The Jestering Death. It was aptly named. This disease, it was something that could not be fought nor harmed. No matter how strong you were it would take you down. It would laugh in the face of your strength and bring you to your knees, helpless. A fitting name indeed. Mak let his hand drop down to his sword hilt, letting the worn leather soothe him as the fear ebbed away, replaced by the cool rationalism that his recent training brought him. His mind ran through calculations, silently speaking numbers as he ran the math, trying to figure out the chemistry for any known compound that could be adapted into such a poison. The temperature in the room sank dramatically as he came to the conclusion that he could not, yet, deduce its origins.
Walking towards the body of the boy, Mak drew out a long cylinder. Pricking the kids arm just in the crook of his elbow. He drew out a healthy dosage of blood and stuffed in his inside jacket pocket before returning back to Flou"In my spare time I have been researching medicine, especially neurological and anabolic diseases. Perhaps, if we work together on this, we can find some kind of vaccine to even this adapted strain." The endocrine system was where he would start. If this disease was blood based it would have to pass through the lymph nodes. If he had to guess, that was where it spread. Ignoring the purification, it rode out the highway like system all over the body. If he could isolate it, perhaps give the body longer to produce new antibodies, this disease could be beaten. That would mean slowing down the entire endocrine system, and all of this based on a theory. No, this would be no Vaccine. It would be a universal cure
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-----ғlou followed me out of the room a moment later, he and a clone of some sort carrying Jack's frail form. Jack was evidently still unconscious. I watched as he set my friend down again, and sighed. At least the young man wasn't asking me anymore questions. Yet, anyway. -----Jack could probably use the rest anyway, considering he normally slept about as much as I did. -----Someone else showed up as well. I had noticed him behind us one of the times I stopped to make sure Flou was still behind me. I assumed he was a medic as well when he pulled out some sort of needle and checked on Jack. I only had to hope he actually knew what he was doing with the thing. -----And evidently, he didn't entirely. I felt my own face pale when he drew a rather large amount of blood from Jack's arm; Jack was pretty anemic as it was, and too small, so just drawing the blood like that wouldn't bode well. I didn't know much about that process, though, so maybe I was wrong. -----What really got me wasn't that after he was done, he just stuffed the thing in his pocket like it wasn't a glass tube full of easily contaminated, nearly one hundred degree liquid, that could kill him if it got in a cut or something--not only if it still had the plague, but if it was a different blood type. No, if he wanted to die because of his lack of caution, that was his problem. What annoyed me was that when he was done, he didn't do something about stopping the blood still coming from the artery he had just stabbed with a giant needle. -----I sprung into action the moment he started babbling about research of some sort. Research that apparently involved absolutely no care about the victim. I might not have known anything about healing, but I still knew the most basic things about first aid. I clamped my hand over the hole in Jack's arm, since apparently the other two thought themselves high and mighty with being so much bigger that they thought that a few drops of blood wouldn't mean anything in people as small as Jack and I. Especially not after drawing a pint of blood out of him, which can make even heavier people swoon with dizziness. -----I could feel the warm liquid underneath my hand and had to shudder. It wasn't exactly a comforting thing, since I was now exposing myself to any of the bacteria that might still be alive. I pulled my hand away after a couple seconds, when I couldn't feel the blood convulsing out of the hole anymore, and went after Jack's hat. I knew he wouldn't be happy if he found I took it off, so I just pulled the strip of ribbon from around it, and a handkerchief from his pocket and fashioned them both into a makeshift bandage. It worked, and that was all that mattered. -----That finished, I looked at the blood on my hand, and then around for a hose spigot to wash it off. Or some source of water. -----I found one attached to the wall of the apartment complex, and hurried over to it, twisting the rusted knob and shoving my hand underneath the icy water. Only once the blood was gone and my hand was bright red from my body trying to warm it back up and partially numb did I turn the water back off and head back over to the other two.
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To Live Life, One Must Accept the Principal's of Death... And The Path You Will Take to Live Life.
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Flou flinched in surprise as Mak jabbed Jack and he spoke, Flou looked at Mak with a bit of disapproval, and to Jack, seeing him bleeding Flou was about to knell and use Blood Coagulation to stop the bleeding, but Shadow was quick to react. Flou paused and sighed deeply, he brought his hand up to his left temple and rubbed it. "Mak, this is no time for hobby talk, I understand it's to further your training, but using a shinobi of the village, without the being in question's consent, is not okay. He's not dead, nor will he be close to it when the village is here to support him."Flou looked to Shadow seeing him washing his hands thoroughly off to the side. Flou brought his hand down and sighed, bringing his hand up to his right shoulder and put his hand under his kimono and rubbed his shoulder, as he did so, a large scar, one that looked like a blast wound was shown... This was from the fight Mak was in part with."We don't need anymore accident's, contamination's, etc."Flou was cautious, a scar was a scar, Flou could heal it with his Healing Hands, but much like emotional scars, Flou could look back on the wound and learn from them... He never fully healed any wound he got, including the new one across his nose.
Flou smiled to Mak and placed his hand on his shoulder, lowering his one hand from his own side."I admire your goal though... but Jack's is special, it's not a normal virus, it's more of a Jutsu than virus. Like I said, he was targeted by someone. I wish I could also understand it more, but we cannot do that until we meet the person who made it. So for now we tread with careful footing.." As Shadow returned, Flou looked to him then to Jack again, Flou sat down on the grass of the yard and took a deep breath. "Shadow was your name right? That's the name Sypher used to speak to you." Flou looked to Shadow and waited for a shake of the head or something then continued "While we wait for Jack to wake can you write some notes on what happened? That would be extremely helpful." Flou smiled at Shadow with a warm reassuring smile."Jack will be fine. Don't burden yourself with worries." Flou smirked at Shadow and then placed his hands on the stomach and chest of Jack, following his chakra and also using a constant Diagnosis Technique, so he could follow the progress of the medicine.
Pulling up a seat, Mak relaxed as he watched Flou follow up with the healing of Jack. Personally, Mak didn't care if the boy lived or died. Of coarse, he would like to see him live, but if him dying allowed an autopsy to be preformed and from that a preventative measure for this sickness be produced, then he was all for Jack kicking the bucket right about now. He let out a sigh, as it seemed he would pull through after all. Flou was impeccable in not only bedside manner, but rudimentary procedure. To put it academically, he would be a Attending Physician, while Mak would barely be a Resident. Picking at a loose splinter at a table nearby him, he spoke with a piqued interest"I wonder what the injection method to the vic-...I mean Jack, was?" He hoped to God it wasn't inhalation, if so, well then you had a whole other problem right there. He made a mental note to ask Flou to teach him his little air purifying jutsu, but for now, wouldn't push the subject. He had to keep a sense of professionalism or else this other kid may go ballistic. Yeah, he looked about one push from going over the edge, so Mak treaded lightly.
Chakra Pool: 570/665______AC: 2950 Stamina Pool: 75/75______Ryo: 1200
What is that?...Voices?...What of the...Pestilence...Shadow?...Shadow!...He must not be hurt!...He must NOT!
Suddenly the Jack sat straight up, tearing Flou's hands from his body, until he was completely still, locked in an upright position without moving. His flute fell from his fingers as his muscles loosened there. A moment later his eyes snapped open, crimson with his Kekkei Genkai, and his eyes, and head, turned to face one person.
Kenji.
While the man did not have his flute readily at hand, he did have his hands, and it was with these he hastily formed the three handsigns of his jutsu, his face crinkling up into a snarl of hatred and rage. His eyes were glazed with a nightmare only he could see, as if his actions were made purely by instinct.
And Kenji found the ground rumbling beneath him, and a split second later the earth cracked open. A massive arm made of red skin and long, knotted, ropy muscle came from the hole and picked up the shinobi, carrying him into the air, with the hand wrapped around his entire body and leaving only his head able to be moved. Behind it came a creature of nightmare, of indescribable horror and terror, something from the heart of his worst nightmares and beyond. The creature roared, and the shinobi would feel something within himself being tugged on, something vital, something intimate, and something not meant at all to be touched.
To the others, however, they would see nothing, save Jack's baleful glare upon the male who had been so unfortunate as to be the target of his attack.
[OoC]
The jutsu he used is:
• Enma no Zaii [ Enma's Reign ] → Guild C Rank → User creates the illusion of the demon king Enma rising from a fissure in the ground. The illusion of Enma proceeds to devour the "soul" of the target, making their body think it's in actual pain. [Lasts 4 posts]
And it is enhanced by my Kekkei Gankai, meaning pain must be used to get out. Bromantic, I rolled a dice to determine which direction he looked, and honestly, it came up you. So nothing personal >.< Also, Jack isn't aware of what he's doing. To him, you are the very thing he wants dead, as his mind is still locked in that mode of thinking.
"I Must Drag Truth Kicking and Screaming into the Light"
"I Will Show You What You Truly Are"
"The Savior... or the Beast..."
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-----ιhad every intention of helping Flou out by writing down what I knew about what was going on, which wasn't everything, because Jack hadn't bothered to tell me, and had been unconscious when I returned to him. I would have happily explained what happened. -----And then the other shinobi opened his mouth again. Something about the man's attitude, there was a sense of coldness, a lack of care, and that made me angry, which wasn't easy to do. He called himself a medic, but seemed to have no concern for the injured and the weak, like they were supposed to have. No, he seemed to me he was a self-righteous a** who only cared about what the position got him: fame, fortune, and protection, since people didn't want the healers to be the first picked off in a battle. -----I would have expressed my anger, probably by jumping him and gnawing on his face or something like that, if Jack hadn't woken at that moment. -----At least, I assumed he was awake because his eyes were open. And he was staring at the unwelcome shinobi with such intensity I was surprised he didn't burn a hole through the man. His eyes were still red, though, and given by those two things combined, I could only guess he was using some sort of Genjutsu on the guy. -----I would have felt more sympathy if Flou had been the target. This guy had made me angry, so I showed him just about as much care as he showed us. But, just so as not to cause too much trouble, I decided to try to get Jack to stop. -----I figured it wouldn't do much to stop the Genjutsu itself, but thought it might snap Jack out of his stupor, so I placed a hand over Jack's eyes to break his focus, and spoke finally. I could only imagine how much it would annoy Flou that I was speaking now, but I didn't care enough to explain myself. After all, Jack didn't even know. "Jack, snap out of it. You're safe now."
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To Live Life, One Must Accept the Principal's of Death... And The Path You Will Take to Live Life.
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Flou jolted as he felt a rise in Jack's heartbeat, not because it was abnormal, but also because Jack himself rose up. Flou saw Jacks cold stare to Kenji and then the sequence of handsigns and only one word repeated on his mind... Goddammit... Couldn't Flou have a day where two Shinobi from the same village were at their throats? First it was these two and Bellatrix and Tekkou, then Tekkou and Bellatrix threatening himself, and now the death glared jutsu of Jack to Kenji. Flou was used to Genjutsu, he was quite aware they were meant to mess with ones mind and destroy their fabrication of reality so as Shadow went to cover Jack's eyes. Flou got up and released his chakra into the shoulder of Kenji, bringing him back to reality, hopefully in one piece.
"I swear my trip to Tea Country cannot come any faster than it is now..." Flou sighed in despair, after four years of his work, Flou was about ready to burst... it had been a busy few years. Lots of things happened and he needed some time to look back to his heritage. But more than likely his Shinobi life would lurk in his shadow even in the other Country when he went. Flou looked to Jack hoping he'd calmed down. "Jack, listen to Shadow. Now is no time to start a fight... We've had enough quarrels in the village the past few days."Flou looked to Kenji, a glance that spoke 'think of it as a price for the blood'.
Flou then turned to the two he'd come to help and waited for Jack to calm down completely, if he did not though... Flou would have no choice, no matter how much he disliked it, Flou or Jack, or Shadow... Flou would sedate. "Jack." Flou's voice was low, and his eyes spoke only of wanting answers "What happened?" Flou said in a wondering tone.
He wasn't watching Jack, no, he was much too busy with his own thoughts. He didn't even see the boy awake, nor catch his gaxe when it settled on him. However, he did feel the earth give way beneath him. With concise and practiced movements, Mak sprang into action. Kicking back from the chair, he rolled over top of it and came landing behind himself, sword drawn. Out of the fissure in the ground erupted a red appendage of ghastly proportions, as if someone had taken a giant squids arm and stripped all the skin off. Reaffirming his grip on his sword, he lunged forward with all his speed and might, but alas, the hand gripped him. It was just raising him in the air when he spoke"W-What the!" He exclaimed as its's head met his gaze. He was about to panic when he felt a pressure on his shoulder and suddenly the beast was gone"Huh?" He muttered to himself. Temporarily confused, he quickly put the pieces together as he realized it was Flou grasping him. Genjutsu. Damn it, he hated Genjutsu. He sheathed his sword, turning back to face the ground, slightly abashed at how easily he was taken for a loop. Instead of a usual comment, he kept his mouth shut, relying on Flou to dispel the tension in the room.
Kenji listened to Marco, poofing her cheeks out a bit because she actually loved trouble, she desired trouble as much as blood, no...she didn't want blood...or did she? "Trouble...it always equals blood doesn't it? Glorious blood...to paint a picture of the battle...I smelled some earlier..." She looked back to Marco once she realized she daydreamed her fantasies of damn blood."Don't worry Marco, if we get in trouble I'll make sure to tell the truth and not get you in trouble, I'd rather you have a better life and not be ruined by me."She smiled sweetly before standing up, she needed to change her clothes after wearing them for a couple days. She closed her bedroom door and slid her clothes off before getting a different dress on, a short Kimono that would still help her fight, she even restrapped her sword's sheaths and the actaul swords in them, on her back before putting on her pouch and headband again.
She walked out of her room while setting her long purple hair in to a high ponytail and smiling at Marco, she had shorts underneath to not expose her underwear or anything and she had one boots instead of shoes for once."I'm going to explore around the hallways and such, don't worry I wrote our apartment number on my hand."She waved before walking out the front door, closing it behind her to start following that blood smell. "It couldn't be too far if the blood smelled like that..." She heard some people talking and peeked from around the corner as four individuals doing something, one looked shy and quiet, another looked...defensive, another looked afraid almost while someone helped him a bit.
Flamefox Merimac
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 8:59 pm
✘Marco Cross✘ xxxx❝When I hear you scream, it's music to my ears.❞
┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ Listening to what Kenji had to say, Marco just sat there and nodded. "Good." However, in many ways, Marco didn't care if she messed his life up. At this point, he almost felt like he needed to protect her. Not that she couldn't really protect herself, but more of a they have been through a lot kind of way. Of course, Marco wouldn't bother to admit it. He didn't care for getting emotionally attached to people. This went back to the days when he was a kid and listening to his father. His father was a shinobi just like him and he told Marco to not get involved with people if he could help it. It wasn't to say he needed to be mean, but his father had lost friends in their line of work and he didn't want Marco to go through that pain. Marco held onto that idea and hasn't gotten super close to anyone since.
Either way, he shook the thought from his mind and wave as Kenji was leaving. "Have fun I guess." He laughed a little bit at the whole writing the number on her hand. Knowing her, she would wash it off without knowing it. Either way, with the apartment to himself, he pushed off the couch and headed to the bathroom. Turing the shower on, he stood in front of the mirror waiting for the water to heat him. Running his fingers through his hair, he got undressed and hoped into the shower. ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅
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Jack's eyes slowly burned down to a simmer, the fires within them going out at last. Awareness came next, followed by him leaving his head to fall forward slightly and drape his hair over his face. While not long, the silky black locks still obscured much of his expression. He did not move nor speak, other than to raise one hand and take Shadow's squeezing it to show that he was fine and well.
To Jack the world seemed paler, less filled with life. Not once that he could remember had he ever been so close to seeing the afterlife. Already he knew that Rhom'Vegra had sensed the pain, but one thought stopped the giant cat from going after him, and instead returned him to his mission. No, this was a close call, but one he could deal with. Had be been about to kill someone? Why were his hands formed into the Snake handsign? Releasing his interlocked fingers, Jack sighed and raised his eyes to the man he knew as Flou. "Flou...Come you as lightning..." His eyes became pained, remembering the boy's question. Sweat dripped from his hair onto his cheeks, but he did not wipe them off. "I...Talk as twine..."
"I Must Drag Truth Kicking and Screaming into the Light"
"I Will Show You What You Truly Are"
"The Savior... or the Beast..."
The girl known as Kenji would hear it first...
...drip...drip...drip...drip...
It was a metronome in her mind, a beacon to her inner self, a keen that sought with silken hooks for the part of her she held down deep. Come... it whispered. Touch me...bathe in me....
The scarlet puddle before her feet, a trail leading further into the apartment complex, further into the darkness between the buildings, was all she could see.
Would it be enough to tempt her?
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 9:31 pm
Kenji unfocused on the four men, hearing sounds of music to her ears, 'drip...drip...drip...' it was like Mozart! She tilted her head down to spot what she had stepped in, crimson puddle of art! Her hand hovered above her pale pink lips in amazement till she bit down on her lower lip, she needed to hold back that cruel yet satifisying urge to follow such art. "I can't...but it's so beautiful! Still...I promised to detour from my set path. You didn't shake on it!" She chuckled, maybe she could follow it just this once and so her feet lifted one and another forward down that hallway, going across open sighted of the two who faced that end of the hallway. Being so far down that way, she'd look like a shadow in the dark part of the hallway due to lights being broken at that end.
Once she passed there, she kept going, being sure to step in every puddle and stopping at a rather thick puddle, sticking her hand on it and continuing on her way, letting her fingers slid across the wall to make two finger lines down where she was going. "It feels warm..." No! She couldn't release her true self! She was in enough trouble for nearly hitting a civilian and she was still angry about not killing that pickpocket and the mizukage would be mad at her for seeing Kein...whatever, she might as well make her soon to be riot-act from Sypher be worth it! She wouldn't let herself crack enough to forget herself though, but the blood smell just kept getting thicker as if she was getting close to a source.
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-----ωhen Jack slumped forward into my hand, I assumed he had calmed down, and I sighed in relief. But for a moment, I wasn't sure if he had passed out again, not until I saw his hand snake up to grab mine. He squeezed it gently, and I knew he was alright. -----I guess Flou figured he would just ask Jack instead what happened instead of waiting for me to write it down. I don't think he knew that Jack was incapable of speaking properly, in which case waiting for me to write it all out would probably work more efficiently anyway. -----The other guy, for once, remained silent, and the silence almost sang with joy. -----I removed my hand both from Jack's grip and from in front of his eyes when he spoke, since he was addressing Flou. That way he could actually see the older shinobi he was speaking to. And, as expected, Jack's words made little sense. I understood them, and they weren't particularly hard to figure out anyway. All he said was that Flou got there fast--I'd only sprinted across town to find him, after all--and that his words were jumbled, which was obvious. -----I looked up at Flou for a moment, and then back at Jack, my mind warring with itself to decide whether or not it wanted to allow me to speak. In the end, I won out and spoke quietly to Jack. "If it helps, why not use one of your techniques to speak? Like the one you probably don't remember using earlier..." I remembered it clearly, how frightening it had been at the time, how my will had turned against me with a few simple words. Thankfully, no harm had come of it, but that didn't make it any more comforting.
This is what I am | What I am is this | I am this [man]&[warrior]&[]&[]
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Mizukage [Ninjutsu][Elemental Dual Wielder][ ]
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Arriving in the area, Sypher paused to judge who was in the area around Jack. It felt like Flou, of course, and Jack, Shadow....Mak....and Kenji? He didn't hesitate as he walked but he wondered why so many had gathered. Figuring from what he'd seen in the office, Sypher knew Mak had followed Flou and Shadow. Not a surprise. The boy didn't seem able to keep his nose out of anything But why is Kenji here?Deciding it was better to figure it out then wait around, Sypher sent a clone off after Kenji. Coming around a corner, the clone saw Kenji and...what was that feeling near her chakra? It was familiar....but...his golden eyes darkened to brown as he recognized that lingering taint "..." a quiet growl came out of his throat but he said nothing as he came up behind Kenji, his mere presence starting to weigh the area down as his chakra moved to crush the remaining smell of Kein from Kenji's clothes. The foolish girl had gone to see him. Was it really a surprise though?....no. And with that, came a careful calm that allowed him to gently tap Kenji's head with one finger "Kenji." the clones voice was right above her head, indicating he was looking down at her. Meanwhile, Sypher had entered the area that comprised of Jack, Flou and Shadow...as well as Mak. His gaze went first to Jack, seeing that he was safely being treated by Flou or had been. Then to Shadow, then to Mak and finally resting on Flou before going back to Jack "Jack." he said, still retaining that calm and keeping his chakra tight to his body "You're alright?" his voice carried mild but real concern. So confident of Flou's skills, Sypher didn't doubt the medic. But the question carried more then just concern about Jack's well being. He expected answers. If Jack was well enough to explain.
The tap on her head seemed to get her senses back, but she didn't look up at Sypher, fearing he would be angry and she didn't think he already knew about her going to see Kein."M-Mizukage-sama..."She kept looking away, what use was it to hide her guilt of disobeying him? There was no chance of her lying to him at all, and she didn't want to think of what kind of trouble she was in for seeing Kein, now if he knew she had a hawk (which she left behind at the apartment) then he would surely be pissed off."I'm guessing your mad already? Disappointed? Stressed? All of thee above?"She finally looked up at him, smiling just slightly to hopefully ease any hatred towards her from him. Being this close to just his clone made her sense the anger in his chakra, it usually rose when someone was mad, and it just made her more nervous because he was still intimidating without his smile.
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