And who do you think you are Running around leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts And tearing love apart,
You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don't come back for me. Who do you think you are?
And it took so long just to feel alright Remember how to put back the light in my eyes I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed Cause you broke all your promises
You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul So don't come back for me. Who do you think you are?
☠ Axis was sitting there, simply resting his body a bit. He wasn't in the mood for chatting, so he simply stayed where he was, and laid down. Soon enough, he fell asleep.
Hours later, he woke up, and the room was dark. He groaned and sat up. Once he gained his baring, he stood up and looked out the window. There was no one in sight, no one creature stirred out int he open. He smiled to himself.
"It's time to go"
((Sorry, major writer's block))
Where am I? In a back yard Can I be anymore specific? Killing some zombies and saving Edward's little @$$ What am I doing there? Killing zombies :3 Why am I there? To save my companion's @$$ --------------------------------------- 100% ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ What's my current Chakra? 12,300/12,300 Any injuries? N/A --------------------------------------- Any active jutsu? N/A Am I using any weapons? SHOTGUN Who is on my side? Edward (A.K.A Fruit Tart) Who is my target? Clickers ------------------------------------- How do I feel about this? Concerned, proud, panicked My thoughts? "Oh my God..." ----------------------------- Current inventory?: Weapons Pistol: Currently holding 2 Max: 7(4 reloads) Shorty: Currently holding 2 Max: 6 (3 reloads) EI Diablo: Currently holding 1 Max: 6(3 reloads) Shortgun: Currently holding 4 Max: 12(3 reloads) Bow (6 Arrows)
Ku didn't seem disappointed that the rock had missed one of the Eudoras. Indeed, it was only to be expected. She had already shown herself a canny player, even if her version of the games was more rough and tumble than might have been predicted. Though it seemed that she had realized the error of her ways. Did that mean she would play the games as they were supposed to be, now? A wide smile split her face as she beamed up at the group, still running toward them. "Alright then, let's have some fun!" She had nearly reached the closest Eudora by that point, so she lunged for them, on hand outstretched to give them a hearty slap on the back. As she did, she prepared to say 'Duck!' once more, this time playing the game like it was supposed to be. Admittedly, her slap might have been a bit stronger than necessary...
Regardless, she would continue to the next, to repeat her actions. That was how the game was played, after all. Unless something stopped her, she would continue going around the group, chanting 'duck' each time she reached one. That would change on the eighth repetition, however. (One full circuit, plus two more, that is.) "Goose!" This slap would be even harder than the others, but still a far cry from the force used to cause the fissure in the ground earlier. Instead it was merely used to propel her forward, running in a mad dash past the one she'd tagged, to try to gain enough ground that she could take their spot before they caught her.
Crave and desire Let it take over you, let it win The passion and pleasure Captured by it's sweetest sin
Her radiant pink hair She's completely flirtatous Her touch is divine Keep wanting her, her passion is contagious
Fall into the sickness She moves all around without hesitation Becoming my drive Your favorite disease, Your addiction
Confusion, bewildered Too strong, the temptation How did it get this far? You're hers, under her domination
In her dark embrace Under the influence of her intoxication Falling into the tempting situation Lost in her sweet seduction
She's been waiting for two days, and now she was getting impatient. Sitting on her little ice throne, she looked over the frozen volcano. She had waited so long for this Yuriko Hyuuga that she had enough time to freeze over the volcano, trapping the Suzaku clan within. What a waste. Her one leg slowly crossed over the other, and she rolled her eyes. The Hidden Federation was hers now, she was the Queen of the Federation. Oh how lucky she was. But somehow, she didn't feel too good about it. It wasn't enough, it was never going to be enough. She closed her eyes, and sighed. She needed to weed Yuriko Hyuuga out of her little hide-and-seek game, and crush her like a walnut. 'This is going to be a pain in the a**.' She thought to herself. Slowly, she rose from her ice throne.
"Yuriko Hyuuga! I now rule over the Federation, and I'm going for your land next. I'll hunt you down, and kill anyone who gets in my way. If you don't want you're people to die, I suggest you hurry your a** up!" Oasis yelled over the Federation and hoped that Yuriko heard it. With that, she scaled down the mountain and hurried off to the Sand.
Where am I? The federation. Can I be anymore specific? The Hidden Volcano What am I doing there? Walking around Why am I there? To take over. --------------------------------------- 100% ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ What's my current Chakra?56,350/56,350 Any injuries? N/A --------------------------------------- Any active Jutsu? N/A Am I using any weapons? A spear wielded by Skadi the Norse Goddess of Winter. It's Ice cold to the touch and made of an unknown metal which seems to radiate the cold. Due to this it can only be wielded for 3 turns before it must be put down unless the user has power over ice in which case their is no limit for use. Should one be stabbed by this weapon frostbite will set in immediately killing living tissue As well once per battle the User is able to invoke Skadi's influence and summon a snow storm which lasts for 10 posts. Alliance:Neutral Evil Who is on my side? N/A Who is my target? Yuriko Hyuuga ------------------------------------- How do I feel about this? Content My thoughts? "Let's see what I can do..." ----------------------------- Words Reserved
Declare war against the Federation's current Queen, Yuriko Hyuuga!
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☠☠☠Branded like an animal! xxx☠☠☠I can still feel the burn in my mind! xxxxxx☠☠☠I do believe that you made your message clear! xxxxxxxxx☠☠☠I think I'm losin' my mind, I think I'm losin' my mind!
A Man walked towards a volcano, a calm look to his face, he was fresh out of the academy… The Third time he left the academy but this was the second time he came back home just so he could train himself… Despite the fact he hates his village, he knew he needed their abilities… Their techniques… It would be somewhat funny if Kyojin did kill them by using their own jutsu, it would surely give Kyojin an exhilarating feeling. He sighed and walked towards a tree, he leaned on it and smiled… He saw Xio, he wondered how that girl is… Would she recognize him? The Rikiya she knew was now called Kyojin, "I still do miss that girl…" He said and he laughed, "Apparently I always get in a fight with a woman and I seemingly lose all the time." Kyojin muttered, staring at the red land… The Place looked like Hell but Kyojin was simply making a comment… Hidden Volcano was far from hell, Kyojin had a face to face appearance with hell already, he even has a demon in his body thanks to that visit, if only obtaining power was easier… "If that happened, this planet would already be in turmoil, no order but instead just chaos." The Narrator said, Evil appeared and so did Grumpy, "Wow… DaN that's quite surprising coming from you!" Evil said and he looked at The Narrator, DaN simply smiled and clicked his fingers together, Evil's body exploded like a water balloon and his insides splattered on everything, Kyojin's body and the voices, "Ew! Evil Entrails!" Feminine said and tried to remove the tooth and other body parts that was on her clothing. Kyojin didn't particularly care, this was all in his head, only the crazy can see what Kyojin was seeing… Hear what Kyojin could hear, "You're kill joy Kyojin..." The Narrator said scowling and he clapped his hands together, the body parts and Evil's splattered insides vanished, "Could you at least make it less messier when you're killing Evil? You're ruining my dress," Feminine said, True Owner just raised an eyebrow and shook his head slowly, he vanished and left the other voices alone, he couldn't be bothered becoming one of them… The Bastards, he had a life, he had a family, and now he just became a nonexistent being. Kyojin rubbed his head, the damn bastards were a serious headache. He simply stared at it, and with that The Narrator flicked Kyojin's forehead, "Sorry me and The Writer are in a bad mood not to mention, a certain girl hates us and so that means one thing! Me and the Writer are horrible people!" DaN said and he scowled but then he just laughed, an amused laughter really, "What is wrong with you Narrator?" Evil asked while he slowly appeared, "Well let's see… Hmmm Self Loathing, delusional… Must I go on?" The Narrator asked and he smirked as he walked towards Evil and instead of killing the voice for the unknown number of times The Narrator just pat the voice in the head… "Why so scared?" DaN asked and Evil rolled his eyes and vanished, "d**k…" Evil said as he vanish, "Now that's not nice!" DaN said and he rolled his eyes. "Now that’s a little bit on the… Hypocrite side you know," Neutral Voice said and The Narrator shrugged and laughed a little, "I been called one..." The Narrator answered and Kyojin looked around Hidden Volcano… The place… Well it looked different, "Yeah if you didn’t notice… We seem to have ended up in Hidden Ice instead of Hidden Volcano." The Narrator said, the Hidden Volcano was a frozen hell now.
He continued to go to the volcano or at least the ice mountain that It was, "What a beautiful place this has become," Kyojin said and he laughed, the moment he was able to climb the top, he looked at the throne, "I must say… If I hadn't left this place and went to the academy… I would have been a very dead person… Well I'm sure my clan is fine…" Kyojin laughed, his laughter was hard and he sat on the throne chair, he let out some cold breathe and he smirked, "You don't happen to know who did this but I have to say… I'd love to meet him." Kyojin said and the Narrator laughed, "Why are you laughing?" Kyojin said staring at the voice, "Oh that would be because, the person who did this is actually a woman." The Narrator said and Kyojin raised his eyebrows and he laughed, "A Woman did this? Well that is just hilarious!" Kyojin said and he wiped a tear that was beginning to form in his eye, "So did this woman have a name?" Kyojin looked to DaN for an Answer and Daniel The Narrator simply wondered if he should or should not answer the boy his question. "She's someone you know… Well kind of." DaN said and Kyojin raised his eyebrow wondering who that person was, "I only met 4 women… Heru, that weird girl who vanished, Xio and that girl who killed me… What was her name again?" Kyojin wondered, he pondered about it and The Narrator slapped the back of Kyojin's head, "Oasis Zappaku you moron…" DaN said and Kyojin rubbed the back of his head, he glared at The Narrator and glared at him, "You didn’t have to do that you know!" He shouted at the voice and he got off the throne and slid down the mountain. Kyojin landed on the ground and began to look for the most suitable training ground, "I'll let the volcano melt down this ice, let this… Place do all the work, I'll come back and take this village as my price later." Kyojin said and once he found his training ground, he smiled, "This place looks like a good training ground," Kyojin said looking at a frozen lake that was once made of magma, "Didn't you and Xio meet somewhere around here? And you lost your ankle in it too." Grumpy said and Kyojin nodded, he smiled a little, "Yeah… Xio was a great girl… Sad how I died because of her… I miss her you know… And I think I still love that girl," Kyojin said and he held back a tear, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath… He went to a frozen tree and leaned on it, letting out another cold breathe. "Did the baby nearly cry?" Grumpy asked and Kyojin stayed quiet, he wasn't in the mood to listen to the old b*****d, Grumpy might be old because he's really…Grumpy... Kyojin performed the needed handsign's… He hadn’t performed any of his village jutsu in a long time. A small crack appeared in what used to be the lake, steam began to come out from the crack and a large magma rushed out, Kyojin began to breathe heavily, that jutsu took a lot out of him, he coughed and he scowled, soon he punched the side of his face. He stood up, he popped the muscles in his body, and he smirked and watched the magma from the jutsu melt the ice that was covering the lake, soon enough magma once again filled the lake and the surrounding ice are liquid or steam. "Now we can train," Kyojin said and he slowly walked towards the lake. "This is somewhat… Poetic you know, you first died nearby but you also trained here… Not the mention the reason you died is because of the girl you met." The Narrator said and Kyojin looked at the voice for a second and just stared at the magma, he stood inches from the magma…
"The Place it began Is the place It will end"
DaN said and he smiled a little, he jumped into the magma and began to swim… Hallucinations didn't need jutsu… They were nonexistent beings. "What I said basically means… The Start is going to be the end." The Narrator said and smiled a little, the smile didn't look to happy, he stared at Grumpy and grabbed the grumpy voice by the nose, "What the hell DaN?" Grumpy said tried to get the Narrator to let go of him, and the Narrator pulled harder and Grumpy simply vanished. "Oh come on!" DaN said and he sighed again.
"Stop fooling around, we have to train…" Kyojin said and performing the needed handsigns and soon he stepped on the magma, the steam created by the ice and magma touching each other was blurring Kyojin's sight but he didn’t mind it, in fact… This will make things much, much more challenging, and Kyojin needed to push himself, he's been slacking off and all he has done is die twice… That isn't exactly something a person should be proud off. Then again he did accomplish something not exactly easy….
...Don't know how much I can take☣☣☣ ...Secret thoughts inside me wake☣☣☣xxx ...I've lost what was within me☣☣☣xxxxxx ...Oh sweet insanity☣☣☣xxxxxxxxx
The Technique
Word Count - 1,482 x 2 = 2,964
13k - Total Chakra
Remaining Chakra - 13k
Bought: Magma Walking - 600 Chakra/Words [x] () Magma Spit - 700 Chakra/Words [x] () Magma Clone - 700 Chakra/Words [x] () Elemental Immunity - 600 Chakra/Words [x] ()
The Quote of the Voices: Stare into the darkness... Become the monster... Let it all out Am i with a possible target(s)?:Nope Am i losing control of my Fragile Sanity?:Nah still sane enough.
Edward would put the book down, seeing Axis had fallen asleep. Edward sighed, taking a moment to yawn, before sitting down. He would gently lean back against the wall, closing his eyes. After a few minutes, he would sleep too. Some time would pass, and he would awaken, finding Axis still asleep. Getting up, he would get back to searching the attic a bit, finding little of interest, before pushing the ladder to the attack down, with the trap door opening. He would descend moments before Axis would wake up. Edward having all his things to himself, would head down and to the door of the house. He could hear no sounds outside, and could only mean they had dispersed, at least he hoped. Edward, continuing to listen, would grip his revolver, opening the chamber and replacing the used bullets from earlier with new ones. He would then open the door and move to leave. He glanced back up towards the attic in thought, uncertain if he would go back and get Axis. Could he really trust this man? Well he had trusted him with catching the boy earlier... Edward felt the need to get on the move still, though and if Axis wanted to come, that was fine. If not, too bad for him. Edward looked out in the distance to where Axis originally had been leading them. it was as good a place to go as any. May as well. Sticking around here won't get me anywhere.(2x)
☠☠☠Branded like an animal! xxx☠☠☠I can still feel the burn in my mind! xxxxxx☠☠☠I do believe that you made your message clear! xxxxxxxxx☠☠☠I think I'm losin' my mind, I think I'm losin' my mind!
We all love flashback sequences! Hell We LOVE Memory Sequences that’s why a lot of people love the Assassins Creed Series… Well maybe not a lot but the point is… This is a story that me and The Narrator are writing up because we need more than ten thousand words… That's right. 10,000 Words and this is something I have never done before… So Deal with it! Anyway here is the story of the Beast Seal, the Red Wolf…. Enjoy….
It was clear that Kyojin is tempted by power, his greed is what drives him, and his madness just continues to feed that greed, but his rage… His Rage is his most dominant trait… That might be why he became the Avatar of Wrath instead of Greed, if he was the avatar of two sins… Greed was the close second… Kyojin had an encounter with a special creature many, many hours before he reached Hidden Federation, that creature granted Kyojin power of a beast… The Red Wolf, the seal of the dawn, but it wasn't easy, nothing was easy for Kyojin and nothing in this world was free… Kyojin had to face this foe before he can even get the power of the Red Wolf. The Wolf growled at Kyojin, possibly sensing the demon dormant within the man… Kyojin just watched, his katana unsheathe, he missed Kyoki… He'll be sure to recreate her and this time better than ever… The Wolf pounced at Kyojin and yet Kyojin wasn't able to parry or dodge it, the animal was faster and stronger, Kyojin was surprised as it tackled and pinned him in the ground, its claws dug into his arms, he dropped his Katana, he smelled the creatures breathe as it opened its mouth and moved closer… It smelled of flesh, maybe from older victims? A Victim before Kyojin? These questions was something not very important because Kyojin was its next meal, maybe it was by luck… Maybe Fate still had plans for Kyojin because when the Wolf got ready to bite Kyojin's jugular and drown him in his own blood, Kyojin possibly by pure instinct, adrenalin and of course, dumb luck, he managed to kick the Wolf off him or for a more clear interpretation of this story great… The Wolf received a knee to the stomach and he or she flew to the side. Kyojin placed his hand on his arm and he scowled, "I loved this coat…" Kyojin said and he stared at his black coat, the seal on his shoulder to his back… The Avatar of Sin was being a b***h or in this case a b*****d, he wished the demon would wake up already… Sure Kyojin can talk to Wrath but Wrath still won't give Kyojin any… Abilities… The Man was just out of the academy, so it was not that horrible, Kyojin just had to get stronger and this Wolf was beyond him… This Wolf was no ordinary wolf… If the red fur was not clear enough to Kyojin… The Wolf growled again and went for a pounce, Kyojin manage to barely dodge the attack this time, his arm was scratched… And so he scowled again, "Damn it, why do I always get in into these impossible situation?!" Kyojin shouted staring at DaN, The Narrator just laughed, "Well that’s because I'm Daniel The Narrator! The Writer wants me to put you through all this hardship and then make you stronger! Besides, you have got to learn how to fight! We got some plan for you and we don't want you to be a useless damsel in distress all the time! You got to carry your own weight! Who would want to team up with a loser?" DaN asked and laughed, The Wolf launched again but Kyojin ducked punched the wolf on the stomach, he had to focus. Kyojin ran away from the wolf who was getting ready to pounce again, he saw his Katana and went to sheathe it, short range was not going to cut it, something strong and fast isn't going to stay still for to long… Kyojin had to immobilize it but right now, he had to run… Run fast and yes it was a tad bit on the cowardly side but he had to look at things logically… He was a weakling who recently just got out of the afterlife for the second time and he met death twice now! He had no real combat experience except for training, he wasted 5 years of his life traveling and all he learned was 5 jutsu and yes those jutsu were rare but he still wasn't even able to defend against a woman… Yes she did seem to be a goddess… Maybe she was a goddess, who the hell knew? And lets not forget the last bit. He just got out of the academy… For the third time in his life, he's like repeating the same grade, that’s just very sad. Kyojin climbed a tree, and sat on the branch. "Son of a b***h, I'm screwed." He muttered and he stared at the wolf growling and circling the tree.
That was very unsettling… The Wolf probably has some sort of higher intelligence because Kyojin was a prey to this animal… What the hell was he dealing with? Sure enough the wolf tried to jump up, but barely reached Kyojin, dear god first Oasis scared him to the point of begging which was very degrading and then she blew him up… And now a wolf had him up a tree that wasn't very high and he was trapped… HOW And WHY did he have to suffer like this!? He sighed and two kunai's came out from both of his sleeves… A Single chain from both his sleeves joined in, the chains had four hooks, not very large but that didn’t mean they couldn't dig into a human skin, these were Kyojin's weapons, he wrapped the chains around his wrists and hands then he hooked the kunai to the chain, he sat on the tree branch staring at the Red Wolf. He spun the chain and it got longer and longer until finally he launched the chains right at the wolf, which was faster? The Wolf was definitely faster, Kyojin wasn't strong. But he got enough time to jump down on the wolf and tie the chains around it's mouth, just as he did that, the wolf growled again trying to overpower the human trying to tie him down, Kyojin may be weak but he wasn't going to let some strange dog beat him! He tied the chains and held it with one hand while sitting on the side of the wolf who was down but not for long… This wolf wasn't going to let Kyojin live and Kyojin wasn't going to let that happen either, Kyojin was far from mercy now and besides… He had that pulling feeling he always got, the bloodlust that pushed him to kill. The World revolved around survival of the fittest, or at least that was how Wrath so kindly put it. "Rest in Peace... b*****d." Kyojin held the end of the two chains with his left hand and a kunai slid out his sleeves and to his right hand, he stabbed the wolf on the stomach. The wolf tried to howl in pain but the chains was tied tightly around his mouth. Kyojin almost felt sad for the animal… Almost, Kyojin twisted the blade and dug it even deeper before pulling the blade out and untying the chains, he hid them inside his clothes once more and he began to walk away, If Kyojin had burned the body, his back wouldn't have had scar right now. As he turned his back, an amused laughter was heard, the laughter was deep and almost unnerving and soon it became feminine… Kyojin turned his back a woman slowly stood up, her stomach bleeding and glaring at Kyojin… "Hey look at that… We all have red hair… Red Heads must be famous these days!" Evil said stating a painfully obvious sight, "She does look pretty..." Feminine joined in, Kyojin was staring at the once wolf who looks like a normal woman… Red Long Hair, Gold eyes… Her Finger nails were long and looked menacingly sharp… [b["You know… That Hurt's…" The Woman spoke, a voice that sent chills down Kyojin's spine and that wasn't sexual… That was fear, how many women will scare him?! Is he going to live his life afraid of women?! "And b*****d isn't the right word for me… Think b***h," The woman said walking closer but maybe she was teasing him but she was doing it slowly, one hand on where he stabbed her… Maybe she wasn't healing…. "Are you a werewolf?" Kyojin asked, what the hell did he just ask? The Woman laughed again and she shook her head, "Well I can't say for certain if they exist… But I am not a werewolf and I'm not a shape shifter either." She said, she was closer now, Kyojin moved back, his hand on his Katana's hilt. "Come on cutie, I'm not going to hurt you." Kyojin smirked at her and he laughed amusingly, "Nice try… The Last time a girl said I was cute… She stuck paper bombs in my body and blew me up." Kyojin said and he unsheathe the blade, he ran towards her but she vanished! Next thing he knew, his back felt like it was on fire and his coat was damaged further, he fell on his knee and dropped his Katana, he bit his wrist to hold back the scream of pain. The blood from his back sprayed a little bit on the ground, he pulled off his coat, throwing it to the side and the woman growled. "I knew something was wrong about you… You're a vessel!" She hissed and Kyojin himself growled, not as menacing as her but it was enough to show, he was not amused and he was not happy… He just received a scar… A Pretty painful scar at that but The Woman Wolf or Wolf Lady was not finished… He received a number of slashes on the back, she wasn't even touching his Avatar of Sin Seal. He gasped for breath and clenched his teeth, her slashes were deep but weren't that long. Maybe it was just adrenalin again or sheer will power whichever of the two, Kyojin used every bit of strength he can to pull out as many kunai, shuriken and wires he could get from his pouches in a short time before he received the killing blow she was going to give. The wires were tied to the shuriken and kunai and with dodge and throw of his weapon, he luckily surprised her with his dodge and the weapons hit her, he manage to pull out more than half of the tiny weapons he had and some hit her and the others that missed tied around the tree behind her. She tried escaping and Kyojin slowly stood up, pants and shoes, no coat or his shirt, just his bare athletic chest, now that may have been important if this was a romance and whatever twilight crap but no. What was important was Kyojin performing the needed strings of handsign for a jutsu that he had learned in his 5 year travelling and relaxation, with a bleeding back, blood dripping from his back to the ground and down his arms, flames came out his mouth and burned the woman alive. She screamed in pain and the moment the flames were gone, she was nothing but a scorched body. Kyojin fell on his knee again and he screamed in pain, his voice echoed loudly in that forest he was in, as he felt the same scorching pain he had received when he first met Wrath, his soul was receiving something again!? If his soul could talk it would be pissed, Kyojin woke up again after who knows how many hours and he placed his hand on his back, he was on a bed and he stared at the ceiling. A red headed person appeared and through his blurred vision, he saw a smirk, after a few minutes of blinking and him rubbing his eyes. The woman who he believed he burned in that tree was staring at him with a mocking smile. "Sorry but you can't kill me that easily hon." She said and he tried to sit up but he failed and laid down, he looked at his chest and bandages were wrapped around his chest and back "You're suppose to be dead!" Kyojin said, he tried to get a kunai out of his pouch but he didn't have his pouch around his wrist, "I stitched you up and tied a bandage around you, and that’s the thanks I get? Oh and I also gave you a power, so you should really be thanking me kid," She said and flicked his forehead, "You tried to kill me! And what power?" Kyojin asked, glaring at her and clenching his teeth, "My friend, its only a flesh wound… Besides! You have a beast seal now. I was testing you to see if you deserve its power and you did… You were a punching bag but you pulled through pal!" The Woman said and she smiled… For a teenage looking girl, she didn’t act like one, "Testing? You were slashing my back!" Kyojin said, he sat up and tried to grab her but her hand pushed him back, "You're still a weakling boy! You should thank me!" The Woman Shouted and slapped Kyojin right in the face, the sound of a person's palm hitting another on the face was a lot more painful and maybe this strange unnamed woman was powerful because when she slapped Kyojin. His cheek was cherry red after that and he placed his hand on it, he lay down on his side and he heard the door close, he growled. This time his growl sounded… Animal-like and he stared at the wall, the wall had a small mirror and he saw the changes in his appearance, his hair was a little bit more brownish red, and both his eyes were the same color, they were dark yellowish gold. He blinked a few times and his right eye turned red again, but his left eye was not the same… "What the hell happened to me?" Kyojin muttered and he closed his eyes, "Well my friend, you not only have the Avatar of Sin bound to your soul… You now have a beast seal!" The Narrator said, Kyojin sat up and grabbed a black kimono on the chair, he hoped to god this was the one for guys, and as luck have it, it was! He placed it on and went through the door, "Where is my stuff Red Wolf?" Kyojin said, hostility was in his voice. "Well Grumpy, have some Miso Ramen and you can leave," The Woman said and Kyojin sat on the chair and sniffed the food… That was a first… "Look at that, seems you're adjusting quite well to you're… New Seal… Abomination." The Woman said and she laughed. "How old are you really?" Kyojin asked and he ate the ramen, a little bit hungrily but he didn't care really… He felt hungry and he was eating a food that didn't have poison on it. "Well… I wonder where you're food is going…" She said with a smirk, completely ignoring the question. Kyojin's eyes widen and he glared at her, "Well thank you for taking my clothes you pervert." Kyojin said, he wondered where that came from… For godsake, he was getting True Owners… Sexuality or at least some of it, "Whoa… What a waste for that body part… A guy who doesn't like it when a woman saw his… Love Making Body Part," The Woman said and she laughed, "Thank you for the food… Now give me my stuff back and information about this… Beast Seal so that I can leave your home." Kyojin said and he leaned back in his chair, he stared at the woman hostility in his eyes, "Well Mr. Ungrateful if you really want to know… You're seal will become stronger if you prove you're strong. But seeing as Wrath is still dormant inside of you… That might be a problem." The Woman said, Kyojin stood up and grabbed his boxers and his pants, "Turn your back..." He simply said and the woman laughed again and faced the wall, "Since I damaged your precious coat, I have a spare upstairs in the room you were in… Check the cabinet,"[/color The Woman said and Kyojin took off the kimono, folded it, placed on his boxers and his pants, and strapped the pouches around his wrist and the chains around his arm. He left the kitchen and went upstairs to where he was resting. He opened the cabinet and placed on the coat, the sleeves were big enough to hide his weapons. He buttoned it up and began to walk down stairs, his back still hurt, and he did his best to simply ignore it, The Woman was by the door and he opened it, "What's your name?" Kyojin asked looking outside the home of this… Strange woman, they seemed to be inside a forest, "Call me Shiori… Good luck kid, you're going to need it if you're a cowardly weakling..." She said and she smiled, "Thank you…" He said and went out slamming the door behind him.
Kyojin walked towards the volcano. A calm look to his face, he was fresh out of the academy or at least that was what it seemed but seeing as this is the start of his arrival in the village and him learning about the entire federation being engulfed in ice thanks to a certain Ice Maiden, lets skip a few minutes later shall we… "Stop fooling around, we have to train…" He said and he removed his flammable clothes and when he finished, he jumped into the warm liquid. He was a Suzaku… Suzaku were immune to being burned and that was quite an advantage if he ever did fight a Katon User. Kyojin's left eye glowed gold and he looked up in the dark sky, staring at the stars, he sure did love stars, it was night and he was skinny dipping on a magma lake… What more could be more relaxing? "So much for training you lying b*****d..." Evil said and he rolled his eyes, Kyojin watched the bandages burn and The Voices appeared and look at Kyojin's back… "You uh… Have 6 slash wound and I think they might open up… The thread is getting-" Evil was cut short when Kyojin jumped out of the magma water feeling the thread getting burned a bit, "God damn it!" Kyojin shouted and he grabbed his new coat and placed it around his shoulder. Kyojin made it back to the cabin and that damned Red Wolf was there smoking a cigarette. "Back so soon?"
"I can't kill you so maybe that cigarette will." Kyojin said and he extinguished the cigarette with his index and thumb… "HEY! That's my cigarette!" Shiori said and she flicked his ear. "That hurt you pain in the a**… I killed you and now I'm stronger than you! Just stitch up my back again!" Kyojin shouted and he removed his coat and threw it over a chair, he sat cross legged and bent forward, "How long since you left? 10? Maybe 20 minutes and you need stitching again? Stupid idiot..." She said and slapped the side of his head, Kyojin growled and flipped her the finger. "Is it me or do I sense some sexual tension here?" The Evil voice said "SHUT UP EVIL!" Kyojin shouted at the voice and Evil recoiled and raised his hands up defensively, "Yeah sure…" He said and he lit up his own cigar, he took a long drag and smiled as he blew out the smoke right at Shiori's face, "Who are you shouting at now?" Shiori asked and she shook her head, "Nut job." She added and she examined his scars, "You know… I think it would be a good idea to use chakra and stitch it back up like that..." Kyojin suggested, "Well aren't we the picky, needy little b*****d? How and Why do you think I'll do that?" Shiori asked, "First, you're a woman. Second, you stitched up my back, and you did good… Sure I still burned it off when I went skinny dipping on magma… and Third, you don't sound like your age so you might be old and might know a lot…" Kyojin said. Two Women hit him on both side of his face… One wasn't real and the other was so very real… Kyojin still felt pain from both slaps. "NO WOMEN LIKESBEING CALLED OLD, YOU LITTLE b*****d!!!" Both women shouted at Kyojin, his ears were on fire and felt like he ruptured his eardrums, he did not want The Feminine Voice and The Red Wolf Girl… Shiori to shout right at his ears… "But you are right… About me knowing medical Jutsu…" She said and Kyojin felt something piercing his skin and putting it all together… After minutes of waiting and groaning in pain, Shiori laughed and clapped her hands together, "THERE WE GO! Now let's give it a few days and I'm sure you're scars will heal in no time at all!" Shiro said and she slapped his shoulder.
"Thank you." Kyojin muttered and stood up, Shiori laughed and the next thing she said just annoyed Kyojin. "Sorry what?"
"Go ******** yourself…" He answered back. She wasn't amused… Not at all, not one bit, she just laughed it off, because she was not going to let a pissy virgin anger her. "Well who else is going to make me feel good? Pleasure me? I need a big man… Big everything… Muscles… Power… The thing you seem to be a bit smaller in… Sure it's impressive enough but believe me… You're above average… I don't like average…" Shiori said and began to make tea and ramen… The Voices were rolling on the floor laughing… Kyojin just scowled. Looking on the bright side, he got himself another seal… Painful yes but no pain no gain! Besides… His pain tolerance was getting higher thanks to all the physical and mental damages! So no reason to be sad! "Other than the fact were ruining his life." Daniel The Narrator said and he once again laughed, "I need you to train me…" Kyojin said looking at Shiori, "Train you? Well how the 'mighty' has fallen, he now ask for my help… Why should I help a hot headed dumbass like you?" She asked and gave Kyojin some tea, "Because I asked nicely," Kyojin said and Shiori laughed, "Well… I can't resist a sad little puppy." The Two… Red Wolves? Well they left Hidden Volcano and went to Hidden Flame and then came a finger nail going to stab Kyojin's eyes, "You need more focus," Kyojin tried to transform his fingers as well but all it did was make him look stupid… Why? He looked like he was trying to let out that final hard to release poop… Shiori laughed and fell on the ground, her laughter continued and she rolled, "Idiot! I'm stronger than you!" Shiori said and she continued laughing at Kyojin's misfortune, Kyojin growled and his eyes glowed gold and he unsheathe his Katana and ran towards Shiori, but instead he used his natural honed speed to get behind her, he pulled out three Kunai and threw it at her. "You know if you get stronger enough… That should prove to be useful… VERY Useful… You become faster and stronger," Shiori said as she dodged a the kunai's that Kyojin threw at her, "Try not to open up your chakra stitches!" She shouted at him, he performed a number of handsign's and a magma rose up and tried to hit her, he dodged against it and she just smiled, "Magma Rising? Really? I'm sure you can do better than that kid!" Kyojin stayed quiet and threw kunai's laced with paper bombs and they blew up right in front of her and behind her, he ran forward sword sheathe in one hand and the Katana in the other. He got close and smashed the sheathe at her and the Katana was slashed at her but it didn’t feel like any of the moves hit her at all. Shiori giggled and felt a kick at Kyojin's face, "Nice try but I could smell you!" She shouted as her feet met with Kyojin's face, he fell on his side and rolled a bit, he stopped his body and began to performed the needed ninjutsu, chains burst out of the frozen ground and went towards Shiori. One hit her on the stomach and the other on her neck, Kyojin was surprised to see she wasn't burned, "That hurts!" She said and popped her muscles and she ran towards Kyojin and tried to kick him and she succeeded in doing that… Why? He saw her panties, she laughed and looked at his downed body, Kyojin stood up a bit and he forced his jaw back in place, a sickening and disgusting sound of Kyojin putting his jaw back in place was heard and he glared at her, "You broke my jaw!" He shouted at her and Shiori just laughed, "You're a pervert and a weakling that’s why… And because of that… CIAO! I'm out of here!" Before Kyojin could even reply, Shiori vanished with a giggle, "Fast little b***h..." Kyojin muttered…
A Few minutes later was Kyojin laying down beside a tree, snoring… Yep, he was sleeping and tired, he was beaten up today and yes he knew that he had to get off his a** but hey! Now as not the time for fighting and The Narrator and I want to make sure, I write up lots of words because I can! And because I am out of ideas… SO I SHALL SHOW Kyojin some of my work! In his dreams! Kyojin slowly fell to the world of Dreams, he saw blackness and soon a world was beginning to form right in front his eyes. "I WELCOME YOU… TO THE FREAKSHOW! The Mind of The Writer! The Fantasies… The Imagination of our twisted MASTER! ENJOY!!!" The Narrator shouted appearing in front of Kyojin, a door slowly opened and Kyojin was pulled in like what's inside was a vortex of sorts.
Come on in, come in, I shall tell you a tale of greed and madness! I am The Narrator, one who tells the tale of this creature nobody has heard of, where did it all start? Here I shall speak of his story, how he came to be what he is now… Enjoy.
In a small unknown land that doesn't exist anymore called The Kingdom of Urbus, the kingdom was amidst a war with another kingdom called Zeknos. The King of Urbus was slowly dying, and he grew tired of the war, his wife was dead and his children fought over on whoever was going to take the throne. One of the children named Daniel, the youngest of three and the most devious and one who thirst for blood, and of course thirst for power, his thoughts was ravaged with the hunger for everything, he pillaged the towns of Zeknos, he killed all that stood in his way. Daniel's actions did not go unnoticed of course, Zeknos was a kingdom of magic, and they fought to protect the land from people like Daniel who may unleash creatures of darkness who would bring upon death to all that lives. Despite his fighting skills, Daniel was prideful as well, he fought alone and with the greed that pushed him forward, he managed to capture a town for the kingdom of Urbus, his father knew of Daniel's violent ways, his greed and so he gave the throne to the oldest brother.
Daniel was not happy and so he thought of a plan to destroy his brothers and Zeknos, he told the oldest brother who was oblivious to Daniel's lying and tricking ways of a treaty he had in mind. The War would end and The Three brothers can live their lives in peace, The Oldest Brother believed this plan to be good but the middle brother didn't believe that Daniel had good intentions.
He followed Daniel on the night when the peace treaty was being signed. Daniel knew of an occult power that he could use to destroy his enemy and become the king. Daniel's pride led him to his downfall… When he came to the place where the Guardian's of Zeknos worked hard to keep Daniel and any others away from was an altar, Daniel entered and the brother followed closely behind, the alter had markings and Daniel simply walked towards it, the moment Daniel placed his hand on the altar, the torches flickered off. A figure appeared right before Daniel and promised him power and everything else, Daniel had no second thought and he invited the figure into his mind.
The creature was a demon, a rare race of demons controlling fire and darkness, insane and violent, hungry and extremely unpredictable. Daniel was corrupted and the brother who followed Daniel was killed and devoured, the peace treaty was stopped and soon enough, Daniel's dreams of becoming a king was ended, he fought for control but when he somehow succeeded, Zeknos and Urbus was no more, he stood in a bloody city, the demon's madness soon took over. He grew insane, angry, and hungrier the longer he lived.
After centuries of living alone, feeding on anything that he could get his hands on, he now has fragments of memories about his humanity, he has become the Demon of Madness, he walked in both the land of man and the land of monsters, the demon had no memory of how he came to be, was he human like Daniel? He didn't know, he simply shared and fought with Daniel for the control of this body. He took the name Helrath, the name of the brother that was killed. Helrath was the one who followed Daniel.
Helrath found his way to Oakshire after many, many years of travelling, and now he lives in the mansion, feeding on humans, on livestock, eating even other supernatural creatures if they dared to cross him… Daniel or Helrath was an abomination for both races, he was a freak to both races, yet he didn't care, all he wanted was to feed, to grow powerful… He simply waited. "Helrath now lives in a mansion filled with monsters like him… Alone and Hungry… His madness confusing and infuriating both the human ladies and the monstrous men in that mansion… It's a wonder how old he really is… Is The Demon of Madness really 9 centuries old? Or maybe he is an ancient demon, truly forgotten even his own age because of age or maybe… Madness? Never question the mind of a lunatic 'less you want to become one yourself." The Narrator said with a smile on his face… Kyojin as once again pull into the vortex and he found himself in a room…
Staring at his bloodied palm, he laughed, his laugh wasn't happy, it was quick as if someone made an amusing joke to him. He simply stared at that blood on his hand, he looked around the room he was in and grabbed the white cloth, he wiped the blood on his hand, he was doing It slowly as to void the cut he had given his hand. He looked at the contents in his table, a revolver, a half drank bottle of whiskey, bullets, a length of rope, he laughed as if he were amused again. He picked up the gun and the bullets and loaded them in the chamber, one by one, he smirked and pointed it at his head, he knew what was going to happen, he was just… Testing fate… Click… Click… The Revolver jammed… He laughed amusingly again, he had just bought that gun. The Light in the room was dim thanks to the candle, he stared at the other items in the table and grabbed the length of rope, he tied and made himself a nice little noose and tied the other end on the ceiling fan. He placed his head through the noose and climbed on top of the chair and kicked it off. He felt a moment of sweet relief, years and years of this cursed life was about to end! But he had spoken to soon. The Ceiling Fan creaked and broke, the man landed on his back and the fan narrowly missed his head. He laughed amusingly again, staring at the bottle, he tilt his head, he grabbed it and drank whatever was left in it.
Throwing the bottle to the side, the sound of shattering was heard. He stared at the open window. He walked slowly towards it, stumbling on his way but soon enough, he climb through it and stared at the streets below, it seems too good to be true… What would happen? He didn't care, he simply jumped, he felt the air touch his face as he descended into the streets below, he landed and smashed a taxi and everything went dark, no lights and no pearly gates… Just complete blackness.
Opening his eyes, he was in his bed, unharmed, he let out that amused laughter, he wondered if this was just how it was meant to be… Live in a sad, sad world and never to die until Death wants you to die… He laughed again, he wanted that release… He wanted out, he had lived for far too long and had seen far too much… The world was rotten to the core, the war just proved him right…
"Ah… The sweet sad life of a war veteran… Or Should I say… Immortal War Veteran? Living through all the war every human has created… A Dorian Gray like immortality… But if he could simply destroy his own painting… The Writer wouldn't even have a story to begin with." The Narrator said and Kyojin soon knew what was going to happen… He was thrown back into the vortex and he appeared in an alley…
"I never could explain the racing in my heart after a fresh kill… I wondered if psychopaths like me are born this way or is the world really just twisted and godless that everyone turns out so bad… I laugh at the thought of me being a 'good person' and I wonder if such a person exist… Everyone sins and nobody is a saint. Not anyone and definitely not me. I heard a scream of a man as I burned him alive, it was a lot easier when people didn't know about the existence of… 'Special' Humans, now half of them are getting experimented on by the government and some of them are killers or law breaking individuals like me… Well I'm more of a serial killer. I stare at this burned body and I calmly rolled his wedding ring between my fingers… Poor b*****d was married, "Ha! He should have been more careful if he cared about his family!" I said and laughed, I played with this red little rock I had in my hand, an item alchemist use to amplify their own powers... "Ingredients include human souls…" I muttered and stared at the stone, I saw faces of people, screaming… Were they alive or is this simply just in my mind? I was curious but I didn't care, I enjoyed my job… I enjoy being alone too… I get paid for doing something I love… He heard sirens and I walked away, the side of my mouth twitched, I wanted to laugh at the sad pathetic truth about us humans… Were weak and fragile… Even I'm weak despite my… 'Special Skills'… As I walked in an alley a woman stared at me, she got down on her knees and seemed to be praying. And she also seemed to be begging to live… "Sorry… But you saw my face." Her eyes burned out of its socket like what happens when you see an angel's true form… In that show supernatural I mean. "Believe me… Living is better than dying… At least you didn't die… But I did remove your ability to see…" I walked pass her and patted her head, she was… Crying. "Oh cheer up! You're alive!" I said and laughed in that alley, she grabbed my leg and I sighed… "Fine…" I clicked my finger again and she burned alive, her screams would have attracted attention and so I left… I truly am a damned soul."
"Now that's new… First Person in his short story… Well either way I can see this as a… Serial Killer that’s insane… One like even went third person but that's an hallucination. Think Jack The Ripper with pyrokenisis!" The Narrator said and Kyojin got ready to get thrown forcefully into a vortex.
"Jackson watched Rarity, waiting for her to see him and when she did she kissed him out of nowhere now he knew she needed rest and he wanted to kiss her… God he hated being inlove sometimes. “Rarity, Its my fault, if I hadn’t called you a slut, because of a simple misunderstanding… You wouldn’t have been stabbed by whoever did stab you… I told you after we finished that session that I love you to the ends of the earth… Not even death will keep you apart from me… If you had died… I know I would have hunted that person down and made sure he dies from torture… Then I’ll kill myself just to be with you,” He whispered and yes he was feeling morbid but he did love her… And he was well simply a loving boyfriend who had daddy issues and was also quite rich.
“Tell me you won’t ever; let Kane kiss you again… I get jealous easily, and since I did take your virtue... It means I would never leave you again… I’ll be with you for a very long time and maybe somewhere in the future… You know lets not talk about that far into the future, just rest up… I’ll be here,” He whispered and placed a soft and gentle kiss on her lips, grabbed another chair and he placed them both near Rarity’s bed, he placed his feet on the other side and had his arms near Rarity’s holding her hand, if only the bed could fit 2 people.
Some people believe Dreams are sometimes real and it could be the future. Jackson had a dream that night in the hospital, the dream was a flash back of when he was in his high school years, Jackson held a girl’s hand now this girl was his 5th girlfriend and he dumped her after… Um a week… She was creepy and obsessive, also possessive and nearly broke a girls arm just for patting Jackson’s arm, Jackson is a bit like that but he wouldn’t hurt someone just for a touch… Kane is an example; he kissed Rarity so yeah he deserved his face getting bashed in with Jackson’s fist. Back to the flashback, Jackson took her to somewhere alone and Jackson knew she was thinking of something dirty, now instead of sleeping with her, he gave her the boot, he was also wearing a suit, this girl was blonde and wanted to be a model, she said she will follow him everywhere and she will make sure nobody gets him, Now Jackson ignored her and walked away, that girl had gray eyes and short blonde hair. She was sexy but Rarity beats her on the curvy meter. Jackson finally remembered those eyes and he knew exactly… Karen Carter was after him and she meant It, the method also matched the murder’s of the other students… A stab on the stomach and chest… They bleed to death and die… She also leaves the weapon, if Jackson could talk in dreams, he cursed and took back what he thought about her being stupid, it was a question how she got in the academy in the first place, she didn’t show any talent for arts or music… Anything that Hollywood Art’s Academy would look for and the only possible reason and how she got in was… She took someone else’s place.
Jackson awoke from the dream, just when Karen appeared and stabbed him in the neck… He was happy it was only a nightmare, but sometimes people get a dream within a dream kind of business… Karen was in front of Jackson and Rarity was dead… Neck open and eye’s removed "I told you, I was coming for you… And now your slut of a girlfriend is dead because of you… Your next and you won’t even find me Jackson… I had plastic surgery, but I must say Jackson, your reputation as being a player is right… I was listening last night and Rarity sure knew how to scream… She does deserve to die… And you deserve to die in pain!" That was when she lunged and stabbed him in the gut and Jackson awoke, sweating and he looked at his stomach… He hated waking nightmares and what makes it more annoying was… Karen or whatever her name was now, had a hood over her head and it hid her face except her eyes… Jackson didn't know any grey eyed friends. Who was the killer? Where was Karen and who was she?"
"He even ruins his own love stories with violence… That's better! A Rich a*****e tries to ruin a girl's life but saves her from getting raped by three guys… They do date after a few months of being pals… So Happy ending! Because Little Ole Jackson thought Rarity was murdered only to find out that she wasn't! And then lots of sex!" The Narrator said and he laughed but the laugh soon slowed down and he rubbed the back of his head… "That. Was. Just Sad. NEXT STORY!" The Narrator shouted and Kyojin felt a kick in his stomach as he fell into the next vortex.
What happened that night in that place? Minutes before Daniel Morbus became the Demon of Madness? And became the freak he is now? The Creature embodying the face of Gluttony, Greed and Wrath? The Demon known now as Helrath Morbus. The Brother of Daniel who was eaten alive…. Here is that story now.
Daniel looked at the altar, the place looked nothing, he expected a monster waiting to rip him to shreads… He shouldn't really have expected more… If the guards were so weak, then that means. The so called Demon of Madness is a simple myth… All that lies he made just so that his older brother would create a peace treaty with the pathetic Zeknos… Helrath simply watched in the darkness, waiting to find out what his little brother had in mind… He may have tricked the eldest but not the middle child… Helrath was not easily tricked by this greedy b*****d… Daniel should have left then and there… But no he moved closer to the alter and touched the pedestal, a black hooded figured appeared, his entire body was ash black and he didn't have eyes but instead two glowing flames, he had sharklike teeth and some were even chipped… What was the monster before him? Daniel fell back and tried to run way. The entrance was covered by a sort of black thing, the torches in the room all lit up at the same time, "Well hello there human… Did you come to feed me?" The Demon of Madness asked smiling and moving closer… He sniffed Daniel and licked his lips. "A Royalty! Well then why have you summoned me? I thought nobody liked me!" The Creature didn't sound to sad, no he seemed happy… The Monster didn't even seem to care about the fact that he was trapped in that altar for hundreds of years now… "You know, I can't leave this… Place, why not let me possess you! We can be best friends forever and I can even give you unlimited power! Just let me in that human head of yours! Or I can just possess your brother over there!" The Monster pointed at Helrath who was hiding. Daniel's eyes widen with rage and he grabbed the monster, "Take me! I'm stronger! I'm not letting him take all the glory!" The Monster smiled and turned into a black liquid and went into Daniel's mouth.
Daniel felt his entire body become engulfed in fire and felt as if it was getting ripped from the inside but stitched back together all at the same time. He screamed in pain but soon he began to laugh, the pain… The Pain just made him laugh, the monster was changing him… He felt it, the pain turned into pleasure… He felt hungry as well. He didn't know why, and soon enough he calmed down, he lied down there and stared up in the ceiling, he felt… Different. The last thing he saw was his brother checking if he was fine, then everything turned black… The Last thing he heard was the screams of his brother…
He 'woke up' and saw the festival had ended… The entire place was littered with corpse, he was standing before the leaders of both kingdom… Or at least their heads anyway… Daniel looked at his arms, they were ash black like the monster he had just met, he didn't scream… Instead he laughed, it felt good… He soon began to see what he did… He killed everyone in the festival… Both kingdoms will soon fall to nothing and if it won't happen. He will just eat them all… Have himself a feast!
"Writer… Why didn't we put this sooner?!" The Narrator asked and he slapped his forehead, Kyojin was stared at Daniel The Narrator… He was to busy wondering if he's been dreaming for a long time or not… "Dude… 1 hour in dream time is like 30 minutes in real world… Not sure if that’s true because we barely even remember our dreams… That is if we even dream at all! But just watch Inception!" The Narrator said with a smile on his face. Then Came the next story!
TO BE CONTINUED
...Don't know how much I can take☣
☣☣ ...Secret thoughts inside me wake☣☣☣xxx ...I've lost what was within me☣☣☣xxxxxx ...Oh sweet insanity☣☣☣xxxxxxxxx
The Quote of the Voices: Beautiful... Beautiful... Bloody... Death Am i with a possible target(s)?:Nope Am i losing control of my Fragile Sanity?:Nah still sane enough.
☠☠☠Branded like an animal! xxx☠☠☠I can still feel the burn in my mind! xxxxxx☠☠☠I do believe that you made your message clear! xxxxxxxxx☠☠☠I think I'm losin' my mind, I think I'm losin' my mind!
CONTINUATION
PREVIOUSLY IN SMOSH- LOST... HERE
I sat on the edge of my bed, I was holding a book that I hadn't read in years, a smirk slowly grew as I began to read the entries.
False Memory #1: The Burning Hatred Darrel Clay
"I was born in Sydney, Australia, My Parents were separated, my dad didn't even know I existed, so when I turned 5, My Father Jackson Slade contacted his Ex after hearing an extremely surprising news from Diane Clay's Sister Lisa."
Daniel Cray Notes: I laughed at the thought of Jackson Slade's face when he heard that news from his Ex Girlfriend's Sister, a memory that I know isn't mine nor did it ever existed, I'm not getting bored yet so I may as well lay down and continue reading these entries.
"Jackson Slade used every resources he had to find my mother and when he did, he contacted her and begged her to move to New Angeles City, Diane was not sure at first but after a long conversation with Lisa, Diane gave in and agreed to live with her Ex who is soon to be her Boy friend again."
"Jackson bought a first class ticket for Darrel and Diane that took them to New Angeles City. Diane was an up and coming Singer, her job took her everywhere, but due to Jackson's financial position she placed her career on hold, Jackson was an artist and a art curator, he places art that he either painted or bought and he puts them on display in the New Angeles City Museum's Art Section."
Daniel Cray Notes: Well it seems like you were quite a lucky duck Darrel, lucky little duckling.
"Well off Parent's, living in a 4 bedroom hotel room at the penthouse level of the Lawliet Tower. I was living the good life, my life was perfect for 5 years, and I had a great 10th Birthday but a few days after that, my dad got hit by a speeding car while on his motorcycle. My father was in the West District and had just left the Museum; the car's driver had not noticed my father, the investigators for the accident had concluded that my father was partially drunk and was speeding, and not only that it was night and was extremely dark. He wasn't able to notice the car, he got hit, and the motorcycle crashed and burned."
Daniel Cray Notes: I take back what I thought it seems. Hehahaha. Must be the start of 'The Burning Hatred's' Story of hate and pain; Let us see what else 'he' wrote in this journal.
"My Mother and I lived a normal life after that incident, Jackson left u as small fortune, the hotel room that the three of us lived in was under his name, we kept that hotel room and the fortune but we left New Angeles City."
"My Mother got back into her Singing Career and she and I began to travel around the country because of that, living on the road and motels, it was pleasant but it was better than being in New Angeles City, the very place where my father was killed and his reputation tarnished by a bunch of stupid pigs."
"I was 12 at the time when my life turned upside down for the second time; I was in Florida with my mom visiting her father. Grandpa Samuel. Now I didn't know about It at the time but I was the 'Evolved' Human's that has began appearing all over the planet."
"A Cold was what set off my ability; my mom and I were staying with Grandpa Sam for a couple of days because of her gig. The Cold intensified to a point that I was actually dead for a few seconds. 40 Seconds to be exact, my mom and my grandfather was cooking soup when I 'came' back to life, my ability turned on and went out of control, I burned down my grandfather's house down, my mom and grandfather died in that fire that I myself created accidentally."
Daniel Cray: The Beauty of Fire, destroy and end all that exist… Such sweet beauty it has, such beauty that may even surpass Nikki's…
"I ended up in Mental Institution, because at the time Meta-human's weren't widespread and known to the public eye at the time. I spoke God's Honest Truth when the Fire Department and Cops questioned me. I said I started the fire with my bare hands, nobody would believe something as crazy as that, I was thrown in the mental institution at first, they thought it was just trauma and I chose to believe something that was physically impossible, I was sent in St Mary Blaire's Home to Special Children. A HORRIBLE Orphanage, which has scary old women, my therapist came and interviewed me. Let me tell you this, if anyone somehow found this journal and is actually reading this tales… Patient and Doctor Confidentiality becomes utter crap. I told her what I felt, I hated cops for saying my father was probably a drunkard and I really did burn down the house, the feeling of burning something down did felt good… Really Good."
Daniel Cray: Nice entry and the end have a lot of truth in it despite the fact that it is false memories.
"A few weeks with my conversations with the therapist seemed fine enough, but I was a 12 year old idiot, the b*****d sent me to a Mental Hospital, he couldn't help me so he thought maybe a few years in the nuthouse would help me. For 3 long years nobody believed me, those 3 years in the asylum increased my rage, the shock treatment helped turned me into schizophrenic, psychotic and sadistic."
Daniel Cray: Everything leads up to today… The Insanity is extremely important to my power… Despite the fact that I do not exactly accept it every day, I need the madness to continue becoming stronger…
"I was 15 when Metahuman's have become publicly known to everyone, not a single person was clueless, not even the government could hide it anymore, they couldn't even control its increase."
Daniel Cray: Yet, they still too part in being the very reason humans turned into mutants… Even though at first they wanted to eradicate us, they failed… Miserably
"They hadn't created the Law of Mutant at the time, it was a chaotic time and I have to say I was lucky. I was released but I was under a close and tight leash, I couldn't use my abilities or I get sent back in the nuthouse, and that was valid for an entire decade."
"I guess I have to thank my Aunt Lisa, she believed 'we' existed and she decided that it was a good idea to help me get released from the asylum, and I always believed it was her way of repenting from letting me rot in that place for 3 years."
" I lived with her in California for 3 years, I got my inheritance which was left untouched, my father and mother had a will that nobody can void, the inheritance was big when combined, it wasn't a fortune, I just got a lot of cash and a place to stay, my father's hotel room In NA City, My 3 years with my aunt was amazing, I studied what little knowledge I still needed to learn from a woman, the institute did a lot of things to me, one of which was actually try and cram knowledge into my head despite the slight trouble since my brain was partially fried from the 'treatments' and yet they never stopped, they were horrible teachers and doctors, Yay."
"Other than my studies with my aunt's friend who happened to be a college professor, that professor had a daughter, I visited for lessons frequently , I was the perfect student but that was mostly to keep up appearance with the daughter whenever I 'happened' to show up when she was around. Few weeks with Nikki were extremely rocky. 3 Years in the mental institute has people somewhat scared of you and the fact that I was a Meta with Pyrokenisis didn't help at all."
"I question sometimes that maybe my life would have been different if I didn't meet her, trying to befriend Nikki Ozborne was a challenge, I had to somehow make her see me was a nice guy and remove the thought of me being a crazy lunatic with abilities to turn everything I touch into fire. It was A SLIGHT overreaction but she did have a point, I was a bit weird and I did emit the occasional heat which I have on countless times controlled enough to let it out on her backyard… Yes I know that I nearly burned her house maybe once or twice but I was new to this and I still needed to learn…"
"I had two things that I could do after I finished my studies with her mom, control my number which was main priority and that was going to be hard, my mental state affected my control and with my state of mind being mostly confusing and annoying… I couldn't myself if I accidentally killed my aunt or worse Nikki. Task number 2 was equally hard and that was maybe even more of a challenge, either way I could focus on one or do both… I went with focus on one for now, Control was harder but befriend was slightly easier"
"It wasn't impossible and I had the help of her sister. I gave her chocolate and flower's, I walked her home after a lot of taunting… I must say sometimes a woman's pride can be used against them, fortunately for me that this time it worked well. Her mom wasn't my professor so I didn’t have a reason to stick around, she didn't like having me around, that was hurtful but I let it happen, I befriend Nikki, the Ozborne Girls were going to find me likable. I was successful with Nikki's Sister so I had to be nice to the two Others, Nikki and Ms Osborne"
"Within 3 I accomplished the task of becoming a friend's with Nikki and her mom. Many Months later I become her boyfriend. My Relationship with her was far more stable than my mind or my ability, although Nikki being my girlfriend somehow help calm my mind and ability, I didn't need to watch out for my body temperature every 5 minutes to make sure no innocent bystander gets cooked alive."
"I was 18, I worked as a mechanic in a local chop-shop, I was in some ways breaking my agreement but in tiny ways only, I needed my ability to complete some hard task that had me using the blowtorch, I thought that my ability was safer and a lot cooler. My Flame was blue and it looked badass. I was dating an amazing girl. She was a year older than me and she had already graduated, she was a Paralegal in a local firm, she asked some favors, looked for a loophole in my contract, and the doctors were stupid enough to give me one, If I dared used my ability IN public or used it on HUMAN beings, I was going to be sent in the asylum again, my job as a car mechanic only needed me to use my ability when I had to use a blowtorch and I was mostly alone, I wasn't going to be using my ability to anyone unless I lost control, so I had no problems."
"Either I jinxed it or it was true when people say, 'nothing last forever' but if only the universe didn't do it in the most horrible way possible. I 'flipped'. I was walking home with Nikki since I didn't have a car and I didn’t really want to use my dad's cash until I decided I needed it, so I was working hard, We were walking home when we got mugged, maybe it was the stressed of worked that made me kill this dumbass, I fought back, the mugger was surprised and that surprise led to his death, beating him up wasn't enough, no I felt the need to use my ability and that was what drove me to burn him alive, after I was finished I saw Nikki and she was scared as hell, I left her there standing in front of a screaming burning body of a mugger. I ran and I didn't look back…"
"Early into our relationship, I tried to impress her but creating a tiny human sculpture made of fire, and he could dance, I even created a female partner, thought it was romantic in my own way, give my ability some credit, unfortunately, I had a strange feeling, the need to push it some more, made the flame bigger and life size, it went out of control and tried to kill me and Nikki, her eyes screamed fear and anger. She didn't talk to me for month after that and it took a lot of begging and sorry just to have her trust me again."
"I kept on running, I had nowhere to go, I ended up in my apartment and I thought, I was going to end up in the Asylum, but there was another loophole, the person who created my contract with my asylum was either stupid or was on my side. New Angeles City was my escape route, I was free to do whatever I wanted, it was under a different government, and the City was quite famous at this time for housing criminals looking to escape. It was my Canada or maybe Mexico. Got a one-way ticket out of California and disappeared into a new life in New Angeles City."
Anonymous Notes: My name is Dres 'the first and last name is horribly damaged by the burn.' ay I am a doctor for Meta Research and Development Labs or MRD Labs, the subject has a slight addiction that he shows from time to time, he has to use his ability and keep on using it, the reason is unknown unfortunately. If I found out a way to stop the cycle. Stopping him from using his ability will cause him to have a dangerous withdrawal symptom. He starts with a simple fever, then hallucinations until finally his ability begins to start killing him. The Hallucination may have been caused by his insanity either way… Daniel has to use his ability in a controlled rate, I figured out a less dangerous way to keep him from dying and still study his ability, once a day and only for a maximum of 2 hours… It seems to work and still gave me time to study his ability.
"That my friends were PART 1 of 5 or was it 6? Well whatever! Does not matter! Just enjoy the bloody story and get ready for some awesomeness!" The Narrator said and Kyojin was stared at the idiot, Kyojin's punishment for being a jerk was getting thrown into the vortex once again. Makes you wonder how painful it is to be in a vortex… Does it feel like you're body is ripped to shreds? Using the toilet? Getting a b*****b? Makes you wonder...
Anonymous Doctor Notes: Daniel Cray is what people can call now is a Borderline Lunatic, sanity drowning in god knows what memories that aren't even real, persona's that make him completely unpredictable and extremely dangerous.
False Memory #2: The Vision's of Madness Victor/Vincent Kane
"Victor Kane, that’s my name in this memory, my father Angus Kane and my mother Casey Young, born and raised in New Angeles City, I lived in the Drake Tower, a hotel that's been around for decades, I stayed normal, lived a happy life until I manifested my abilities, on my 12th Birthday I melted my cake, a few weeks after that, I blew up my school bus, my classmates survived fortunately, sadly they received 2nd to 3rd Degree Burn's while the bus driver died, I somehow didn't suffer major burns, a few minor burns that wasn't enough for worry, my mind blocked off the truth of that event and instead placed the blame on the dead bus driver."
"He was being bullied in that bus, I was merely protecting him, I remove any horrible memory and replace it with the good ones, I simply want what's best for him… The moment he became special was the moment I came into 'existence' and the few short seconds before the bus burned, I came out and hurt them all, I murdered the bus driver and placed a fake 'memory' where the bus driver had a bomb all along, the student's weren't going to talk much after I gave them some burns…"
"The Next Few Months' was normal; I was getting an occasional psychological checkup from a doctor to see if there were any changes in my mental health, I did go through a horrible ordeal. The Doctor found out that I had another personality named Vincent."
"Victor and I were in class when that damned Doctor, a few nurses, and 'our' Parent's came to bring us to Binghamton's Asylum Ward. They said I was extremely dangerous and that I was a threat to everyone and too Victor. What a bunch of Fools!"
"I came out and slaughtered everyone on site and burned the school down, I killed countless more but I unfortunately become sedated and captured."
"We were sent to an Island City, a city occupied entirely by Lunatic's that were extremely dangerous to the Society, Lanseal Island is a No Escape Island Sized Asylum."
"I was stuck there, shock therapy and the constant pokes and prodding, trying to learn what made me 'tick' and where my ability came from. Not all the things that happened fixed me… Truthfully, all it did was make it worse, 10 year in Lanseal Island gave me the chance to control Vincent and keep him inside unless I wanted him out. I was out now thanks to that but I was still under close watch, a tracking chip planted in my neck and a doctor who is constantly checking on me every single day to monitor my brain and Vincent."
"He Believes he has me under control, how he fooled himself and everybody into believing that simple fact, nothing controls me and nothing will ever have the power to accomplish that impossible task…"
The Narrator Once again appeared and Kyojin beside him, "That’s Part 2 of 6! And I hope you nonexistent punks liked it! I was out of ideas and I had stories… DEAL WITH MY AWESOMENESS! Or I guess… The Writers awesomeness the point is… I hope you liked it…" The Narrator said and Kyojin just raised his eyebrow, "Who are you talking too?" Kyojin asked, "Well of course my imaginary fans!" The Narrator said with a forced smile, "You're creepy… Wake me up already!" Kyojin shouted and he felt himself getting shook by someone, Kyojin opened his eyes and he stared at a villager and their pitch fork… Were they going to kill some monster and act like a bunch of racist bastards? Why did they have weapons? Did they find out that Kyojin was a cannibal? He hoped not… "What's going on?" Kyojin asked. "Our Queen Oasis is fighting another queen in Hidden Sand! But the point is… You can't sleep here sir!" The Villager said and the Named surprised Kyojin, "Was she the one who froze this place?" Kyojin asked… He was ignoring these small band of idiots… Hidden Federation was taken back by The Joker… Idiots need to get their information right before they end up dying because of it. "Yes she was! Her beauty matches that of a goddess!" The Villager said, "Okay… Whatever you say" Kyojin said, "Don't act like you didn’t think that when she killed you… Hell you went from prideful to spineless… Then again… She had that… Scary aura on her… So are we going to watch or save her?" The Voice asked and Kyojin just smiled. "What do you think? She blew us up!" Kyojin said and he shouted while he laughed insanely… The Villager stared at Kyojin and Kyojin just smiled, "Oh don't mind me!" Kyojin said as he walked away from these… Fools and into Hidden Sand... How could he think of missing such a great show?! He ran to the docks as fast as he could.
...Don't know how much I can take☣
☣☣ ...Secret thoughts inside me wake☣☣☣xxx ...I've lost what was within me☣☣☣xxxxxx ...Oh sweet insanity☣☣☣xxxxxxxxx
The Quote of the Voices: Beautiful... Beautiful... Bloody... Death Am i with a possible target(s)?:Nope Am i losing control of my Fragile Sanity?:Nah still sane enough.
Hedoro shifted up from her resting position. She had been asleep, dreaming. At least, that was what it had felt like. Even now, the last vestiges of what she had felt were already melting away like mist on a summer morning. Whatever the dream had been, it had been fairly vivid and realistic. She didn't dream too often, neither did she really sleep very often. So occurrences like that were doubly rare as a result. But they had happened. Enough that she wasn't unduly troubled by the sudden and inexplicable feeling of loss, like she had suddenly had something pulled away from her core. Instead she simply proceeded with her normal routine.
She knew that she was in her home in Hidden Federation. It was a simple structure, in keeping with her desire for privacy. In fact, she had several homes, scattered around the village and throughout much of federation. Each was small and housed the bare minimums, only the creature comforts that she felt necessary. There weren't many that were. Running water, and access to a food source. Whether that source was a grocery store, a restaurant, or even neighbors, it made no difference. Beyond that, the various buildings were generally left in disrepair. Broken windows were common, as was rusted hinges and weathered and peeling paint.
So yes, she knew that she was in one of her homes in Hidden Federation. What she didn't know was why. She had been in Hidden Mist, in the midst of enduring Mamichi's attentions. She had employed the use of one Rumi Spekt, a human that she found halfway tolerable during those exchanges, and had endeavored to find out how attentive Mamichi might be to certain matters. Something must have happened after that, though. It must have. Because she was suddenly home again, with no recollection of what had happened between the two, how she had wound up here when just the day before she had been in Hidden Mist.
That lapse annoyed her. It meant that someone or something had sought to control her. And they must have succeeded, for she had no idea what she might have done while she was under their supposed thrall. She had fought her entire life to ensure that she would not be controlled again. That she would not be at someone's beck and call, or confined to a certain location. She valued her freedom highly, and for someone to have stolen that from her... Her mood blackened, as did her substance. They dared to try to control her! She would find out who it was, and she would make them suffer!
She moved to the door of her home, and easily slithered out through the gaps on three sides. The door was left locked at all times; it was no obstruction for her. It was also convenient, in that she was less likely to stumble across a fleshling trying to break into her home. Though by now, the number of people so foolish had already been drastically reduced. And after they had started disappearing, rumors began to spread. The actual content of the rumors didn't interest her, only the results. And sure enough, eventually the number of vandals had dwindled until finally reaching zero. Every so often a newcomer might intrude, but she restrained herself from claiming them until they actually broke into her home. Anything more aggressive could lead to even more unwelcome attention, from outside agencies.
Once she was outside, she felt a moment of relief when she realized the season was finally changing. The summer had been unpleasant, as it always was. But the temperature was finally beginning to drop, and there was more moisture present in the air. It rained more frequently, as well. Weather like that made her feel energetic, satisfied, more alive. That alone would normally be enough to put her in a good mood. But not now. No, she was still mad over the perceived insult she had received, from whoever it was. She wanted to drag them, kicking and screaming, into the abyss, and drain them of life until they were a desiccated husk. Then all would know anew that there were some things that you simply did not do.
She realized that she had been wandering, and scanned her surroundings, her senses sharpening as she focused on identifying the precise combination of shapes that made up this section of the village. With a start, she realized that she had led herself to one of the few places that could perhaps salve her foul mood. It could, assuming nothing further happened to set her off. So she entered the building.
The Take A Shot was a bar. Or rather, it was a dive bar. It wasn't particularly clean, but the clientele that usually frequented it didn't come for the hygiene, they came for the liquor. It was a solidly-built structure, two stories, the second of which was the owner's private quarters. The ground floor consisted of the bar, and a small room in the back for supplies. None of which were cleaning supplies. Oh, there were a few rags behind the bar, for swabbing out glasses and buffing the bar's surface. But the rags were gray and threadbare. More often than not, they only made the glasses dirtier.
The moment that Hedoro entered the bar, everything came to a halt. Numerous pairs of eyes regarded her warily, unsure of what was about to happen. Hedoro was an infamous character, and nowhere more so than in her current home of Hidden Federation, and Hidden Substance specifically. Her reputation preceded her everywhere she went, and she acknowledged that fact. She had no intention of starting any trouble now, as long as the fleshlings left her to her own devices. She gestured to the bartender, expecting the nervous fleshling to know what she wanted. Indeed, that beverage was usually held in stock at virtually any bar, though normally not in large quantities. That had changed for the various bars in her home village, however.
The reason for that was a simple precaution. Once, she had ventured into a bar for a drink. But they didn't have it in stock. She had been more impulsive back then, and perhaps prone to overreacting. She had devoured the bartender, as well as a handful of patrons. Ever since then, the bars kept a healthy supply of her drink of choice on hand, just in case they found her visiting their establishment. Keeping the supply maintained bit into their profits, -there were only two or three locations that actually produced the beverage!- but it was cheaper than the alternative.
So the bartender nodded, and a moment later set a pitcher filled with the liquid on the bar. She grabbed it up, along with an empty glass that was nearby, her arm stretching to make the grab. With that, she moved to an empty table before settling down. She didn't use a chair, instead she lost lowered her form until she was at the proper height, with her substance slightly spread out underneath her in an amorphous mass. She poured some of the liquid into the glass, before slipping the tip of one pseudopod into it, to sample it. A slight shudder passed through her substance, and the remnants of the inky blackness seemed to melt away, even as the blue of her normal coloration became tinged with a faint touch of purple, focused near where she had touched her drink. [1247 + ??? = ??? out of ??? ]
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:10 am
A muffled yelp would be heard from just outside of the Take A Shot, bar. The yelp following a sudden spike in chakra seemingly from no where all together. Cytisus Zetsu having risen from the ground beside an unsuspecting female, her attempted yelp being stopped by a simple thrust of his right hand to her throat. The blades of the Dokumashin sinking into her throat with a slight crunch, crushing her windpipe in a moment's notice and successfully silencing any attempts she could have to cry for help. His hand pulling out in that moment, grabbing hold of the entire body and simply tossing it into the large fly trap appendage that was over his shoulders. With a snap the body was within his maw and crunched down a minute or two later. His chakra flowing freely for a second as he adjusts his sight in order to view his surroundings with his Ultimate Doujutsu technique. Just as I suspected. What? Hedoro is here after all, I wasn't sure if she would remain in her village or leave again after that.. Fiasco. It's probably safer if we avoid mentioning Mist, something tells me we were not expected to regain knowledge of it. I know, but the wiper was not precise enough for us. Cytisus chuckled casually as his maw slowly opened once again with a mixture of blood and odd saliva dripping from the maw itself. Snapping shut a second time, it would then reopen to have the blood and saliva gone from within the fly trap appendage, as he slowly adjusted the flowing black cloak around him, and began walking forwards towards the doors of the establishment. He was uncertain as to the full abilities of Hedoro's perception, but should she be attuned to chakra she should be capable of almost seeming to recognize the flow of chakra that come with his doujutsu abilities. Of course this flow was tainted by the secondary output that was Cytisus' true charka flow. As his gaze slowly swept across the room, he would lock onto the female immediately. Knowing full well the possibility of misunderstandings, he first closed his eyes in order to deactivate the doujutsu that he was using as a basic locator, and then slowly moved forwards towards her with his hands loosely held at his sides. Attempting to give off the best impression that he was not entering the establishment with ill intentions towards the Hedoro or anyone else in here for that matter. As he neared the table she had taken use of, he would extend a hand to rest upon a chair seated just across from her, resting it on the back. "Do you mind, if I speak with you for a little while, Miss?" The darker half of Cytisus' body taking full control at this point, this conversation not being something to which needed the true Cytisus a part of. After all the Darker half had grown to near enough completion to have gained and understood a good chunk of it's memories back, especially those of who he had been in a previous life. Although the full knowledge of the Shinobi World back then has been lost, he was easily capable of remembering most faces that he had seen previously, when he sees them in his now current life. Cytisus would stand and wait for any sort of acknowledgement before he would take a seat, his gray eyes watching carefully and taking in the picture that was before him. Especially that of her actions at this current time, which were noticeably something to keep in the back of his mind.
Hedoro Koutai
No rush for posts, just figured you'd enjoy being able to RP with Hedoro a bit more, since Mist ended so abruptly. xp
Even with the majority of her attention on her drink, Hedoro had senses the momentary spike of chakra from a short distance outside of the bar. Her eyestalk turned to look in that direction, though instead of seeing through an eye, she still relied on her more accurate othersense. Something about that chakra seemed fleetingly familiar, though she couldn't place it. The shape, too. After all, the walls of the bar were no barrier to her senses, and she could tell that this was a uniquely shaped fleshling. Perhaps not a true fleshling at all? It's chakra tasted different than a fleshlings, was it something else? She had not encountered it's kind before, had she? Yet some part of her was saying that she had! It was no more forthcoming than that, however. That was frustrating. Her neural net could be quite problematic at times, especially immediately after a merging. The two disparate neural nets would need time to recombine, to mesh back together into a whole.
She decided to reserve action for now, until she knew more about what was going on. She had felt a faint touch of hunger when she realized that the silhouette had consumed a human. And a part of her became still more aware of the numerous humans around her. Surely one or two wouldn't be missed? There were so many of them, after all... She stopped herself from getting distracted, and returned her attention to the odd shape that was entering the bar. They approached her, and she felt the faintest brush of chakra. Not enough to make her think she was being attacked, but enough to realize that yes, this figure was the same one that had caused that chakra spike a moment earlier.
They stopped at the other side of her table, resting their hand on a chair as they asked if they could join her. Normally she preferred solitude, but her mood had already improved noticeably, even from the single glass of her drink she had so far consumed. So she merely considered it for a moment before bobbing her head. "Enter freely and of your own f-free will, haha." Her substance seemed to ripple for a moment as she laughed. But her mood shifted again an instant later. Her hand snaked out -truly an impressive action!- to grab the cup and pitcher, before dragging them closer to her. "But you need your own drink, you can't have this one. This is Mine." Her substance rippled once more as she poured more of the crimson liquid into the cup. Some splashed on the table, but small pseudopods darted out from her mass to absorb them only an instant after they fell. [451 + 1247 = 1698 out of ??? ]
Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 5:47 pm
The room was lit only by a hanging light, a bare light bulb attached to the ceiling by a chain, several wires running from it into the wall. Much of the room was decorated in the same way; that is to say, in a state of partial disassembly. Several power outlets were missing their cover plates, a door was propped it in it's place instead of affixed by hinges, the walls were unfinished boards, and the few furnishings that were present each sported sign of crude repairs. All of this combined to express an image of extreme frugality, or perhaps of simply making do with what was available, when it wasn't much.
But despite the extreme spendthrift nature of everything else, the table that dominated the center of the room was virtually immaculate. Constructed of solid oak, the entire table weighed well over a hundred kilograms. It's surface had been polished until it gleamed a rich, nutty brown. On that surface was something special. A complete to scale three dimensional representation of the known world. Any cartographer would have given their eyeteeth for such a beauty, but it was no mapmaker that currently possessed it. Instead it's owner had undertaken a different calling.
That owner walked into the room a moment later, striding up to the table easily before plucking a small object from one location and moving it to another. That object was a minuscule figurine that seemed to represent someone or something. This was done several more times, with no readily apparent rhyme or reason toward which pieces were moved and to where they were moved to. The only guide was a piece of paper that the table's owner had already memorized, and slid into a pocket. The figurines represented troop movements for the assorted ninja villages, and were actually based on the very latest surveillance reports that had come in. There was a chance that the reports had missed something, lost track of a unit, but by and large, it was as up to date a picture as it was possible to make.
That was what Mayu had been working on for the past few months, and she was growing incredibly bored of it. She understood the need for precise information, but this was becoming monotonous! She had a purpose, she was supposed to end the Great Shinobi War! Of course, everyone knew that the war had ended decades ago. She had been locked in long-term suspended animation at that time, however, and in fact had only awoken relatively recently. She had been hard-pressed to cope with all the changes that had occurred in the world, not the least of which was the utter cessation of any full-fledged wartime activities on any front. There may have been squabbles among the various villages, but nothing to approach actual war.
That had led to her idea that she would simply have to cause a new war, so that she could end it. Her long hibernation had wrought a few subtle changes upon her psyche, and she had no opportunity in which to evaluate her own mental health. That meant that her decidedly unbalanced view on the world's current state drifted more and more off balance. To her, causing a war that might kill tens of thousands, just so seh could end it and complete her purpose made perfect sense, and was utterly reasonable. So she had devoted herself to her task, familiarizing herself with the world before figuring out how best to end it.
She wouldn't act blatantly, not until the very end. She couldn't afford any setbacks, not until she had enough momentum that she could steamroll over any such obstacles. So she acted like any other young ninja in training. She went out to explore the world, and learn of new techniques for use in battle against other ninja. At the same time, she was uncovering more information about specific battles or heroes of renown. That information had helped her to understand the flow of battle, why one village overcame another, or why a lone shinobi managed to wrest control of a village from its nominal leader. Wait, perhaps that was it! She should go out into the world once more, and find out just who the current strongest shinobi were! Once she did that, she could better decide what villages might make better targets to begin her activities. There would be no point trying to wrest control of a village from a foe that was far more powerful than one such as herself. Instead, better to wait until she had become stronger, until she could move to make her action a definitive one, one that would herald the coming of a new age of warfare and bloodshed.
Yes, that was it! Now that that was decided, she just had to decide where she should go to update her socio-political landscape, and how the various wandering ninja affected it. There were a wide number of ninja who bore their homes no intrinsic loyalty. They acted in their own self-interest first and foremost, and only rarely was there ever anything left for other concerns. In the final tally, it likely wouldn't even matter where she went, simply getting out and experiencing the world would be enough to give her at least a glimpse of the big picture. And no matter where she went, undoubtedly there would be those who would gossip, those who were privy to the goings-on of the various nations. She could consult with them to finish creating an up to date picture of the world.
With that said, she still needed a location. One that wasn't in the midst of a great turmoil, one that likely wouldn't be subject to an attack while she was there. She wanted to incite full-fledged war, not merely participate in a schoolyard scuffle. She had no intention of taking part in such mediocre battles, there was really no point in them. Instead she would see what she could find through more peaceful means, and in so doing, find the best way to tell if it was time at last to usher in a new age of war.
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In the end, she had chosen Hidden Federation. It was the largest nation, and was composed of so many disparate tribes and clans that she was even more likely to find those bits of information she sought after. It had been just as prone as any other village to getting attacked, but in the end she had decided it was worth the risk. Both because it had just recently changed hands, and also because it was simply so large that she could avoid the worst of any battle that might break out. Those two defenses should be more than adequate to keep her from being pulled into a battle before she was ready.
While she was there, she figured she should play the part of a new ninja unused to the prospect of training and honing their craft. Laughable, really, but if it helped her to avoid suspicion, then she would do it. And of course she had already hidden away her headband that bore the sign of her home village. There was no point in making it too obvious that she was a foreigner. Of course, her rather unusual appearance was proof enough of that. But without anything to definitely say which village she had originated from, the level of plausible deniability would be enough to let her continue her mission. As long as she didn't get taken into custody, there would be no issue.
So she had taken care to remove any of the more noticeable signs that she was an accomplished fighter and strategist. She left her body armor at her base, along with the vast majority of her weapons. The only weapons that she carried now were a short tanto, along with a supply of shuriken and kunai. All of it standard, slightly worn due to its age. But none the less effective because of it. If she did wind up pulled into a fight, she would not be without some form of defense.
She had boarded a ferry, paying the small fee with a handful of coins before moving to take a seat. Several days later, the person running the ferry would find those coins again, and marvel at how old they were. Upon having them inspected by an antique dealer, they would discover those coins had only been in production long before the Great Ninja War, and were worth far more than face value. Not enough to retire, but definitely enough that they were suddenly wracking their brains, trying to remember who had given them such an unexpected treasure.
The actual ferry ride was completely uneventful. Mayu managed to make small talk with two or three of the other people, all civilians. None of them had a full grasp of the political climate of Hidden federation; some hadn't even heard that it had changed hands several times in the past month! Such ignorance was condemnable! But she gave no hint of her disdain for those who chose not to be aware of the world around them. When she began the next Great War, people like that would almost certainly be the first to be sacrificed. Until then, they still had some small use, so it would be worth it to let them live. She could be quite personable and charismatic when she needed to; after all she would be expected to lead Hidden Sound to glory on the battlefield. And such a role required enough charisma to get the common soldier to believe in her. To believe in her to such an extent, that they would lay down their lives in the furthering of her goals. So she was quite skilled at social matters, and in fact had a secondary advantage, too. Her Kagerou blood gave her several special skills. Most were suited to combat, true, but one or two had other purposes. Such as this one.
She had manipulated the chemicals and pheromones produced by her own body, a subtle combination of oils and scents. When this potent bouquet was released, it provoked a twofold response in unguarded minds. The first was a slight intoxicating effect, perhaps the equivalent of several shots of grain liquor. And the second was designed to enkindle a sense of submissive devotion. Not blind loyalty, but enough that the person would unconsciously be inclined to want to obey her orders, to think that it was only proper to do so. Of course, sometimes the pheromones worked at something less than full efficacy; and sometimes they worked far too well. Both could be troublesome, and she had yet to fully master her use of the skill. As a result, the trio of people she had struck up conversation with began to practically moon over her, becoming far more interested in her.
She had tried to keep them at bay, but they were smitten, and not easily dissuaded. She was reluctant to try to reverse the effects; such a sudden shift might well make them aware of what was happening. So she had to endure it, unable to escape from the ferry for the ensuing three-hour ride. She was forced to keep up a continual effort to hide and evade notice. But even that was harder than it should be. It seemed that the effect of her pheromones had resurrected a skill that most humans never knew they possessed. The ability to track pheromones as a scent. As such, the trio seemed to find her time after time, no matter what measures she might have tried to elude them. She had even hidden in the innards of the ferry's engine, in the hopes that the scent of heated oil and gasoline would have overwhelmed the humans' noses. But no luck, they were still there, clustered around the engine, calling out to her.
When the ferry finally began to pull into port, Mayu wasted no time in leaving. She wasn't at her best in her initial form, her Nymph life stage. She was horribly slow, for starters. But she was stronger for it, and difficult to stop. She wasn't ready to showcase her abilities just yet; she couldn't afford to let people know that she even had alternate forms. That might be enough to identify her as Kagerou, after all. And she was trying to avoid that kind of attention. She had been trying to avoid the attentions of her newfound stalkers, but that had been an unexpected development. Finally, she had had no choice but to rely on a small bit of ninjutsu to make her escape. The Substitution jutsu would enable her to move far faster than her base speed. So she used it, and even as the trio were about to catch her, she vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving a chair from the cafe across the street in her wake.
That was a drawback of the Substitution jutsu. It was largely based on line of sight. She could only swap with an item that she could see. As such, it's usage as a method of travel was extremely limited. She knew of several other skills that could do a much better job, but she had yet to fully master them. She would need to, though. Mobility was just as important in everyday life as it was in the heat of battle. And while her initial form was focused around a solid defense, that much had been evolutionary insistence. The doctors and researchers who had altered her so much had not been able to change that fact. It had already been affecting her before they began their work, and that limited their options by an order of magnitude. She was already reasonably familiar with her other forms, even without using them yet. She knew their purported capabilities, and how they might affect her plans. By and large, they stressed speed over defense. All the more when she finally reached her maximum form. Her Imago life stage was something special, and she longed for the day when she could attain it and unleash the power that had been implanted into her by those scientists. It would come, with enough training and conditioning. She just had to be patient. Patience was a virtue, and a necessary one if she wanted to successfully foment an entire war from the ground floor. Coordinating political unrest and economic sanctions would be hard enough, it would be all but impossible to furthermore sway enough of the people to actually trigger massed conflict. Never mind the sheer amount of weapons she would have to purchase and parcel out. It was a difficult task, one that would likely take years before it was even close to coming to fruition.
She took the time to look around, inspecting her surroundings carefully. Hidden Federation was a large city-state, numerous smaller nations having been combined together for protection. Of course, they had really been forced together to be more easily controlled. But she didn't spread that information too readily, not yet. That bombshell would be unleashed when it could do the most damage possible. For the moment, it didn't affect her own actions very much, aside from the sheer scope of a target she had to work with. With a nation this large, there were that many more people she could potentially question.
So she set off, still keeping a wary eye on her surroundings. She would simply continue until she identified which village's demesne she had wandered into. That would be the village section she would focus on first. Only then could she continue on to another section, and another and another. Her current surroundings made it difficult to tell for sure just what village she might actually be in. There seemed to be two different types of people, and they kept themselves separate from one another. One seemed peaceful folk who smelled of odd smoke and herbs. Many of them sported tinted glasses and clothing that were riotous swirls of vivid colors. The other type seemed to dress all in black and red, with chains, piercings and tattoos in plenty. Both were present in such a quantity that they had to be locals, but the definite schism between the two types made it clear she had come to an unusual village.
She ventured deeper into the village, and soon realized that this duality of design spread to the architecture and merchants, too. Some stores were selling organic foods and dream catchers, while the other was selling sacrificial animals and scarification kits. Of course, there did seem to be some common ground, in that both types of people were heavily frequenting the incense shops.
Finally, she decided that she simply wouldn't find that 'perfect person' to question. So instead she fixed her gaze on someone who didn't seem in too much of a hurry. They wore black and had a heavy length of chain wrapped around their neck. With as slow as she currently was, she couldn't hope to stand up to someone who was walking at a normal speed. Her target was currently lounging against a brick wall, a twisted cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of their mouth. She moved to a spot on the wall next to them, before finally leaning back against it a few feet away from them. They glanced up at her in idle curiosity, but returned to whatever was currently occupying their attention. She didn't say anything for a long moment, as she gauged their personality and mood from the data at hand. They seemed reasonably content at the moment, at peace. A neutral mood was easiest to work with, there would be no need to worry about either of the extremes of mood variation.
After she had waited for nearly ten minutes, she finally ventured to speak to them. A simple greeting was offered, and a noncommittal grunt was her only reply. They didn't seem too interested in talking, that could make this more difficult. But she had to try a little harder before she would let herself give up. So she tried again, asking about the village. It was obvious she was from out of town, after all, so it seemed a reasonable enough question to ask. And after a moment's consideration, he actually began to answer. His tone was still rather listless, but his information seemed sound. He told her that they were in Hidden Emotion, and right on the split between the Love and Hate sides. Those names made it obvious enough why she had noticed two kinds of people, and two kinds of buildings and stores. He continued on to give her a very brief description of why the village was split into two sections, of the political division that had occurred many years ago. The argument between pacifism and aggression was one she understood well, and she managed to ask a few pointed questions. Those, the youth didn't quite know how to answer, but he did direct her to who could. One of the village's leaders. Not one that held actual political power, but merely one who had been present long enough, and participated in enough, to be acknowledged as one of the important figures in the village's make-up. They were one of the more vocal types from the Hate side, and had specialized in speaking out against the merger with all of federation. They had been outnumbered and outvoted, but that hadn't changed their opinion, despite the turn of popular opinion.
Mayu nodded, such a one as that might well suit her purposes very well. She asked the youth where she might find this elder, and was told to venture deeper into the Hate side. More often than not, they could be found at the civic center at this time of day, working to try to liberate Hidden Emotion from its bindings. She thanked the youth before getting directions and setting off. If she could find this political dissident, it would be quite likely that she would have found a potential agent for her own cause. They would need to be groomed into the role, and their attitude examined carefully. But from what she had heard so far, they seemed to fit her criteria almost perfectly. Perhaps too perfectly. She was ever aware of the potential for treachery. So far, she had done nothing to attract attention. But that didn't mean that her enemies hadn't already found out about her and her plans. There was always the chance that this was a trap of some kind. She would have to be ready for it, ready to fight at a moment's notice. [3457 out of ??? ]
Annie had made it home after a long day. She had her brain cut open and some sort of parasitic chakra injected into her body. However, when she thought she was going to be able to relax. She saw one of her clans men waiting for her. Annie gave a slight frown. Because she knew that the old man's strong stature meant one and one thing only. It was time to train. Annie tried to give her sweet and smile and she pointed to her little pretty scar on her head. Her dull yellow eyes seemed to give a bit of a pretty flirty smile. Her little voice came out in an almost begging sense.
"Hello Master Yeager. I would love to train, but I am so tired. They cut open my little brain and they put some robot parts inside of it. Plus Master they even put something else in my body. So While I would love to train with Mister Bubbles I just can't right now."
Her Master didn't say didn't anything. The Master Yeager only reached for his chest. He rubbed the small relic that was hanging on his neck. As he finished rubbing it the ground underneath Anne started to shake. A large fist came pummeling through the ground and attempted to snag her. Anne leap backwards as she sighed at her master. Anne crossed her arms as she looked up to the sky and saw one of the most terrifying titans she had ever saw. The large muscular being stood hulking over Anne. Breathing steam out of its mouth. His master walked. He only eyed Annie and spit on the ground.
"Yes little one... you had a rough day. However, we are going to train until you can't train anymore. You have a legacy to up hold. Now you better attack like your life depended on it. Because this Titan will not hold back. Do You understand little Annie?"
Annie only looked up and she gulped. One of the only thing that she feared was her Master's Titan. It was so powerful and so damn frightening. She looked up in the air and the Master Titan fist started to come down out of the air. She only looked up and she could hear the air splitting. The Master Titan's Fist was so furious that she couldn't comprehend. Annie touched the charm on her wrist. As she did her Titan's large forearm appeared in front of her blocking the chop of the larger titan. The Master looked in a bit of shock. She never seen Annie's titan respond so quickly. Maybe she had been training after all. Her Master only stroked his chin a bit.
As His Titan snatched his fist back and kicked Mister Bubbles across the chin. Mister Bubbles tumbled through part of the woods. Mister Bubbles slid through and different number of trees fell on top of him. Annie eyes went wide as she called out in fear. Her voice echoed in fear. She trembled.
"Mister BUBBLES!!! Get up!"
The Master's Titan ran towards Mister Bubbles. The Master's Titan was as quick as the wind. It effortly glided across the path of trees. It almost seemed to be its own ninja. The MAster only looked at the sadden child. He only stroked his chin and walked towards Annie.
"Do You see why you need to train your Titan. Do you feel its pain. Can you stand it losing like it is now?"
Annie eyes' started to glow a bit. She stood up and slammed her fist into the ground. As she swung her fist to try and hit Master Yeager. Mister Bubbles grabbed a fallen tree and smashed it into the face of Master's Titan. The Titan fell backwards and hit the ground causing a large hole in the ground. Mister bubbles stood up whipping it's broken nose. Annie looked up to see that her punch had been grabbed by Master Yaeger, but he soon let her go. He saw that his Titan failed him. At least one of his weaker ones. The Master clapped a bit.
"I know that you have a champion locked within you kid. Don't think I am not going to train you.. till it hurts. You and that Master bubbles...."
The Master said as he walked away. (719)
Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 5:01 am
Annie walked towards her downed Titan. He had worked so hard against the Master's Titan that she couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. She knew she was taught that her Titan was just a creature. However, she couldn't help but go check on Her Mister bubbles while he was hurt. She ran to the clearing that Mister bubbles had created. Annie then slid towards him laying her head on his massive size chest.
"Oh Mister bubbles.. are you okay did that mean Titan hurt you? One day we are going to get you strong enough so that you can rip that other titan's head off you know? We are going to leave him a bloody mess. But we do need to train together more. huh? So come on little buddy, and rise to your feet."
Mister bubbles looked and it moaned. Its roar could be heard throughout Hidden Tree. But it got up. The Beast was on its feet in a matter of seconds. It body parts were regenerating so fast that it didn't even appear to be in a fight. Annie looked up to her favorite person in the world and hugged its ankle . Mister bubbles would be able to fight again. As she patted him gently. She would be devastated if anything happened to him. However, before Annie knew it she could hear her mother calling her. Annie knew what that meant, it was time for dinner.
"Okay Mister bubbles.. We have to go home now. I will call you out to train later.. Okay?"
Annie touched her wrist and Mister bubbles disappeared from the field. Annie rushed home and she walked inside of her lavish home. She smiled as she enjoyed being back home. It was the only that made her happy besides her little scars. She waved to her mother and gave a bit of a clap. Her mother had her favorite meal prepared. Her voice eerily said.
"Hello Mother. How do you do?"
Her mother only gave her a smile and petted her on the head.
"Fine fine my dear.. I see that you got the surgery I lined for you."
Her mother played with her scars along side of her head.
"Yes Mother, and I had a training session with Master. He was certainly mean to me and Mister Bubbles. He almost broke Mister bubbles Neck with his Titan.. Why is so mean to me and Mister Bubbles. How come he just can't take it easy on us."
She whined a bit. Her mother shot her cold eyes and then Annie sat down at the table. IT was time to eat, and Annie would have to continue her training after dinner. Possibly try and do some homework. However, Training was most important. She let the warm aroma of the food hit her nose, and she slowly started to dig in. (47cool
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