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 Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2017 1:50 pm
Should Haikyo attempt to search for souls now he would indeed be able to sense Kalam, sense of overwhelming darkness and power would meet his senses. It was as if the death clung to him and shadows sought him.
Kalam shook his head softly, poising the dagger to strike. "Is that so? You make for a poor shinobi I would assume, in my experience they're very focused on self control and are generally more aware of their limits." Turning his eyes to the clamps of the the chair, he shook his head and returned the dagger to it's sheath. "I can't break these but I know someone who can. In the mean time, you can tell me about why you're here and how many of you are there." As he spoke two more figures entered the cell through the strange shadow in the corner.
The first man was tall and skinny, his body wrapped in dark brown robes that clung to his body but hung loose around the chest and had billowing sleeves that closed shut around his wrists. Should Haikyo be continuing to try to sense souls he would find that alarmingly this man had more than one soul, in fact it would seem as though seven separate souls inhabited the body in harmony, each holding a large reserve of power and were distinctively different from each other.
The second man was short and round in the face but powerfully built. A look of mania glinted in his eyes but his face was impassive as he approached Kalam and knelt beside the chair. From some where behind his back he produced a few small balls of clay and placed it against the joints of the clamps holding back Michio's wrists, shins and head. "So... you're going to feel some discomfort." The man said, his voice sounded like gravel crushing against each other. Not quietly or discreetly, he turned to Kalam to say, "It's going to hurt a lot, he's probably a dead man, I'm excited to see how many pieces are left of him."
Ignoring the man, Kalam kept his eyes on Michio. "Don't mind him. You were saying?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 9:00 am
Michio winced when he was called a poor shinobi, his pride hurt. In fairness, Kalam wasn't wrong. Being good with self control was a common virtue among shinobi of all villages. The Ketsueki man looked out of the corner of his eye at Kalam. "Being more drunk than I've ever been skewed my judgment. I had no idea that alcohol was so powerful, or else I might have just ordered water instead."Another man materialized from behind Kalam and approached him, and Michio couldn't help but swallow hard after the restraints were fitted with a malleable clay. "I was given a mission to free a certain prisoner and ensure that he would be able to make a change in this city. As for how many of us there are, I can't be sure. What I do know is that besides my team mate, who I lost track of after the tavern, and myself, there's one more shinobi mere cages down the way. Also, he's somehow communicating with me and is requesting that he be freed as well. I know it probably sounds like I'm going crazy, and maybe I really am, but that's the truth of it as I know it."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 11:21 am
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Haikyo couldn't help himself...he had to know...and connecting with one of these men might prove beneficial in the long run. He had little to lose--if they didn't help him he was dead anyways. "I am the shinobi that Michio is speaking of. I am a few cells down the hall...and I am a member of the Yomi clan. Sir...whoever you may be...how is it you contain more than one individual soul? I have never heard of a being capable of this outside of our clan..." Haikyo didn't even ask if the man would help him at this point--his curiosity was too strong...he had to know. How was this man capable of such a feat? Was he like Haikyo? Was he like his grandfather? Was he...a Yomi?
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 11:37 am
The tall man turned too look into the hallway, "Seems he's telling the truth, Kalam." The man turned back to face Michio, his bright eyes cold and hard. The forced connection that Haikyo had created was in return forcibly destroyed in a manner that would physically shock the boy, threatening to shatter his mind but the sensation would eventually cede. It would be hard to regain a sense of what he had felt once it was gone. "Also, tell your friend to be careful with who he tampers with. If he ever does that again to me he will find a lot more broken then just a connection." With a nod to Kalam, the man returned to the shadow and disappeared.
A brow rises on Kalam's face, "Ah damn it, you've made him mad. That's never good. Consider yourselves lucky, most people aren't as.. restrained as him. Whatever that man is doing, he should learn to do it with more care?" With a shrug, the bear of a man backs away and nods to the other who does the same. A moment later the the clay explodes sending metal spraying every where in the room and tearing deeply into the skin and muscle of Michio, however it's dampening effects are gone.
"Aw s**t.. you killed him..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 7:22 pm
Michio had turned his attention to the big man who had spoken to him about telling the other shinobi not to connect to him mentally, so he was unprepared for what came next. The clay detonated and Michio, who was already pinned to the floor by the chair, was pushed into the tile even further as the concussive force slammed into him. He felt his neck crick and the side of his head was immediately singed, as well as his wrists and ankles where he was held. The jolt shifted his knees and he screamed, but the sound was lost to the explosion. Pain radiated throughout his entire body, and he lay still on the cold stone floor for several seconds. Almost immediately, Michio's blood pooled forth from the newly created wounds and created a protective coating that began healing the wounds. Somehow, the damage to his kneecaps began to heal as well, restoring the shattered bones and ligaments to their former glory. "Aw s**t... you killed him..." Michio heard the man's words and groaned. "Not... dead.... but damn... that... hurt.... a lot...." he struggled to say, the pain in his head like a bell toll reverberating in his skull. "I'll need... a minute... then... I'll be fine... ouch..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2017 9:35 pm
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Haikyo tried to calm himself, breathing deeply as he sat cross legged once again. The chakra organ in his back had done wonders to recover his energies...he would be able to do more than just scrape by when he got out of this place. Hungry or not...he was not going to let things end like this. He sought out Michio once again, connecting to him after he discovered that the man was still alive. It would seem he was in increasingly better condition, in fact, as time was going by. "Are you alright in there? I thought that explosion might have killed you...those men in there...they are dark...very dark people. And very strong. Just...be careful."
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 10:47 am
The short man whistles loudly, "Would'ya look at that, Kalam? He gets blown up and just - vweep - all better! Ha, not the strangest thing I've ever seen but damn well up there." With a grunt, Kalam steps closer to Michio, extending a hand out to help him to his feet. Nodding to the other man, he departs into the shadow leaving just Kalam and Michio in the cell room. After a moment the shadow falters, disappearing slightly before reappearing once again. With a nod towards it Kalam walks through, reappearing in the cell of Haikyo.
"So, first things first we need to find this man some clothes.." Kalam says, watching Haikyo carefully. "Secondly, do you know of what's happening upstairs since you've been imprisoned?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 12:39 pm
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"Yeah...some clothing would be greatly appreciated. The priest who tortured me here...at least he didn't...take anything from me." Haikyo stated, his eyes trained on the man before him, humor in his eyes as he spoke, but at the same time, serious fear. He had been raised to be proud--to be strong--fearless. Haikyo had already been tortured today...and he had survived it. He had persevered without giving up the deepest of his secrets...he would not let himself fall to this place now. This man would not intimidate him--nobody would at this point. "I have no idea about the state of above...I was taken into these dungeons unconscious after an attack from the shinobi in the other cell. I pushed him, while he was drunk, as a distraction for the guards, not knowing who he was. Then he struck out and almost tore my throat in two. I woke up here...then I was tortured...and now...now I have a new guest." He stated, looking the man up and down, though not in a threatening way. He would give the man no reason to wish him harm, he would merely refuse to cower from him. "Do I somehow fit into a plan of yours...or...is this just a good deed? If you're even going to free me from this place, that is..." He stated, lowering his head slightly to the man. Subtle, but still submissive, though Haikyo hated to admit to himself he might have to be.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2017 8:36 pm
Michio was helped to his feet and then shook himself like a dog before falling on his a** again. His legs, though mostly healed, were still weak from the previous damage. "Just a second or two longer fellas. I'll be good to go so long as I don't get locked in one of those chairs again." he told them. After a few seconds, he stood again and this time he was much better at maintaining stability. He laughed and walked over to the door of the cell, stretching his blood forward and collecting the broken fragments of his Sand Village headband. "That's better. Now, what's through this thing?" he asked, and stepped through the still-open portal. When he walked through, he immediately found himself inside the cell of Haikyo. "Yo! How's the throat?" he asked, a smirk on his face.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 10:30 am
Kalam glanced at Michio as he entered the cell through the shadows before turning back to look at the boy before him. "A little of both, I would say. I gather you're both shinobi and you both have your personal agendas being in this city. From the sounds of it, Benjiro here was tasked with helping Leoman and the rebels take control of the city.. how about you?" The man had positioned himself to lean his back against the wall of the cell, his hands held at his waist, the handles of two daggers could be seen sticking out from behind. "I take it you're both from different villages as well?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 11:51 am
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"I already told the priest everything there is to tell about me. I did get word of this place from my village. Something about some sort of Malazar army, and them attempting to seize control of the city. I was to help them...or not. I was to see who I believed had a just cause...though I was not able to get much information on the state of things before I was jailed. Either way, I didn't actually come to complete some sort of mission...I came here with a dagger made from the ore that is produced in this place. Apparently it is some sort of special weapon--as the denizens of your city seem to have gotten right pissed that I was in possession of it. I wanted to find out about it...where it came from...why it is so special, why it was made...I wanted answers. Now...now I am content just watching this place burn." Haikyo growled. "Though...not before I get my dagger back from that sadistic priest."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 2:19 am
If looks could kill, Haikyo would have murdered him on the spot. Michio's smile faded when he responded, but shrugged. "Well, you seem to be doing alright. You're still talking, after all."Michio looked to Kalam as he called him by his cover name and the smile returned, although more sheepish this time. "You've got everything right except one thing: My name isn't Benjiro. That was part of that cover that you saw right through. It's Michio. And yes, he and I are from different countries. I come from the land where the locals brave the storms of sand. Though for how much longer, I'm not sure. Though my mission may end up being completed, if something happens to upset that after I leave this place, the leader of my village won't allow me to return and might just label me an outlaw if word reaches him before I do. He kind of hates me."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 9:59 am
Kalam barked a laugh, shaking his head in a moment of amusement. "I think you mean Malazans, and that would mean you would be from the Land of Fire. I remember the conferences with your commander, the Hokage." The man sobered up, his face becoming stern before continuing, "Yes, we plan to bring the City of Aren and all seven of the Holy Cities under the Malazan Empire. I am just a weapon to carve the path for them but our current objective to seize control and kill all the members of the Holy Family. But our primary target is the Bishop, he is the true mastermind behind this city and has the backing of the rebels.
I wont force you to help us, coerced allies are the worst. Make your own choice." Moving lithely towards the cell door, the man gave it one swift kick. The cell shook violently, sand shifting from the ceiling down as the door crunch and broke free of the wall. Giving his handy work a look over, Kalam shrugged before exiting through the shadow that continued to flicker against the wall.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 10:22 am
Michio stood impressed at the man's might and had no doubts that if he crossed Kalam, no amount of regeneration would save him for what fate awaited him. He turned to Haikyo and looked down to the naked man. "Yeah, you need some clothes." He removed his own overcoat, which was long enough that it reached the top of Michio's boots, and handed it to his former adversary. "As funny as it would be to watch the holy men to die of a heart attack, it's unbecoming to strut around in the nude.""I don't think it's wise to keep Kalam waiting, so make your decision. Are you coming with us to burn this city to the ground and bring it under new rule, or do you want to find your own way to get your dagger back?" he asked, then stepped back through the portal. Once on the other side, he looked Kalam dead in the eyes and blood flowed from his fingers, creating tendrils that swayed back and forth in a menacing manner. "I'm in."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2017 1:02 pm
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Michio looked Haikyo over, telling him that he really did need to get some clothing. Haikyo ground his teeth together as the man handed him an overcoat. He promptly pulled it over his body and he clapped his fist to an open palm in front of him and dropped to one knee, his head lowered. "I owe you a debt. Thank you. If you ever find yourself in the Land of Fire...I might be willing to look past our differences from before, if you might take me up on a drink. On me, of course." He stated with a warm smile as he stood back up. When Michio asked him if he was going to find his own way, or go with Kalam, he smirked. "In my professional opinion, it is wise to follow the man who kicks through prison doors. Besides...they are after the man who just took my dagger and tortured me. He speaks with velvet honey, but when you are close enough to see, there is a monster behind those eyes." Haikyo stated, his voice a low rumble as he walked forward behind Michio.
Upon entering the other side, he nodded toward Kalam, now wearing the overcoat, and at least slightly decent. He had a dagger to get back, and a bishop to watch scream in pain before he died.
[ooc: ]
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