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Somnis

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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 1:29 am

here is the hospital for the rogues. It may seem low tech, though the real hospital is underground. They have everything one would need to heal up, or even if an aspiring rogue medic would like to train here as well. The doctors are kind and adept at what they do.

Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 11:56 pm

𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤, thε wαrmth it brσught 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔰.
xxxxIt put 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔡 to what we thought 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 stop.

We're bound to 𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭.// Sit and watch as ℐ 𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔢.

►► The ward smelled strongly of the burning scent of antiseptic, the surfaces glowing in the harsh lights. For the most part, it was quiet. There were the occasional coughs of patients, the buzz of whispered conversations, the murmurs of the nurses and doctors as they checked on the patients and went about their usual responsibilities. To Nurse Kay's relief, everything was running like clockwork. She smiled as she shut the door to the ward, emerging with an empty dinner try that she set on a cart as the doors to the center were opened. A petite blonde kunoichi entered, breathing heavily, another shinobi thrown over her shoulder. With a soft gasp, Kay ran over to help the girl, moving him to an available bed in the ward and beginning to check his vitals.
"Kaiten, wha--?" She wondered incredulously as her hands glowed a soft green. Kaiten watched in silence as the woman began administering medical jutsu to heal the man. "It's nothing too serious, from what I can tell. Extreme exhaustion, fatigue, dehydration, malnutrition. Wherever he's from, he was traveling a long time. Where did you find him?" The nurse wondered in a hushed whisper. Kai shook her head once, the bottom half of her face still shielded by the cloth of her mask.
"He was between here and Kirigakure. I found him as I was crossing the Bridge." Kai murmured as she glanced at the man. "I have no idea who he is, but he was wearing a mask when I found him." Kay gasped, looking at the patient in dread. "From the looks of it, he's a hunter. And we all know who hunters hunt." Kaiten's voice was grim as she spoke before turning to Kay. "I wish to speak with him as soon as he wakes."

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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 1:12 am

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After hours of being worked on to combat internal trauma, over consumption of chakra to the point of draining on life force itself and micro-tares throughout his muscular system the patient began to stabilize. He had been on IV drips since he came in to get some fluids and nutrition in. There was little that could be done about over exertion of body and mind aside from striping him down and letting him get some most needed rest. The doctor was curious about the strange tendrils that waged about the man's body but at this point she knew that caution was best. It was something that could be dealt with tomorrow. With a sigh of relief the doctor closed the hospital curtain around her patient.
That night in the medical facility when most other slept someone instead crept. It was a man who had been a patient here for some weeks. This man had once been a pretty good ninja and when he went rouge he thought he could make a name for himself and maybe some gold. His name was Gordan and his once bright future had been cut short when a hunter ninja had cut off one of his legs, destroyed an eye then kicked him out of a five story window. That man had been brought in today by a rouge ninja girl. He had watched the whole thing from his bed.
The strangest part was Gordan was not even the target of the man's wrath. He was simply a rouge ninja in the wrong place at the wrong time. It had only been luck that had saved him. Luck that there was an awning below him to break his fall. Luck that he was not inside the room he got kicked from when it exploded. Luck that a fellow rouge ninja had been there to get him to medical treatment right away. Now luck was giving him a chance for revenge and he would take it.
He crossed the sleeping ward as quietly as he could with hopping on his only leg. Deftly he crept behind the closed curtain and looked at his prey who almost slept like a dead man. Soon there would be no "like" only dead. Gordan would crush the windpipe and the Hunter would die quietly. In the dim light he put a hand on the hunter's shoulder to steady himself for the kill. He was surprised the man did not wake but was not going to let that stop him from having his revenge. There was a slight feeling of something touching his hand but Gordon put that aside for the moment...
It was a foolish choice. In the shadows of the dim ward with the curtain drawn he did not seen the tendrils and when he put his hand on the shoulder one of them had found him. The tendrils had at last found the raw body materials to fix Fordon. Without wasting a moment the tendrils shot out and wrapped around Gordans throat cutting off any scream. They wrapped around both of his arms and began to rip and tare.
From outside the curtain there was very little noise heard aside from some soft dripping and the popping of bone. There was blood splattering the once pale blue curtain but nothing was actually loud enough to wake any nearby patients. Everyone one close by slept quietly without even realizing a man was getting torn apart and that included Fordon. Gordan was the only person to realize that his luck had run out.
The tendrils made quick work with the body and the repairs. They replaced dead muscles and body parts with deliberate methodical motion despite having no higher brain function. A great deal of the man's body was consumed just for energy purposes. What was left of Gordan was left part way under Fordon's bed in a pile of broken bones, skin and entrails coated by blood. All the while Fordon slept and recovered.
Lying in the medical facility room Fordon was still a strange sight. Even with his body being tattered and filthy there was something about the way he looked that seemed to transcend the stitched tendril seams. Though some may have called him very handsome despite his scars and stitches he still hid his face from the world. Despite have having a body of strong muscle that seemed as solid as rock covering him from head to toe he hid his body under a cloak. Still these things were not the reason he seemed to transcend the horrifying seam work that laced about his body. It was how he just seemed to fit together. Like he was built ideally and without flaw. The Stitches didn’t seem to interrupt the flow but rather portion it. It was a strange feeling for anyone. If you looked upon him long enough The scars and seams of tendrils didn’t seem to matter and you had a feeling of ease at his strange perfection. If you stared for too long one might realize this feeling and be unnerved by it and thus even more put off by the sewed lines across his flesh.
Hours later there was a stir which was the first signs he would soon open his eyes. Waking in a strange room gave Fordon a start. This was no place he knew of. Quickly his mind tried to rationalized how he got here. There was no memory of this place or the route leading to it. The last thing he could remember was being on the path home before exhaustion and injuries over took him. That meant one of two things. Either he was saved by some stranger on the road, which was possible, or he had been captured by someone. His natural instinct after years of a hunter told him to assume the worst and that meant captured. After all it made more sense since he had a mist ninja headband and the village was the closest medical help of this level. Heck his captor had probably waited till he was incapacitated and then took him. Maybe they felt that he was a valuable information asset that they could torture. Ha! Well he was going to show them just what a mistake they had made.
Ready to teach his captors a lesson in who they attempted to take prisoner he reached for his blade on his back. When his finger closed on nothing there was a mild feeling on shock. He reached for the other eight blades that had been strapped to his back and still he found nothing. He had no ninja tools handing or strapped on his body. Of course his captors would have disarmed him. No fool left a captive with weapons… any normal captive that is. Fordon was defiantly not normal. Loosening the tendrils that divided his right forearm in half Fordon spread his limb apart and reached in with his other hand. Gripping the hilt he pulled out from the flow mess of tendrils a single kunai. He had always stored it there for safekeeping. It was meant for just a situation like this and now he would use it. So armed he began to take in the sights of the room.
It was then Fordon realized that he had not only been stripped of his weapons but of everything including clothes. He was sitting here in what appeared to be some medical ward with other patients and was totally naked under the covers… The slow rate that he was realizing things was horrible and proved to Fordon how bad of a state he was in. It had taken him but a moment to notice the noise of other patients, the IV drip connected to his arm, and smells of blood, death and sterilizing agents but that was a moment too slow. He was in a weak state and that meant he had to be extra carful so he didn’t miscalculate.
Checking the drip he saw it was nothing more that water and a parenteral nutrition to combat his extreme dehydration and malnutrition. That was good. Basic but the right thing to do. Which meant the doctors knew their stuff. He began to wonder if this was indeed capture. If it was this was quite the ruse to keep him fooled. A pale bloodstained curtain Was drawn about his bed and concealed everything. The blood seemed fresh and that unnerved Fordon a little. That combined with the smell of a recent kill made Fordon wonder what it was they did here. He kept the kunai close and kept the arm that wield it under his sheets for concealment.

"Of Death..."
Sealing Master + Chakra Control
Chakra: 90
Kunai:20
Shuriken:10
Makibishi:5
light bomb:2
smoke bomb:2
steel wire:50 ft

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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 7:44 am

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