Infection/Injection/Continued Effects] At this stage their are no physical symptoms as of yet. During this the poison is beginning to make its way around the persons body while preparing to latch onto the person's chakra network. During each post after that the person loses 10CP for each of their posts until they are either cured or have only a few CP to sustain their survival.
[ Post 8 / Effects] At this stage the target has now loss 40CP from their chakra pool and now feels fatigued. The poison is now neutralized in this post and the target is relieved of it's symptoms.

As the day drew to a close and the evening sun began its slow descent, growing more deeply orange by the minute, Getsugakure no Sato was flooded with warm light. The few civilians that remained on the main thoroughfare - mostly stall vendors closing up shop - paused to take in the majesty of such a simple event. Some twenty feet above everyone else, stretched out on a sun-baked rooftop, the beauty of it all was not lost on Uriko Nagase. Those who had encountered her knew her to be cold and cruel, an unflinchingly devious woman. But that did not stop her from marvelling as nature itself continued to amaze. Humans were so proud of all that they had accomplished yet high in the sky above was the daily reminder that the universe had managed something far greater and more spectacular countless millennia before them. Not that the kunoichi would ever make so little of what the human race were capable of. Her own prowess on the battlefield and in biomedical studies was alone proof of that. Not to mention overcoming the debilitating injury. Uriko felt marked by it, but not necessarily in the natural sense. She no longer felt as weakened by it as she once did, nor did the nefarious chakra within frighten her so. Now it served as a symbol of just how capable she truly was - and a warning to all those who mistook it for frailty. However, the woman was not proud. More than anything, her empty shoulder was a constant reminder, a legacy of bygone days.

Tap. Tap. The sound of her nail on the flask was strangely satisfying to the young kunoichi. Something about the particular 'clink' made her feel like a true laboratory scientist. The liquid substance inside however, was not quite as happy. It began lightly bubbling, before the pockets of air grew larger as they burst, coming more and more frequently. The beaker began to quiver in Uriko's hand. She wrapped her other hand around the base to steady it, before a loud 'pop' echoed around the otherwise silent room. To the frightened girl, this all seemed to happen in slow motion. As the bottle top began to squeal she had immediately glanced around for the nearest desk. By the time to cork popped out, she had already left the flask and darted under cover. For a moment, it seemed to hang in mid-air, totally unsupported. It was like a magician had rigged the whole thing. Uriko's miniature fantasy was burst as a resounding crash signalled the beaker's demise. Peeking out from her hiding place, the young kunoichi grimaced at the mess she'd made. Before she even had time to grab a broom, short sharp footsteps came rapping on the hard floor from outside the room. The door burst open and a middle-aged man entered. Uriko took a deep breath and slowly stood up, trying not to catch the man's gaze.

There was a brief silence. The newcomer was the first to break it. "I leave you alone for two minutes, Uriko. Two! He exclaimed, walking swiftly over to the nearest cabinet. It was labelled 'cleaning'. As he returned with a mop, a dustpan and a brush, he surveyed the damage. "Did you even take the proper safety precautions?" He sighed, sounding as though he already knew the answer. The girl stayed quiet. The man shook his head in despair and set to mopping up the liquid. "No use crying over spilled... huh." He paused, crouching to inspect the substance. "What is..." He mused, reaching out to touch a small drop. "Don't!" Uriko interrupted, rushing to his side and clutching his arm. Her expression was quite alarmed. The man, however, stayed perfectly calm. "Thought so." He sniffed, before straightening up again. The young kunoichi let go of his arm. "I didn't give you permission to go messing around with toxic substances, Uriko. You could have done yourself a serious injury." He chided through pursed lips. "I know, Tobo-sama. And I know you keep saying how lucky I am to still be whole. Considering." She replied dutifully. The two stared at each other, unblinking. Jiro's mouth twitched and try as he might, soon broke into a smile. "Well if you insist on doing these stupid things, at least let me teach you the correct formula for this one." He said, rolling his eyes as to say 'if I must'. "It's a very specific chemical, you see Uriko." He added. The young woman looked sheepish and smiled in return, before hurrying off to find more glassware and ingredients.

As she drifted lazily from her daydream, it took Uriko some time to notice the small vial being twirled between her fingers. "When..?" She croaked, her voice unused for so long it had gone dry. Licking her lips to offer them some moisture, she cocked her head and gazed into the pale blue substance. "Huh." She muttered, pausing for only a moment before slipping the glass tube back into a hip pouch. Quite without warning, a sudden chill caught the very base of her spine and worked its way up to the tip. The gentle breeze kicked up something fierce and the kunoichi lifted her hand to shield her face. "Feeling... nostalgic?" A voice echoed, in almost ethereal tones. It felt sinister but somehow distant. The gusts died down and the tiny sand particles settled, allowing the woman to lower her arm. She had heard the voice, or whatever it was. It had been so faint she doubted her own mind. It could just have been the wind, but - "Hajiro?" Uriko murmured, glancing across at the other rooftops, all of which were completely deserted. There was silence and stillness. For a full two minutes the kunoichi just sat, sharp eyes flitting left, right, around. Eventually, she coughed lightly as if the shake herself from the nervous state. Briskly getting to her feet, she shook her head. "Fool." She muttered, chastising her own paranoia as she made her way down to ground level. There was no way he was alive.

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