Luka turned at what Simon had said to Elizabeth. Why had he gone on a rant about gods and Jashin obviously being the only one to matter? Had Elizabeth slandered Lord Jashin's name? Luka fumed on the inside at this. Even if Elizabeth did not accept Jashin, likening herself to a god was such a pretentious thing to do. Even Luka with an ego as big as his would never presume as much. He could live for a thousand years and would never say he is a god. There is one god, and he is Jashin. One day, even though today was not that day, Luka would remove such a blight upon the world. He would laugh as his hands tore out her throat. He would sing as the blood flowed down his body. Luka would give all of Elizabeth to Lord Jashin.
Simon's response only served to further infuriate Luka. Jashin would only rid himself of Luka if Luka failed to serve him. Luka would not do that. Ever. The threat was well accepted and Luka bristled with excitement. If Simon wanted to see who truly had the favor of God than Luka was more than willing to accommodate him. But for now there was no point in even bothering to do so. Elizabeth would surely stop them. When Petra tried to change the subject Luka laughed. He laughed even harder at Petra's 'maybe' to Jakob. Luka clapped the boy on the back and scratched at his hole once more, deciding to get himself to the hospital. "After I get patched up we train, yes?" Luka said to everyone in the area. He gathered his s**t and headed off to the hospital to patch his a** up.
Luka walked through the chaotic streets of Tsuki after the bloodshed. He laughed at a ninja who was impaled on a spike and chuckled at another missing his legs. One made Luka pause though, it was a ninja still alive. There was a hole in his chest, nearly the same as Luka's. The red-headed hot head crouched down beside the ninja. "Please, help me." He said, reaching out to Luka and grasping his legs. Luka sighed and put his head down to pray. "Lord Jashin, accept this pitiful beast as my latest sacrifice." Luka looked at the hole in this ninja's chest, thinking about the same wound on his own. Such a thing as Luka's blessing from Jashin kept him alive, yet this shinobi was dying. "If only you had accepted Jashin into your heart, you'd be alive." Luka said as he performed the mercy killing. He grasped his hands around the ninja's neck and squeezed until there was no more life. Luka shook his head and walked forward to the triage center. When people saw Luka they stepped aside, this time because of his wound. He walked right into tent for lesser wounds and sat around until someone actually patched him up. When they did the skin was just as new, save for a twisting scar. "No, leave it. I like it. Makes me look fierce." Luka said as he rose to his feet and left to make it back to the group. When he did he scratched at the newly created skin. "So, training anyone?" Luka said with eagerness.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
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Elizabeth and Nagini gave a snicker at Jager's response to Jakob's lack of blood and beef at first, but her attention was ripped away from the nonsense that he was talking when Simon's mind was again active. She listen to his thoughts, feeling what he was thinking... looking at his eyes with her own. She arched an eyebrow, or lack thereof, and smiled as he spoke again. He did have a point... especially in her position the likelyhood that she would expire was ever increasing daily. Especially with immortal idiots running around. Once she had given it more thought than how to use his name to fire at someone, she did have to at least somewhat acknowledge that Jashin was somehow real, weather god or not. Otherwise how else could she stab a blade through someone and they not die. She and Simon had found common ground in that at least, and in that he respected her as well. With a flash she would send him a thought without speaking, and that was that she had respect for him and his religion. Even still, she wasn't going to ignore the stupid fantasy that Luka had envisioned of killing her. Simon's response had been one thing, but her's would be of a different kind entirely. He left to get patched up, and in the time when he was gone she looked to Petra and addressed her concerns about the bandits.
I do know who caused it. The leader of the unit sent here was a man named Sae. He was more than a bandit, he was a slaver. I know who leads them over all, and they will be struck down. For now, I want you to go find and destroy their base in the Plains of Sky country. The exact location is a bit fuzzy, but in the flatlands there is a rock formation that looks like a cave entrance. It'l be hard to miss. I want you to go there with Luka and kill any and all who stand against you. she said just as the other Jashinist arrived. I will allow you enough time to get a bit of training done, but I want you both gone by nightfall. This will be an A rank mission. She would turn her gaze to Luka and focus her thoughts on him, Nagini raising his head over her shoulder and looking at him with such a boring stare that he ma ynot have even considered her prey. And I would pray that "lord Jashin" keeps you in his favor. I mean, the comedic relief of someone so stupid would eventually stop being enough to cover any... weakness. With that she would flip her hair backwards and tie it up behind her head using one of her own dreadlocks. She popped her neck and pointed to Jakob and Simon. You two are coming with me. she would tell them and then leap from the roof. She would only move as fast as they could keep up with her, but even then her pace was brisk.
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"Those are some tough cats then, Luka." Jakob didn't exactly know what to say to that, so the maladroit speech just kept spilling out. Luka was hard to talk to, given how socially awkward he was, and the Uchiha couldn't very well figure out how to connect with him. It seemed like he was focused on death and violence, while Jakob's ambitions were focused on protecting the people he cared for and justice. It was cliche of him, but that was who he was. Jakob caught Luka's stare, and raised an eyebrow. Before he could say anything, the teen was pulled over away from Petra. "A real man? Guess that counts you out, huh?"
Petra seemingly heard their conversation, and attacked Luka for his actions. That made him smile. That was one of the reasons why he liked Petra. She could take care of herself, and Jakob could appreciate that. "Well maybe i'll get a straight answer out of you afterwards." He smiled, then dashed off, following the Kage. Romance was a strange concept in a world were death was relatively normal. Sometimes there was no space for emotions such as love, since the carnage and destructive nature of the shinobi macrocosm out shined all. Even though, fear and distrust engulfed the benevolence, Jakob was determined to spend time with Petra, or anyone he cared about.
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Petra took Luka's hand and smiles softly, "lead the way Luka-kun! I'll follow!" She waved a gentle goodbye to Jakob, Simon, and Elizabeth, her kage and two friends.
Luka had made it back in time to hear that he and Petra were to go on a mission, but not before some training was done. This was an excellent decision on the part of Elizabeth. Luka was on edge at the moment and wanted to get another chance to sacrifice to Lord Jashin. If he was able to learn more abilities than it would mean there were more methods of killing. Not only that, but he would be alone with Petra. Maybe there was a chance she would reward him with something fun. Just as his excitement was bubbling over Elizabeth invaded his thoughts again. His annoyance was evident, his mind was his own. Her words fell upon deaf ears, Luka had already left his fate up to his Lord. If it was Jashin's will that Luka should fall to Elizabeth than so be it. But apparently today was not that day. This merely proved that he was still within Jashin's favor, and Luka did not intend to let that go to waste.
Luka watched Elizabeth go and only turned when Jakob spoke to him. He grinned and waved at Jakob as he left. "Don't go getting yourself killed Jakob! That would make this game very easy for me!" He said laughing after. It was not meant to be an insult to Petra at all, just Luka's way of teasing Jakob. When the girl took his hand and told him to lead, Luka nodded his head. They would get some training done before leaving. "Let us go to the training grounds, there are less people to explode there." Luka walked hand in hand with Petra to the designated training area.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
[Tsuki's fallen into a bit of a state of inactivity. I'm here to help with anything and everything. Missions, chatting, training, come on over and I'll help you guys out.]
Luka strutted out onto the field, taking in the bright morning light. He had recently been working on becoming a chuunin, but due to a lack of activity in the world his growth had been stunted. Another thing he had noticed was that the Moon's shinobi force seemed to have gone on vacation. No one was around. No one was training. No one was doing missions. Sure, Elizabeth their leader had gone AWOL but that was no reason for a village to cease moving. Every single shinobi and kunoichi had the ability to work on their own skills and grow on their own. Since nobody seemed to want to do that, Luka decided he would make himself available for anyone to talk with. He would help them train, fight, carry out missions, or just simply talk to them if thats what they wanted. Even though Luka could care less if Tsuki fell into disrepair, what he did care about was being obliterated. If his body was destroyed how on earth would he sacrifice to Lord Jashin? The village helped protect him in times of war or great peril; times like they were in right now. He wanted to help ensure that Tsukigakure had at least a fighting chance in the inevitable battle to the death. Stronger bonds and stronger ninja would definitely further his cause.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
Satsuki really (really really really really really) needed to up her training regime! If she was going to become a chunin anytime soon and not spend the rest of her boring life behind a flower shop counter, she was going to have to do the work to get there. That wasn't going so well at the moment because Satsuki had just woken up two hours later than what she set her alarm clock for. She washed and changed in a state of semi-panic, vaulted out of her second floor window, and did a double take.
What on earth-?
Who invaded the village and why was she not up for it? Yes, sure she had trained until really really late last night, but this was just embarrassing. Hopefully no one would notice that she hadn't been out mauling... whoever these people were. Satsuki did a guilty somersault, the only proof of her inner turmoil, and was careful not to cut herself on her scythe, or get tangled up by the chain.
She started for the nearby training field. To her, compensation for not kicking a** was getting better at what she did, so that next time she could kick a** and bust heads, without, you know, actually killing someone or something, 'cause that would be embarrassing and gross, and I mean, think of their parents, they would be so sad and stuff if their kid got mauled by a kusarigama wielding 16 year old. Satsuki blinked; she really needed to stop mind rambling.
Along the way, some guy with a sword in his gut began to howl at her. Satsuki averted her eyes and hurried on, going faster, not slower. By the time she got to the training field, she was running hard. There was someone there, red haired and umm, shirtless. The sight of someone there, in her training field was so unnerving that Satsuki did another somersault. She came up with her hands like an acrobat and immediately blushed. "Umm, hi, don't mind me, I do somersaults when I'm surprised or something," Satsuki said quickly, in one breath.
"Are you here to train or something?"
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((*narrows eyes* this isnt the training grounds o.o))
Isphet strolled down the road, talking to Andrew, curled up around her neck. She stopped suddenly as a strange person, summersaulting about like a loon, almost smashed into her. With a raised brow she followed her, ignoring everything else but the ferret on her person. She followed her until she was standing before the intimidating red head. A small smirk played about her lips as she watched the girl tumble yet again... A very strange nervous habit...?
She seemed scattered,Though Isphet wasnt about to start judging the odd girl, She meant nothing to her... Like everyone else, Except for Andrew. She dragged her eyes away from the girl and surveyed more closely, the man before them with cold eyes. With a slight shrug of her shoulder she reached her left hand over to scratch the ferret's head softly.
She stepped forward tapped the girls shoulder and remarked "You really need to be careful of who you almost run over with your mad tumbling about everywhere..."
Luka was currently resting on the rim of a fountain, listening to the water fall and splash into the pool. It was carved from marble and had the shape of a woman on top of it. She was reaching towards the moon and tears flowed freely from her eyes. The statue had always been haunting to Luka. What the hell was she even reaching for? The one true Lord was Jashin, and he did not live on the moon. He rubbed at his head absentmindedly as he pondered it. All too soon his musings were interrupted by the sound of someone moving around like someone with ants in their pants. Luka arched an eyebrow and crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest. He never wore a shirt, though it was not to show off his body. Luka already knew he was a perfect specimen. Jashin made him in the way he wished and Luka would never see anything wrong with himself. He had a tattoo of Jashin's symbol upon his body, covering his left pectoral. There was also a symbol of Jashin upon his belt, and a medallion. He did not hide his religion, nor anything about himself. Luka had actually completed an entire mission in nothing but the sword on his back. He stared at the girl for a moment and then grunted as he pushed himself to his full height. Luka was very tall, and very large. "No, I am here to help. Luka Jaeger." He said as he offered his hand to shake. "I have learned what I can already, but as you can see Tsuki needs assistance. I am going to whip the rest of the genin into shape." The way Luka said it made sound like he'd actually whip people. He probably would too. Before he could start talking again some prissy looking girl stepped forth and began to lecture Satsuki. He leaned to the side and noticed the rat looking thing on her shoulder. "You have a rat on your shoulder." Luka said as a matter of factly.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
Satsuki took the hand offered to her and shook it firmly. She didn't offer her name; she always forgot to do that, but she was always tumbling around town and was sort of (in)famous for scaring pedestrians silly.
"I suppose I could use some whipping into shape," she admitted, grinning sheepishly. This guy was not creepy at all. Nope
Someone else addressed her and she whirled around on the balls of her feet and found a tall blonde girl with... a parasol and a rat (was that what it was?) behind her. She contemplated her with big brown eyes, her eyebrows all up in her bangs and her mouth gaping.
Is this girl some sort of princess or something? All that lace must cost a fortune!
She realized she was staring and shut her mouth with an audible snap. Then the blonde's words registered in her brain and she began to function again.
"Oh, sorry! Did I nearly knock you over or something?" she gushed as she scanned the girl for any dusty footprints or visible bumps or bruises. "But not to worry! I haven't really actually knocked anyone over or anything on accident. I don't mean to start now."
She stared at the rat.
"You have a rat on your shoulder," she repeated blankly.
Isphet listened to the girl and her excuse before glaring, first at the obvious worshipper of Jashin, and then at the girl as the y both called Andrew A rat. "No, I do not have a rat anywhere upon my person. He is a ferret..." After that she returned to the previous conversation about her being almost bowled over. "Luckily, unlike you I do have some awareness of my surroundings, So I managed to avoid you. In future, be careful, please." She never actually accepted the girl apology, just berated her some more on her being careful in future, before turning back to the Jashinist, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk on her lips. Her only thought of him thus far being that he seemed a tad ignorant... mistaking a ferret for a rat...
First and foremost Luka never took anyone's crap. Even when Elizabeth berated him Luka would answer back. It had cost him his head twice, but that did not stop him. Luka narrowed his eyebrows at Isphet, already not enjoying her sass. His lips pressed into a thin line and for a moment Luka felt the sudden urge to sacrifice to Jashin. He suppressed that feeling, knowing that would only make Elizabeth rip his arms off again or something. Luka released the pent up breath he had and stared at the rat on her shoulders. Why would anyone carry a rodent around? That wasn't sanitary. He gave Isphet the once over and wondered what the hell was up with her. All laced up like she was going to some sort of BDSM party. At the thought of that Luka smirked, he would not mind partaking in that. Pleasure and pain were one in the same for him. And perhaps Ishpet needed a good time to loosen her up. Realizing he was staring but not totally caring, Luka waved his hand through the air and dismissed the conversation, starting is own instead. "Right, who are you two?" He said, cutting through the crap. He was never one for beating around the bushes. People around them were walking by and occasionally glancing at him, smiling and waving. Recently Luka had gained a bit of a name around here. "Look, it's the Jaegerbomb!" They whispered in excitement. He was a bit of a thing now, from having killed and captured so many people and boats at once in the defense of the village. Now people were liking him, instead of fearing him. Luka honestly preferred the latter.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
Satsuki listened stiffly to the girl and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If she had an older sister, maybe this is what she would sound like: snobby snobby snobby.
"I can give it a whirl, I suppose," she managed at last, trying not to look too annoyed.
"Satsuki Fuu," she replied to Luka in turn. "I thought I said so, but I guess I forgot or something." Satsuki winced as some random guy came up right next to her and full out yelled in her ear, "Hey, look! It's the Jaegerbomb!" He began jumping up and down and running away squealing, while Satsuki tested to see if she could still hear in that ear.
"Famous around town, much?" she asked cheerfully. Jaegerbomb. Cute nickname.
Are you sure that's a ferret? 'Cause it looks like a rat to me.
Completely oblivious to his looking her over, Isphet regarded him coldly. "Isphet Nara," She wasnt about to expend any more words than absolutely necessary anymore. She looked unimpressed by his apparent fame, people dithering about, acting like complete fools. The one barrelling through their midst made her take a step back. Disgust now apparent on her face. Who would ever want to be fawned over in such a desperate manner? With a small shake of her head she grinned as Andrew rubbed his cold little nose against her cheek, warming her heart a little.
