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"Bitterness is a Cancer, It eats Upon the host..."

Sessou continued walking onwards for a good amount of time without ever seeing anyone; It was to the point that at one point he actually thought that the others had never gotten out of there coffin's. There was no sign's of life at all in this forest so far at least. It seemed that way at least until he saw a small fire... it appeared to be a campfire off in the distance, whoever it was who had started it was either very sure of themselves or very..... very dumb. Drawing attention to yourselves in an exam were the point was survival wasn't a very bright Idea so unless this fire was keeping them from freezing to Death it was a mistake...

Sessou planned on going forward to see the moron who had started this fire but he was interrupted by a violent cough; which then showed him that he had coughed up from rather thick black sludge; and it felt as though he had gargled with Broken glass and Bleach. So before any interaction with the poor soul who was getting cozy with the fire over there, there were a few things that he needed to do first.

Crouching down Sessou took the Metal case off from his shoulder and popped it open; taking a small bottle of painkillers out and putting two into his mouth; while the bottle said take 4 or more per dosage, he would rather get a little relief and save more for when he needed it.

So with that The boy closed the case back up and slipped it over his shoulder, cracked his neck slightly; and started towards the small fire in the distance.

"...But anger is like a Fire, It burns all clean"

Sharingan, One Tomoe: Inactive

One of the most startling things here was the utter lack of most sensations, yet in an odd contrast some of them where in a stark hyper drive with a muted film veiling them. He inhaled, the sound sort of like a sucking chest wound. His migraine had become that of a dull throb but he had yet to receive any relief, and it seemed quite intent on continuing. Occasionally as he passed the flora and fauna he would pass his hand out over them as to touch them; however as he did this he merely passed through them.

Anger darkened his thoughts, as serene as he found this setting to be truly; the thought of everything here that he could not touch only reminded him of his failures. The power he was oh so close to yet forever out of his reach, or so it seemed. He activated his Sharingan briefly and the migraine flared back with a passionate vengeance matched only by the intensity of one-thousand suns. Snarling out loud and touching his now clenched shut with his gloved hands. The cold of the leather was soothing, and the purpose of torturing himself was worth it only to the Stranger himself.

He needed to find her.. why? Oh because it pleased him to do so, he refused to die away from her; if anything he owed her the pleasure of killing him and watching the light fade from his eyes. Just as he did her in that wonderful laboratory of hers. It was strange even to him his obsession with her, yet he never questioned it in her presence. "Perhaps it is something akin to Karasu and the Lady?"

He quickly shook himself, which he regretted because the nausea that was under control now came back as his stomach did back-flips to his brain's internal mosh pit with his skull. He quickly heaved, lifted his mask in time and leaned forward to hurl. The Stranger never bothered to look at his regurgitation, he could taste it, beneath the bile and the remnants of food it was there.

Blood. He was slowly but surely dying. There was the faintest notion of a thought where he wondered if the others suffered as he did, if his constitution was worse or better? For the moment he let those wandering feelings slide, he was starting to feel the beginning twinges of pain, who know how long he had been walking. The passage of time was in of itself, none existent to perception. Correcting his course to what he thought was more concentrated source of her chakra he trudged on. He was careful to keep his ears sharp, they were likely to keep him more alert here than his eyes were anyway.

There was a slight wind that cooled the sweat on his face, realizing his mask was off he readjusted it so he was once again hidden in plain sight. Onward he stalked and skulked, searching for the den.. the rock.. or tree in which under she lay. His long sleeve over shirt and pants kept him marginally warm, minus the gaping maw in his back where Serene tried to make like the French revolution and have him play the part of King Louie. Returning his focus to the morbid land of intrigue and forgotten shadow in front of him, he smiled a half crooked and deranged looking thing if his face was perceptible.

"What a lovely place to meet death, maybe we will have tea."

Sharingan, One Tomoe: Inactive

After a while of walking without any aid, sustenance of any kind he had to take a moment to breathe. He did a slow spin, taking in his void environment. The wind was shallow, the area completely devoid of life as far as he could perceive; at least now anyway, maybe he could improve his techniques later. "Perhaps she will even offer me aid after this... or before. If I die it is really no big loss to her anyway."

As he was looking around, out of the corner of his peripheral vision he saw it. Darting behind the trees, damn it was fast. Not overly tall, all in shadow but as soon as he went to look at the thing fully, it had vanished. He blinked again straining his eyes, he dare not risk his Sharingan for the pain would be nothing short of intolerable for the moment; at least until he found a means to sate the agony. He thoughts were addled with fever and rash from exhaustion.

Running in the direction of the disturbance, the Stranger rounded the large tree to find nothing. Not even a whisper of life, save for his diminishing addition to that count. Alone in the twilight glow of the plants, he let his shoulder slump into the tree carefully avoiding contact to the device and anything. He reached up with his off hand and rubbed at his eyes and nose bridge through the mask's eyelets.

Not only had the headache worsened in the short burst of energy, he was also winded. From a paltry distant to a ninja, especially a youthful one. He needed to get this under control quickly. But for the moment he would rest.

Sharingan, One Tomoe: Inactive

He was leaning against one of three that had a true substance, unlike the ghostly shrubs surrounding him. The ground was cold, the tree had been slowly stealing his precious body heat despite his clothing. It had been a days since he woke up in the coffin at least by his account, however even that was at best sketchy. He had sat in a feverish state for some time and decided that despite his weariness, he needed to press on.

He got up to his feet, however faltered to his knees. Panting, pained, he thought briefly about staying right where he was... wait. No. "No. NO. NO!!" One of his hands clutched at the earth beneath him, clawing jagged furrows into the ground. His remaining hand gripped on his chest above his heart, growling angrily to the point it sounded like an animal gurgling on the blood of another.

"No..I .. I will.. not here... I... w-will... Surviiivee.."

He started with the toes of his boots. Digging into the ground beneath him, rolling on to the balls of his feet. Clenching his calves and then his thighs despite the burning his body he rose. His hand left the ground and he finally was standing upright, slightly off kilter but horizontal. As he looked around, there it was again. The tiny figure, quickly walking away. Exhausted but curious the Stranger trudged on to find out who or what it was.

Sharingan, One Tomoe: Inactive

He took a few moments to look around his environment once again. Not much had changed, the tree were still dark and ominous. The ambient glow still tried and failed to permeate the dark, at best it accentuated the features; bringing out the ugliest visages of the dark. Even now the stranger did not like the dark, it was neither comforting nor was it frightening. Merely an annoyance, a monkey on his back that he could not be rid of at his choosing or convenience. So for now he was stuck with, and irritated all the more.

The headache had lessened slightly, it only felt like an axe murder was using his head as the stump to place the logs he was splitting; versus having a trip-hammer beating metal senselessly inside his brain. The nausea thankfully hadn't lessened nor had it worsened, although there was little in the ways of food or drink to really cause his olfactory glands distress. Hydration was well on its way to setting in, he had not found anything to eat or drink. Scanning the trees, the shrubs; there were not even insects on this plane of existence. He needed to find or do something soon or he would really be in trouble.

That was when he saw the figure again. As always, it was cloaked and clad so that features portraying gender or age were but a mystery for imagination to ponder. It was much closer now, well within spitting distance; it was almost dainty, the frame and height were both small and slender. He froze in his position, becoming much like the hellish trees surrounding them; dark, dangerous, and devoid of life. Occasionally an ominous wind would come and tousle the hair of his mask, other than that there was not movement.

No one was breathing, and if he wasn't positive it wasn't so, the Stranger would swear his heart stopped beating. Then, the figure moved, a slender white hand came out of the robes. The nails were painted and adorned meticulously like someone of importance or someone who took a great deal of care in her outward appearance. Slowly drifting up towards the hood the hand gave no hint as to who it belonged to, that is until she grabbed her hood and slowly lifted it until it drew back and slipped down her face.

The Stranger's eyes widened behind his mask; he watched her carefully, and quite considerably. The tension in his chest started to ease, yet there was something off? Almost something in the air, but he could not fathom what it was. For now all he cared about was that she was here, he could consort with her to get a better grasp of this.. well this mess. Senri stood in front of the Stranger silent as death, however she had a faint quirky type of smile. A mischievous on that looked more at home on his face than hers.

She spoke a single word but there was no sound. Like someone had hit the mute button on the television. He looked at her with a look of confusion, he could not fathom what game she was playing but something was off. All she did in turn was close her eyes and continue to mouth the same word over and over.

"Hebi, I don't unders- okay this is no longer amusing. I am the one annoys everyone else.. Fine let's See what you have to say then!"

The moment he activated activate his Sharingan, chaos shook his perception of reality. Senri's eye flooded open and flicker light like strobe lights at a dance club were emitting with blinding intensity from her eyes and mouth. The pain was immediate while simultaneously one of his neural synopses misfired. His hands flew to his eyes as he screamed in pain knocking his mask off, falling to his knee as his body convulsed forward. His elbows slammed down hard into the earth, while tried his best to keep his neck away from everything else. Body convulsing, the rapid movement affecting his nausea like a moon does the tides, he vomited everywhere.

Unable to just collapse, unable to truly rest.. this was the test. This was true survival. He lay there for a moment weeping just from the pain and the sheer exhaustion. The smell of bile intermixed with blood flooded the environment, if there were any predators he would truly have reason to worry. Though he knew better, he was truly alone. Senri despised Karasu's proximity to the Lady, and she wanted himself as far away from her as possible. Placing him alone on an island devoid of life was more than torture, it was her success in killing two birds with a single stone.

He felt around the ground until he clasped his mask. Grabbing it, he pulled it towards himself missing his expulsion barely. As he hold it to his chest while various fluids of his dried about his face he thought about the word that was almost literally burned into his vision before she vanished into the wind.

Creature.