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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 11:30 pm
Whatever Happened to the Two Tailed Demon Whatever happened to Drago. Whatever happened to the man that was meant to save the world? Whatever happened to the last known warrior of the shinobi generation. Whatever happened to the man that was supposed to change the world. Has his dark dealings finally went to the end of the world? Whatever happened to the man who touched so many? Whatever happened to him..had died along time ago....As the world approaches to see the man the myth the legend....Drago could be seen for the last time. Drago's body could be seen at the end of the forest. Were there has been seats or everybody to enjoy or at least look at him. As in the forest there is impenetrable darkness. Were all the stars and moons could be seen. six Stars illuminate brightly over the sky. As if they were the only thing that could be seen. There just seems to be so much that he hadn't done..He held your hand through all these years..and now he's leaving...
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 5:35 pm
 Two figures slowly made there way towards the forest entrance. The two had ran from Hidden Fantasy to the funeral site, which is why they where wearing odd clothing to this demention. Time had seemed to stand still for the two as the expressions they where seemed to be graved in, not changing. Blank stares. So many questions where running threw the younger females mind as she saw the body laying there. She stayed a few feet away from it, now standing next to the first row of chairs. 'Why isn't he waking up. His body wasn't destroyed so he should be fine, right? Can we really die, not being reborn or return from the after life,.. ' She thought while sitting down on one of the chairs.
 Her whole body was shaking as she continued to stare at the body. She has seen many body's in her life, most of them she cut open and killed herself but none of them she knew or cared for. They never had a face to her. But seeing Drago not moving, knowing he would never come back,... It made no scene to her. She felt like a child again, being 10 years old when she had first met the dead male. 14 when she saw him die for the first time and 15 when he came back. She just always thought he would always come back. 'Looks like we will have to visit him in Fantasy just like Bone, Dex, Kronan and Kazama,... ' She thought while with a heavy sigh, still trying to gather her thoughts together. The lights in Fantasy would be very helpful once this funeral was over.
" No one else is here yet,.." She said while glancing back towards Ryuko with a fake smile. " Usually we are the ones late for these events. Makes you wounder who will make it." Matsuri said while looking back towards the body. Maybe a zombie thing.
Ryuko could only shrug her shoulders as she listened to Matsuri speak. The older female with still in shock over the news. She wasn't going to cry or feel upset over the death however there still that 'what the hell happened' feeling that lingered inside her stomach. Her face showed no emotion, not wanting anyone to think that she was giving him pity. To her Drago was one of the very few people that she had respect for and would never give pity too or look down at him in any way. Walking towards the body she held out two flowers which she picked from Hidden Fantasy, a white and black rose, and place them on the side near the body only to turn around and sit next to Matsuri. "Mr Eden speaks out of turn. He's a bad example, and will have no cakes today for the party,.... Shhhh." She said while watching the body as if waiting for something to happen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:10 am
Seven members of the Angra Mainyu, all dressed in their attire of long black cloaks, hoods up to conceal who they were, all almost casually walked towards the Funeral in a close to arrow like formation. The lead member, raises a single gloved hand and drops his hood, revealing his features as he gazes through the goldenrod sunglasses. "It is a sad day, when you watch an old friend lay dead, is it not, Kazekage?" Crius asks, motioning to the body as he brings a single crimson eye that could be seen through his glasses, to gaze upon Matsuri and then slide to look upon Ryuko with an equal combination of coldness and pity. The other members of the Angra Mainyu behind him, all kept their faces hidden. They did not need to reveal themselves just yet, that wasn't needed, or was it even something that had to be done for any reason. They all appeared to be staring at the ground, but once and a while, a head would shift and a single eye would be seen peering from the darkness of the hood, to look upon Drago's corpse. "You would think, after all his years. He wouldn't let something like what had happened, end him so freshly. When he has a body to come back to, and revenge to be had.." Crius chuckles as he raises his arms to cross them across his chest, awaiting a response from the two that were here before he and his group.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:31 pm
 Hedoro had gotten swept up in the moment, following many of the others that went to pay their final respects to Drago. She didn't know him very well, one more facet of her previous existence's memories that proved elusive. But she did remember being invited to his wedding, so she felt obligated to return and see him off, in a manner of speaking. She didn't know him as well as any of the others who were undoubtedly already there, but that wouldn't stop her from paying her own respects to him. She looked around, seeing that several others had already gathered. Not as many as she might have guessed, though. At least that meant she wasn't the last to arrive. She loitered near the back for a moment, and then once the others had finished their own visitations upon Drago's body, she stepped forward. She stopped a short distance from him, wondering what death really felt like. What lay beyond true death, not the temporary incapacitation that seemed so ever-present in this land? Was he somewhere nice, or not? She lowered her gaze, and bid her farewells to the one who had accomplished so much. He had found his rest, no longer would he be called forth to battle to the death, no longer would the affairs of the nations call him into action. he could simply rest.  Tamao strode forward through the forest, still scarcely able to believe the news. Drago, the legendary Sannin, the Nibi, the wielder of the Tokijien, had fallen. Not in a vast, earth-shattering battle, but in ambush. This sort of an end did not suit him at all, she still remembered how sorely she had been tested when she had crossed blades with him. he had won that battle. And in her mind, she had kept that memory burning, the idea that there was a master of the sword further along than she, someone she could chase after, strive to surpass. But now, now he was gone. She arrived at the clearing, and saw his body, laid out to rest. This was a hallowed place, a solemn event. She removed her mask, tucking it away for the duration of this event. She stepped forward, to pay her final respects to the one who had beaten her. Looking down at his peaceful expression, she wondered if he was satisfied with his accomplishments, or if there were any matters left undone. he was leaving this world far too soon. She bowed her head and remained silent. There were no words she had to give, for the one who had been there since the beginning, for the one she had hoped to one day defeat. Instead, she could only pull out a single black rose, and set it down at the fallen warrior's side, a token of the respect she had for the man who had done so much. Stepping back, she decided to say a few words, from a rather well-known poem that felt appropriate for the moment. Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:50 pm
Matsuri could only blink in confusen as she stared up towards the hooded figures who had just entered. She never enjoyed the idea of not recognizing people at these events however stayed quiet, watching them from the corner of her eye. Looking up towards Crius she nodded her head, her way of saying hello. " You think after going to so many of these you would get use to it eventually ," She said while giving him a small smile, however continued to watch the other cloaked ones. She had never seen those type of cloaks before. Maybe a new organization of some sorts. When hearing what Crius said about Drago she could only nod her head while glancing towards the ground. The female then glanced up once more when seeing Hedoro and Tamao appear, watching the two females pay their respects.
"He'll come back for revenge one day, if not him then someone else," Ryuko said while keeping on the cold emotionless face as if thinking over something. The two had never found out how Drago died due to Fantasy being very slow with messages. Plus the language gap. It was a thought that was going to bother her for awhile. There where a few rumors going around but she decided to ignore them for now. 'My beloved will not be happy when he hears this after he returns ... I wounder what he will do when he finds out Drago is gone...' she thought with a small smirk appearing on her face. Oh the blood soon to come. " So who are your friends Crius?" She said while turning back towards the group.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 3:27 pm
 Saigo walks drago's grave, " Hey i only seen you once on that party, But some thing is drawing me to his place, So uhm, say hi to my mother and father if you see them" He walked back past the Angra Mainyu, Feels the same dark Emotion that he feld when Zero where in Hidden Moon, He stops at a tree near the group so he can listen what they have to say
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 5:41 pm
"For now. Names aren't important. But all that needs to be known, is that they are allies of mine. Fellow members of the Angra Mainyu, to be more specific." Crius chuckles, before slowly rolling his shoulders in a shrug and then turning his attention upon the member directly to his left. "Hmm. Velius. If they allow it, give them a.. Jolt of memory.." He says, with a chuckle as a male beside him nods and steps forwards, dropping his hood to reveal dark black almost spiky hair, over the spiral like orange mask that he wore upon his face, gray eyes peering through the sockets of the mask as he walks forwards and extends either hand in order to touch both Matsuri and Ryuko. Thus moving to use the Invocation: Art of Empathy in order to grant them a slight flash of Drago's death, nothing too revealing, only a memory that showed Drago as he fell to his death amidst a few other members, the reason behind his death unknown, but there wasn't a mark on him. The only other person that could be seen standing, was the one known as Joutei, or rather Android Kuroi, as he had once been known. This man, stood just behind Drago in this flash of memory, the only one still standing in this shot, while everyone else lay dead around him. Once the memory was transferred, Velius would take a step back, lifting his hood back up allowing his masked face to vanish into the shadow once again. Crius crossed his arms across his chest, as he watches this happen, of course they could not accept the brief memory, but this was a peaceful place. Nothing more, after all it was a funeral.
Another member, who happened to be holding a large drum upon his back, slowly turns and looks at Pinie with a silence about him that was nothing like serene. "You fought.. Elek yes? And you lost I imagine..." Blinking a few times, though it was unseen, this Angra Mainyu member chuckles a little to himself as a single black bug winds it's way out of the hood and crawls down his cloak a little, followed by a few more that all circled around and back up into the shadows of the hood. "Yes, I can see that. Well, perhaps you should keep in mind, to avoid the obvious traps, that such areas may grant to you..." He says, a single black and brown spider crawling out of the drum at his back and then dropping with a string of web to the ground before scuttling away through the grass into the forest.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 6:25 pm
Matsuri's left eye twitched when she felt someone touch her making her turn her head towards the male. Before she could say anything the image of Drago's body fall on the ground. A few others where dying in the background however she didn't really recognize anyone's faces. She couldn't see the way he died and being a medical ninja she hated it. 'I'll have to make sure to check his autopsy report. It has to be in Hidden Magic,...' She thought as her eyes narrowed slightly. Something was off about the death. 'That man Velius was there too....' Thinking this as she glanced back towards the male who now had his hood up. A childish smile appeared on her face as if she forgot the sad moment, only to pick up her bonesaw from the ground. " I wounder if the Spider will cry when your dead," She said while glancing towards the hooded male with the bug, but not expecting him to awnser.
Ryuko's facial expression did not change at all as she saw this, just taking a few mental notes here and there. She then turned her head towards Saigo seeing that he was standing next to a tree. She wanted to know where everyone was. "So you guys where then when he died?" She asked with a bored voice, now glancing towards Drago's body. She couldn't keep her eyes off it even though she had seen him dye a few times. But nothing like this. " Now that he's gone no one will burn me alive again.. No more party,.." She said with a sence of humor in her voice as if it was an inside joke.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:08 pm
"Dead? For what reason would I need to die.. After all, I only revealed a spider, for it would be dangerous to come here without them. They do not like being left.. Alone." The male replies, without even turning to look at the one that had threatened him. He continued to stand there, waiting for a response from the one he had begun to speak to. "Put down your weapon, Matsuri. We do not need blood being spilt at Drago's funeral. Now, you are right we were there for Drago's death. But I regret to inform you, that we, as well as a small grouping of other shinobi. Were far too late to prevent it, despite the accusations that could be going around in the future stating other wise. Thankfully, we were able to save his body as it is now. But we still cannot figure why Drago has chosen not to re-enter his body and resume his life. Given a small amount of time, we may choose to resume his interesting attempt to unite the lands under one common cause. But still, we were far too late to save him, but we did capture that little scene for you, revealing one of the two members involved in his killing. A pity, they seemed to have a decent plan, and did put up a fight, but we silenced the one you could see still alive, with his on self destruct. And ran off the remainder. I believe there still is a small battle raging not too far a from the scene of death. But that will end soon, thanks to Angra Mainyu's control." Crius says, as he smiles an almost kind smile, that warps his face into that of kindness for a brief moment before falling into a sad and rather cold look once again. "Hopefully, Drago will change his mind, and return to his body, soon. So we can assist him in his revenge." Crius says finally, as he stands there before his group, and besides Velius. As Crius speaks, Velius was casually using the Art of Supreme Truth, to carefully warp their minds, to see his way as the correct way. Nothing too serious, it was only the means of making sure that a fight did not start at Drago's own funeral,for that would be a sad sight indeed.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:48 am
Matsuri could only continue to have on her childish smile as she listened to them, fiddling with her bone saw. She hadn't planned on them taking what she said as a threat however then again her kind of humor was off. The bone saw was pointed to the ground as she heard Crius talk about the battle, tilting to the side so she could watch the male with the bug. She always wanted to see a what the insides of a bug user looked like but it wasn't the right time. 'Have to go back to Leaf after it's rebuilt. Open them up,..' She thought while glancing towards Drago's body for a split second only to turn back towards Crius, still having the smile. "Don't worry Crius Chan, I didn't mean to say it was you guys I was just wanting to open people up and see if everyone would still love them even if there insides where outside." She said in her old voice, low yet in a child creepy way. Odd but normal for her.
Ryuko stayed quiet during what the two where speaking of. She was lost in her own thoughts for now. She couldn't have cared less who killed the male who laid dead before them. Plus talking about killing people was making her feel hungry which was horrible since this was a funeral. She then stood up from her chair, keeping her arms crossed over her chest as she stood in a relaxed stance. "Dose anyone else want to say anything about Drago? The poem that Tamao did was lovely and fitting for this moment," She said, still having the no emotion in her voice. She wanted to say something but she couldn't here. People where here, ones that she didn't know too well.
[ Ah I hate having insomnia! ]
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:13 am
Hido walked into the forest, somber, his normal plotting and contemplating mood having been shot in lieu of the current tragedy that had befallen the Shinobi Nation. Who would continue the registration act? And why would the great Drago let himself be killed? His murderer must of used an underhanded tactic, a ploy, a trick, something. Hido couldn't of foreseen the end of Drago, ever. But the time came, it had actually happened, and nothing could be done about it now. All that could happen now, would be the passing of the two tails to another host and the proper use or disposal of Drago's body. He was a brilliant nin, it was truly a shame to see him go. Hido approached a small group of people already gathered standing with them to be curious of who mourns and who rejoices. His weapons remained strapped to his back, Samehada, Blutsauger, and the Blade of the Cursed Servant resting in place in their holders readied but not drawn.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 10:38 am
[I had a Dream about Drago's next post last night. Wow was that weird. xD]
"I wasn't worried. I know what has happened, and what the truth is, but for the most part I simply want to try and have known who Drago's killers are. So we of the Angra Mainyu do not need to be persecuted, upon hunting them down, and ripping them to pieces." Crius says, with a slow nod of his head as he turns it to glance back upon Hido, before looking at the two females before him once again. "We were of course, allied with Drago for the act he was making, as were so many others. It is a sad thing, to see our future crash down upon as, due to his death." Crius says, with a slow shake of his head yet again, as he now turns to finally look upon Drago's corpse, a few of the other Angra Mainyu members also turned to pass assorted gazes onto the corpse as well, looking through the shadows of the hood to view the body of one of the greater Sannin.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 3:48 pm
Hido looked around, listening to the person talking about Drago's death. Hido himself didn't know who had killed him, though if he found out, not even god would be able to help the force he would draw together to crush the person or persons responsible. Hido began to fidget slightly where he was standing, growing uncomfortable standing with his wings folded and unused. He decided to fix this, letting them grow through the slits in his robe to fold over his back, two white wings, and two black wings. He looked around, blinking as his eyes readjusted to the extra sensory perception he was granted, noting everyone in the areas chakra signatures as well as the information he gleaned about each of their special powers, any curse marks, demons, orochi powers, or weapons they had on them were revealed to him as well as any specific special trait or power they expressed, at least to a basic level. He debated baring himself at his full in honor of the great Saanin but decided against it, it would be unwise to be presented as a threat. "I see no reason why this would end Drago's plans, do you? I intend to at least attempt to draw those who agreed to the registration act together." He said, merely smiling at the group gathered.
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:10 pm
 Ryu stands there looking at people talk about drago look at his grave "........" ryu said nothing he just hope for the best for everyone they knows him better the he did. "....but if he was so great why would he let himself be killed that is a mystery for someone else to solve but something is bothering me about this."
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 6:43 pm
It had taken Sage longer than most would have expected it would to finally arrive at the location that was selected for the funeral of the last living Sanin. Sage had been to a number of these types of gathering as both an attending as well as the deceased over her time and it should be easy on someone like her, however this was not the case. Sage can not believe that it was true that someone or something had managed to better her friend, the leader of the Cool, a Sanin level ninja, and leader of the Village Hidden among Magic. Sage would find a nice place in the back to calm herself while attempting to get a handle on her racing mind. Sage was holding back the emotion that were expected by someone that had known Drago as long as she or Matsuri had. Old: 9962 // New: 146 Last Post
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