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 Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:14 pm
~: razz alazzo de Nuri::~
~::Nuri Estate - Residential Inaba, Outskirts of District::~
Over the last month, the town of Inaba has seen many of its larger gangs disperse, but also, it has seen a sharp increase in cultist activity, particularly in the growing number of Nyxists following in the teachings of their Messianic Leader Takaya Sakaki. Despite his recent relocation of the main Strega Cult to the city of Port Island, in his stead there are leaders who continue the activities of their group in the town of Inaba, in alleys, abandoned warehouses, even a church or two on occasion. Most recently, however, they have begun meeting in the home of, or in the courtyard in front of one of their more wealthy 'believers'.
...This is the home of the Nuri Family, a wealthy and worldly family living within the town of Inaba under the direction of the young Prophet of Strega, Televaldi Nuri. Working together with him are his close family, siblings Tsuruhime, Izagumo, Ikuhisa, and Isabella. Together, they organize, plan, and execute the will of Takaya inside the town of Inaba, using this home as a boarding house for members and a base of operations, both...sort of a backwards version of the SEES-2 Dorm.
Many come and go from this place, with its large courtyard, 3 story house with multiple baths and countless bedrooms, dining hall, and lounge. There is also a large pool built into the back yard, though there are said to be much darker things buried in that area than the clear water of the pool...
...Welcome to the Home of Strega's Faithful...Praise be to the Almighty Nyx!...
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Posted: Fri Jan 21, 2011 11:37 pm
Blake Nakamura
Blake the Avaricious
Blake entered the estate, carrying his rather over-sized scythe,the large blade being draped carefully over his shoulder as to not cut himself. Blake was a little surprised that there was nobody around at the moment when he walked in. He kind of expected a big song and dance upon his arrival by the staff and the other members who already lived in the house, welcoming him into their little club but Blake now knew that that wasn't the case. He slowly walked around the large area that he found himself in upon entering the giant house. " So this is where I am going to be living?...Not bad.." Blake said to himself as he spun around in a few circle, admiring the house and praising himself as if he had bought the house with his own money instead of just ending up with a place here with everybody else who chose to stay who were members of strega. It had been a short time since the battle, but he was still a bit tired and sore form the whole ordeal. There was still allot to rap his mind around but Blake wasn't too concerned with all the details at the moment. He was just interested in gaining more power when it came to his persona and just abilities in general which was why he went out and learned a few new tricks along with getting a few new items to add to his arsenal.
Blake took a seat in the area near the entrance and merely sat and waited for somebody to show up. If nobody came soon, Blake had plans to just go wonder around and move in to the first empty room he happened to set his eyes on.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 12:14 am
Chokichi Miyaki
The raven haired teenager hadn't been too much of a distance behind Blake, arriving perhaps a few minutes after the other male. A knapsack was slung over his shoulder, containing some clothes, some money, a regular gun, and the other, special, gun. Looking at the place in the daytime, it was pretty swanky. It was a bit unbelievable he was going to be staying here, him of all the people in the world. A small chuckle ventured into the air. "Freaking sweet," he said to himself. Awesome powers, a kick a** place to crash, this Strega thing was just getting better and better. Best of all, no more sister to bug him, yell at him, or hit him. Life would be smooth from now on, he figured.
Noticing Blake sitting down, Chokichi waved at the scythe-wielding male. "Yo," he said, approaching him. "Kicking place, ain't it?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 5:20 pm
Blake Nakamura
Blake the Avaricious
Blake's mind had began to wonder a bit. He did, afterall, have allot to think about. Not even two weeks ago, Blake was still out on the streets looking for something, anything, that could convince him that there was more to the world than just the rather tedious routine of the everyday human being. And now, within two weeks, Blake has seen demons, persona, and witnessed those persona kill their hosts, along with having a battle with other persona users and seeing just how the persona fought compared to a normal human. It was all quite mind-blowing if one thought about it. Heck, it was mind blowing if one didn't think about it. Blake's thoughts were then suddenly interrupted by the words of another. The sudden interruption startled him so much that he slightly jumped and gripped the staff to his scythe, ready to swing it to whatever side of his body the sound was coming from in order to cleave the source in two but he quickly snapped into reality and merely turned a bit to face the approaching person. The way he was speaking was a little odd, considering where Blake thought he was, but he went along with it. "Yea, I guess you could say that."
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 10:36 pm
(Ignore this post, I screwed this one up and now it's a duplicate of my second post) [ imgleft]http://i640.photobucket.com/albums/uu124/FurryPsychoBunny/Roleplaying/356429-1-1-3-3-1.jpg[/imgleft] Ellen Galietsu, Senior Martial Artist Been there done that messed around
I'm having fun don't put me down
I'll never let ya sweep me off my feet
I won't let you in again
The messages I've tried to send
The information's just not going in.The screams that surrounded the basement stabbed and scratched at her nerves like a knife, she couldn't think clearly because of how scared she was. She felt so weak and vulnerable, like a defenseless little rabbit caught in a trap. The senior tried her best to pull the shackles off of her to the point of having her hands starting to slightly bleed, but they were simply too strong for the girl. Ellen's heart beated against her chest, the cult-like surroundings creeped her out too much, and the screams worried her of what would eventually happen to her. When the door suddenly opened, her heart pratically jumped out of her chest that was accompanied by a loud and fearful gasp. Noticing the blood on Zazi's clothing did not help one bit. "..." Ellen said nothing to Zazi as she looked away from him with spite. She tried to show anger, and she attempted to hide the fear inside of her.
But her heart couldn't stop beating.
She couldn't stop thinking of how crazy Zazi was, and how the blood on his clothes even got there. The fear and curiosity was too much for Ellen, finnally she yelled. "What the hell do you want from me?!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 8:50 am
Zazi Pazzia, Eccentric Sociopath
Outside screams could be heard periodically, a sound not all too common to the Nuri mansion, but with their special guest and his prisoner, today seemed to be a special occasion. Every now and then, some sinister sound, often followed by a maddening scream echoed down into the basement, through the thick and barred door that held Ellen inside this place of nightmares. The room was like a small church, set up with any number of symbols of the coming of great Nyx, a table and chains here or there. The scene was ultimately a combination of the wicked dungeon it acted as for the girl, and the atmosphere of a covenant with the unholy mother of Shadows, a cathedral to the glorious cult of Nyx. The latch on the door suddenly snapped, and the door slowly opened...if Ellen's leg was not shackled near the far side of the wall, causing her to stop just shy of the door, it might have been a moment for escape, but instead only one shadow appeared in that doorway."Hellooooo, my excitable Ellen! Energetic as ever are we? Excellent!" Zazi shouted happily, sticking his face in and raising a hand above his brow, looking around for a moment comically as if he were unable to find her in the dark room. Uncharacteristically, small splotched marred the outfit of the mad hatter of the Strega bunch, dark and crimson stains that hinted all too well at the other horrific things that had taken place while he had let her stew. Zazi was the engine of progress for the dark cult, but progress had to come at a price, as they say! "Like your new room? I made sure to give you the special guest suite, complete with cobwebs and torture devices galore! You can't FIND this kind of macabre scenery anymore!" While the conniving was grinning ear to ear, the chances of someone returning the favor were...less than likely. "Come, come, speak up! How about a test. If you take the red pill, a whole new world will open up to you! But if you take the blue pill, you'll forget everything! But either way, you're not getting out of here! BWUAHAHAheeheeeeee!"" The malice-filled man laughed after offering both of the items, taunting the girl amidst the tragic situation. Oh how he loved his job...
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 11:43 am
 Ellen Galietsu, Senior Martial Artist Been there done that messed around
I'm having fun don't put me down
I'll never let ya sweep me off my feet
I won't let you in again
The messages I've tried to send
The information's just not going in.The screams that surrounded the basement stabbed and scratched at her nerves like a knife, she couldn't think clearly because of how scared she was. She felt so weak and vulnerable, like a defenseless little rabbit caught in a trap. The senior tried her best to pull the shackles off of her to the point of having her hands starting to slightly bleed, but they were simply too strong for the girl. Ellen's heart beated against her chest, the cult-like surroundings creeped her out too much, and the screams worried her of what would eventually happen to her. When the door suddenly opened, her heart pratically jumped out of her chest that was accompanied by a loud and fearful gasp. Noticing the blood on Zazi's clothing did not help one bit. "..." Ellen said nothing to Zazi as she looked away from him with spite. She tried to show anger, and she attempted to hide the fear inside of her.
But her heart couldn't stop beating.
She couldn't stop thinking of how crazy Zazi was, and how the blood on his clothes even got there. The fear and curiosity was too much for Ellen, finnally she yelled. "What the hell do you want from me?!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 1:32 pm
Zazi Pazzia, Eccentric Sociopath
"Noooothing! Isn't that a surprise?" The clown clocked the girl in the side of the face with his oversized gun suddenly, apparently just too interesting in messing her up a bit to keep it to chit-chat. "You see, I don't want anything! That's the nature of this world, girl. Everything we create, ends up being destroyed! People cling to their precious lives, even though death is the only outcome! Who would want anything of this world? It's the pits!" The mischievous character out of any number of horror stories stepped down, and the floor moved an inch! Suddenly the area beneath Ellen dropped, as the trap door opened to a number of spikes below, all with dried blood stuck to the ends! The girl fell, and for a moment it looked like her life was at an end, but just before she got some airing out her fall was cut short as the chain binding her leg caught short, too short for her to taste the bitter end! "I'm just doing us all a favor, you'll see! You maggots are too young to realize you're own despair, but when we accomplish our goal, you won't have to worry about it! No one will suffer when we're all wiped from existence, oweeeheeheehee! Still, all of you damn students have gotten in our ways, over and over again. So I'm going to set up a little trap. And when they come running to save their 'precious' friend, you'll be there to greet them right as they all lose their lives! Guwahahaha, it will be wonderful, Wonderful!" The worst mime in history let his foot off the plate, and slowly the chain holding Ellen began to withdraw into the wall, pulling her up out of the pit and into the dank room again. Then, the floor closed, and Zazi walked across the same hard floor, reaching out and grabbing the girl by her hair, dragging her to her feet as he shoved one of the two Eyes, his matching guns in her face."Get the drift yet? That's why I need you to take this medicine voluntarily see, because you and I are going to be spending a little time together until then and you don't want to be in your right mind for it. I'd hate for you to be obstinate like that damned Monkey." Zazi's hand let go of the girl, and pulled out the red pill again, all the while keeping his gun pressed under her chin. He glanced down for a second, seeming to notice the blood, and then back up with a sudden smirk."Oh this? It was the price he paid when I had to give him a little coercion. He wasn't too willing to sell out his friends, you see?" Zazi grit his teeth and let out a little growl before stepping away from her and turning his back to the girl, stomping a few times due to his agitation."What a load of hooey! What's the point of sticking up for ANYone if it's not numero uno!? These pathetic rodents, this worthless hovel, what's there to protect? If you ask me this little hamlet called Inaba is too boring with not enough burning! We should torch EVERYTHING! And yet he had the balls to laugh at MY magnificent work? He should recognize GENIUS when he sees it, honest-!" But the scientist seemed to be too off in his own little world as he turned around quickly, attempting to exaggerate his anger when his toe caught on the trap door from before, and the clown stumbled suddenly, letting out a silly squeal as he put out his hands reflexively to stop his fall, the Left Eye skidding to a halt right at Ellen's feet."Ooheeheehee! Don't you touch that you worm! I'm warning you!" Zazi threatened suddenly and loudly with a worried voice, reaching out towards the weapon.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2011 1:32 pm
Ellen Galietsu, Senior Martial Artist Been there done that messed around
I'm having fun don't put me down
I'll never let ya sweep me off my feet
I won't let you in again
The messages I've tried to send
The information's just not going in.What? Nothing? Nothing? Ellen let out a pained yelp as Zazi hit her in the face with his gun. In rash anger she spat blood at the foot of Zazi, this guy was just a confusing little b*****d. She didn't expect a trap door to be right underneath her, and she couldn't suppress the scream that came out of her mouth when she thought she was going to fall into the spiked pit. Instead her leg was being held by the chain that kept her alive, and it was starting to ache painfully as the shackle dug into her skin. Ellen listened briefly to Zazi as he explained his little plan. Goals? Wiped from existence? Was this the Nyx that this cult believed so faithfully and strongly in? But those thoughts were diminished when Zazi told her that this was a trap. No...
Ellen already sent her distress signal to Allen who was at the Kirijo Dormitory, as she realized this she yelled in anger and frustration at Zazi as the chain pulled her back up to the room. Tightening her hands into fists as Zazi pulled her up with the gun in her face, she tried to look away from him and not keep eye contact with the psycho. Ellen's eyes widened when Zazi hinted at what he would do to her... she had to be drugged by medicine?!
Ellen felt a cold shiver down her back, this wasn't good. But when Zazi told her how the blood got there...
It was a bit of relief to have Zazi's back to her for once, she tried to listen to the nonsense he was rambling about but she had no idea what he was talking about. Whe he turned back to Ellen she prepared tp be stuck in the face by the gun again, but to her luck the gun skidded right at her feet, and with no time wasted she whipped it up from the ground and was about to shoot the gun at his head. But she didn't have the heart to kill him and decided to pull the trigger of the gun and attempt to shoot him right in his left thigh.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 2:26 pm
Zazi Pazzia, Eccentric Sociopath
"Waiwaiwaiwaaaaiiittt, eeeeh!?" Zazi's hands flew before his face as Ellen drug the gun up to position and pulled the trigger. Of course, the results weren't what she was expecting, when the trigger 'clicked' to and no shot rang out. Suddenly, the clown's hands shot from his face to his waist, and the Right Eye that matched the one in her hands was pulled from his holster as a trigger clicked the second time; only this time, a loud shot rang out to deafen the ears, made even louder by the small enclosed place. "Aha, haha, hahahahahaaa! Did you REALLY think I was going to give you a loaded gun? Stupid girl!" Blood trickled down Ellen's leg as he returned the favor, mimicking the spot she'd attacked this time before walking walking up and prying the Left Eye back from the girl, done with the little ruse. That was what Zazi did; cower and kill, and trying to understand just why he'd gone through the little routine, or done most of the things he had would simply cause one's head ache at the eccentric psychopath's mental jibber jabber. That's right, he said jibber jabber, foo. "Now listen here you little girl, I know you kids have some means of communications, I've seen it before! One of you freaks knows how to sense powers and can probably tell where we are right now, so here's the deal. We're going elsewhere. But first, it's time for your shots!" Zazi squeezed the trigger again, but this time on himself as his Persona appeared, reaching out and holding the girl against the wall as the monster of a man pulled a needle from his bag and stabbed it into her neck with extreme prejudice. "Don't worry, this is just a little concoction I've thought up. One part suppressor, one part crazy purple knockout gas, and one part where making sure you never open your trap again! Wahaheheheee!" Already Ellen could probably feel herself fading in and out of consciousness, the drug a bit slow acting, just long enough for her to think about all the trouble that their little friends were going to be facing on her behalf. The wound in her leg began to heal, slowly, and that was a sign that the girl probably wouldn't be able to discern as her head became foggy, but it was all oooh so important! "You've probably got a moment or two left before you're zonked out on the ground. Tell me, why do you think I won? Is it A) Because I'm positively BRIIILLIANT!, B) Because your power is insignificant compared to mine, you trivial worm!, or C) Because that Zazi's DAMN crazy! WRONG, IT'S NONE OF THEM! UWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAaaaa! Hee...wait, let me rephrase that..." The elbow pressed under the girl's neck was keeping her against the wall in case she had any more antics in mind, but still, the clown seemed lost in his own world for the time being, and that was a sign of just what terrors the girl might be seeing soon. After all, once her guard was down he planned to have LOADS of fun, and the fact that he had just pulled a needle out of his bag was probably a sign to the girl of more than a few painfully nightmarish tools that were soon to come as well, all just to make her feel at home! It was going to be a BLAST! Kwuahahahahahaha!
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 2:56 pm
Ellen Galietsu, Senior Martial Artist Been there done that messed around
I'm having fun don't put me down
I'll never let ya sweep me off my feet
I won't let you in again
The messages I've tried to send
The information's just not going in.Nothing could be so disheartening and as disapointing as the gun making a simple clicking noise, it made her feel like a complete buffoon. She was about to cuss at Zazi before she had realized that he himself had pulled out his own gun and shot her, forcing out a painful scream from her throat as small tears of pain formed in her eyes. Breathing deeply and heavily, anger and fear fought against eachother like fire and water as she threw a hopeless punch at Zazi, him being to far away from her to make contact with her fist. "COWARD!" shouted Ellen in rage. Zazi looked like the strong type, but she had seen him take advantage of Minori while she was poisoned, and then being kidnapped by Zazi himself. It seemed that he liked to pick on the less intimidating people... coward. Son of a b***h! Her anger had made her forget that Zazi also had a Persona, which totally caught her off guard. "Damn... you... to hell..." struggled Ellen as she was caught breathless from being held by Zazi's Persona. As the drug entered her body, she scratched at Zazi's elbow before saying one more thing. "That's a trick... question... 'cuz... you're not going ...to...win..." Ellen finnally shut down and went limp. It was now up to her friends to save
her.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 3:18 am
 =Sarutobi Sasuke=
..:The Jumping Monkey:..
"Ugh..." Sasuke groaned in pain as he came back to consciousness after the last round of blood draining had finished. God this place is a hell hole. Sasuke looked around as much as his neck would allow. Small, dank, yup torture room. The monkey tried to flex his arms and break the leather straps that tied him down to the twisted operating table but to no avail. When he was unconscious that psycho had tightened the restraints. Pretty good... He probably practiced this kinda thing all the time. Sasuke struggled for a couple minutes alone, trying to break the bonds, but there was no change and the more he struggled the tighter the restraints got. "Damn." He mumbled to himself as he relaxed. He would have to wait until he had a chance, maybe when he was in transit to the Mori, to escape. While he waited, deep in thought, he practiced the escape arts he was so skilled at ever since his training. A loud gunshot shattered his concentration, what the. Sasuke could hear muffled voices from another room. It was some girl he could tell that much. He couldn't just let her die. "HEY!? CLOWN!?" Sasuke made sure he was loud enough to be heard down the hall. "You gonna buy me dinner before the fun part!?!" Sasuke took a deep breath and tried to relax his muscles, more tension more pain. He had to keep his mind strong or else he would fail every tenant of his training.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 3:57 am
Zazi Pazzia, Eccentric Sociopath
"DON'T test me, worm! You're lucky to be alive after what that snake did to you." The fate after Zazi got his hands on Sasuke might not have been much better, but it was true that without the clown he might not have been patched up after Jormungandr got his hands on the monkey, anyways. After he'd come to however, they'd begun a game of fun, and right about now it seemed that the ape didn't think things were over, so it was time for another treat!"I bet you think you're clever, hm? Well sorry darling, but I'm all business. Now tell me what I want to know! How do I break in to that little base of yours?" Zazi hopped up on the table without warning, large curled boots stomping down on Sasuke's mid-section as Zazi towered with his arms folded, while he practiced a bit of his river dancing. "There must be something you can tell me. Does your boss have any weaknesses? Is he in looove? Come on, come on, we haven't got all day!" After Zazi had mis-stepped a time or two (catching the monkey in the face with his boot? Oops! Ehehehe), he let out a frustrated yell and gave up the difficult dance, though not before stomping the ground once in annoyance...and thus planting one well-aimed blow at the region no man would easily endure. The mystic mental hopped down from the table, and quickly picked a piece from the metal rolling tray of instruments right next to the table, already well versed in all the items. The way he could fine every part of his sadistic tool set without looking only validated Sasuke's assumption earlier, that this room was already far far too used for it's own good. "I've had a little trouble with that girl, so she's going to be...taken out of the picture, very soon. You must have heard it, hm? But enough about little miss Goody-Two-Shoes, and more about you! Well, experimenting on you that is! Uwahaha!" Long, spindly fingers raised a needle, and at last Sasuke could see the jet black liquid, a mysterious chemical not unlike a few he'd went through already. A finger went up and flicked the thin tube, and then the clown slowly lowered it towards Sasuke's arm, slowly enough for the baboon to savor the impending pain. "Beginning experimental test number 8, test subject the Devil King, Sasuke Sarutobi. Subject has proven immune to all previous drugs, including common-name Truth Serum, and a few of my failed experimental drugs with the effect to force out a Persona. The current mixture is roughly equivalent to the pills taken by Strega, though I've upgraded the dosage several times. If it works, his Persona should be forced out, and the rampage should cause it to tear it's owner to pieces like the last several subjects. If my theory is correct, however, it should prove that demonic power gives those holding it some immunity to the shadows within, causing the patient to undergo severe pain similar to the feeling of exploding from the inside. Whether his mind remains intact after the intense pain or not is of little consequence...though I'll admit you're MUCH tougher than my previous subjects! Wueeheehee..." The audio recorder running, Zazi thrust the needle the last few inches and emptied the liquid into his victim, prepared to record his findings with absolute detail once the Jumping Monkey reacted. This was what he was aiming for, the brink of new discoveries, sending his patients journeying into the unknown to hack up what little bit of information from their useless fleshbag bodies they found out before they passed on to the next life! The whole adventure worked WONDERS for his scientific mind, they should have been giving him a freaking Nobel! Instead he was trapped in a basement for the time being, working with insufficient equipment and the useless test subjects who were worth less than Garbage.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 4:29 am
=Sarutobi Sasuke=
..:The Jumping Monkey:..
The Jumping Monkey's eyes kept trained on Zazi as he berated him for not appreciating the medical assistance he had provided. Sasuke's focus was so strong he barely blinked and only seemed to breath when the crazy clown stopped for a breath. That was a different story when the eccentric sociopath decided it was time for river dancing practice. The pain was enormous, he was being booted in the chest over and over without even the slightest worry that he might knock his 'Patient' out cold. Sasuke kept disciplined though and clenched his jaw until a final strike came where no man wanted. The monkey let out an audible groan of pain and pulled in a long breath. "You're an a** you know that clown? Don't even have any cool tricks." Sasuke coughed once as the pain slowly degraded from horrible to a couple seconds after horrible. It probably wasn't going to stop hurting for a while even with drugs. "Don't worry about the base, a two bit wanna be clown like you couldn't get in even if I did teach you the secret knock." The monkey choked out a laugh between Zazi's rants. This psycho probably figured it out by now but this was exactly what Sasuke was trained to endure for days, if not weeks, so that his team could get new security measures when they noticed he was missing. The jumping monkey prepared for the worst when Zazi went for the syringe. Chemical torture? Sasuke had expected something of that ilk but from this wack-o's description this was some serious stuff. He grit his teeth as the plunger fell and and the needle was emptied into his blood stream knowing that whatever was going to come wouldn't be good. For a couple seconds after the needle was withdrawn nothing happened and Sasuke waited with Baited breath, but the psycho's science was good. Suddenly every muscle in the ninja's body convulsed and lifted the monkey's chest a couple inches off of the table. Even restrained the strength of his violent reaction was straining the leather. "You're drugs... suck!" Sasuke made fun even while his body was feeling as though something was ripping out from under his skin. The ninja's veins bulged and throbbed visibly under his blood where the shadows flowed. They were attacking him fron the inside out, tearing at every inch of his body's interior trying to find their way back outside. As he convulsed lines and patches of his body began to flash and light up intermittently. Now the convulsions were becoming sporadic and one second Sasuke's body would relax and the next his limbs would be bulging with stress. His body rejecting the shadows Sasuke couldn't keep his Atma form off and the monkey would become invisible between convulsions uncontrollably. Sometimes his hands would disappear and others his entire body would be transparent. He had lost control and was trying so desperately to get it back. After a long time the poison's effects began to slow and the convulsions would only come sporadically. Sasuke let out a low groan of in describable pain still very conscious and ready for more. "I..." Sasuke's voice was weak from the pain but he could still speak if only softly. "Think your serum is a little weak." Sasuke grinned weakly at Zazi.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2011 3:29 pm
Zazi Pazzia, Eccentric Sociopath
"My tricks are just fine, you plebeian! Watch me!" Zazi shouted, taking a personal offense to the remark about his plethora of child-friendly performances! He didn't look like he belonged in the circus just for the hell of it, you know!"Fine, you want to see some juggling, you hair brained monkey? I guess the name 'Saru'tobi makes sense, when you've got a brain the size of a pea, just like an animal!" A hand scooped up the instruments nearby, a number of scalpels slipping into Zazi's hands. Then the clown threw the instruments in the air, and thus began a smooth transition of rising and falling, rising and falling blades as he managed to catch each by their handles and throw the thin instruments back up again and again...for like, five seconds. Suddenly a hand slipped, down fell a number of surgical blades, and one found itself digging directly into Sasuke's exposed body, planted the full length of it's relatively short blade. "Baaaaaah! Forget about the tricks! I need to find out what that experiment did to you...on the inside. Time to take a look under the hood, let's open her up!" If Sasuke thought the cruel taunts were merely words, then it would have come as a shocking revelation when Zazi made good on his taunt, grabbing the handle of the scalpel that had hit the arm of the monkey, and jerking it as an unrealistically clean cut opened along his arm where the blade had been drug. Hey, he might have been bonkers, but he was still a scientist and a doctor! His tools had to be sharp, his subjects needed to be sterilized, and he'd had more than enough practice to make sure he didn't slip up and kill somebody...before he wanted to, anyways! "Hm, it seems you've got pretty good muscles, monkey boy. Too bad that I plan to shred them all, kyeehahahaha! Oh the things I could do if I wasn't handing you over to that damned pretender! Still, you or him, you'll all end up where I want you eventually. This might hurt, a lot, so try not to enjoy it in the least." Zazi said in warning, pointing towards the opening that Sasuke most likely couldn't see in his arm. "I'm going to dissect the major muscles in the subject's right arm. If there's a secret to tell, I'll find it there! Kyahaha! But seriously, I can't guarantee you'll use it again if you jerk violently from the pain, so try and stay still, alright, Clown!?" Plenty of thoughts could have occurred to Sasuke at that moment. The fact that he needed him alive, the disbelief that his kidnapper was going to leave his arm intact when it was done, the thought that it all would have been easier with something to numb the pain...unfortunately, they all mattered little, as the hands began a practiced rhythm, signs of his previous work painted all over the room in old, hardened blood stains nothing could get out, and black splotches of what may have been victims gone berserk. Truly, not everyone was as capable of enduring, as the member of the Eastern Devil Kings. "This'll be it for today, you worthless pile of flesh and bones. Unfortunately, you've got a rendezvous with your new jailer later, and I have to finish my business with that girl. Oh yes, the girl I grabbed with you...she's going to get it twice as bad as you, trust me! I'm under no obligation to send here anywhere! Hm...hmhm...ahahahaha!"
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