The Awakening [Event]

[Katsumaru]

The trail of bodies has lead to a house. The finale was to begin...

The scene within the house has become even more macabre than the mass of bodies in the streets. Three figures hung from the ceiling, skin remaining, but thin lines have been scraped into their bodies, not a single centimeter left untouched, fresh blood flowing from each. A sheet of paper has been nailed to their chest.

The first body was that of a man appearing to be in his twenties, black haired and narrow faced, arms cut off. The inscription Khatgh covered his skin. Words written on the sheet of paper formed yet another taunt. For you, father, as you cradle me in your delirious desperation, pissing yourself. I am dead. Because of you. Take my arms, they will forever embrace you

The second body was that of a younger woman scarcely twenty, legs cut off. Long, flowing brown hairs rested lightly as she hung suspended by the rope, The back of her brown tunic had been partially torn off, revealing a protruding spine, signs of malnourishment. Bruises covered her face and back. Upon her skin stood Z’thalan. Like with the narrow faced boys note, several words have also been inscribed upon the sheet on her chest. For you mother, because father always hit me. You watched. You did nothing. Father wanted. Not just wanted me dead, but wanted me. He liked my legs. He hit me in my legs. Here are my legs, so he can stare at them forever.

The last body belonged to a middle aged man, face wrinkled and brows large, a large chunk of flesh and bone torn out, shoulders completely lacking. Onto his skin Enzgu has been inscribed. He was quite large and well built, a stature hinting towards the life of a soldier. The paper on his chest carried yet further words. For you my children. I never cared much for you. You were mistakes. But I had to carry you on my shoulders. Here are my shoulders, the heavy ones with which I carried the bastards I did not want.

Outside, the chanting continued, but it had grown silent, scarcely audible amongst the shifting winds.

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[Guyviroth]

The sun wasn't even beginning to set, but it seemed as though there weren't many people outside on the street today. Helios began to wonder what was going on; the streets seemed deserted, not many of the stalls were open, and not even the kids were out playing or doing their chores. Or missions, rather. Same difference really. In any case it wasn't normal, especially for the hidden leaf where peace and propserity was what it upholds. Well, last time Helios checked that's what the hokage advertised.

Walking through one of the streets, Helios began to hear a slight chanting noise while it was still loud. Some sort of ceremony? perhaps something important? Helios didn't want to waste time and so decided to head to the area at a steady jogging pace. The chants, however, began to die down, tone after tone it seemed to drop lower and quieter. Was he too late for it? As he turned to where the group wee, he spotted something that seemed to leave a sour taste in his mouth and a bad feeling at the back of his mind. Chanters dressed in odd clothing seemed to gather outside one house. Making his way to the crowd, he tapped one of them on the shoulder. "Excuse me? Can I ask what's going on here?"

[Fumito]

[/i] He watched as the stranger gathered information about the crime. It seemed the two shionbi would be handling this problem alone for now. He slowly moved towards the shionbi with a grim smile on his face. "It would seem to me that we got us a murderer to catch."

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[That Guy]

Amon had been out exploring the sites to see in one of the ninja capitals. He was staying as a guest so he chose not to be a pest and simply spend his time by himself wandering around the great city to see the great sights it had to offer. Just now the swordsman was looking up at the Hokage's residence, a magnificent building to be sure.

When he had seen as much as he cared to see he left deciding to head back to the house. Perhaps he'd go out to eat at one of the restaurants here in town. All the locals seemed to quite enjoy them after all. He turned his head left and right looking over all of the shops when he realized the streets were abandoned and nearly all shops and restaurants had been closed. He let out a heavy sigh, "So much for my dinner plans," and he continued homeward with a slower sadder step.

Then the chanting started. An ominous chorus that carried up and over the houses and streets into the peaceful air as the sun was nearing the horizon. The chanting was everywhere and while it unnerved Amon he had no option but to keep walking for a while. But soon it began dying out and coming from only one place. Pausing to think and hesitate about the trouble he could get in, the swordsman almost went about his trip back to the house.

Against every fiber in his being however he took a sharp turn on the next road and followed the chanting as it grew fainter and fainter. He began to run now so he might get to the source before it vanished completely. He didn't know how he was going to explain this to his host when he got into trouble but curiosity got the better of him.

[Katsumaru]

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Sorry for the wait. I wanted to see if any other people are joining. Alright, I will post now. People who have not posted yet will still have one more chance to join the event after this post.

Beneath the Earth…

”He is close to awakening.” a hooden man upon a pedestal muttered, voice deep and commanding as he roared before a crowd of kneeling cultists. Their voices continued with the macabre chant, an almost melodic, eerie harmony. An altar stood near the pedestal, bandage covered figure lying on it, nothing but green pupils revealed beneath the layers of shrouded white. A smile formed beneath the leading cultists hood as he looked upon the body, fingers tenderly touching it’s cheek. ”Closer and closer.” The chant shifted into a saccharine song, the cultists pitch in synchrony.

Timeless, ageless, he had slumbered.
A slumber deep.
A slumber long.
Still he watched.
Gripped our minds.
Savored.
The Hungerer will awake.

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Back on the streets…

The three bodies greeted the shinobi upon entering the house in a way of their own – unnaturally so, as they began to spasm wildly, shaking, fresh blood splattering onto the grounds. Whether they moved through some dark magic or other force remained a mystery, but the cause was of little significance, for the scene was truly unsettling as each mutilated corpse danced disturbingly. As quickly as the spasm began, it ended, bodies only movement the light swaying from the ropes which suspended them.

A door stood at the opposite side of the structure, the path covered by a layer of skin, sturdily secured. Beyond the door a lengthy path lead downwards, scarcely lit by torches. It seemed as if the way had been shaped by hand, with roughly carved walls, seemingly but moments from crumbling. While the illumination was only light, it revealed the inscriptions drawn onto the wall, humanoid figures engaged in a variety of scenes. Battle, murder, and prayer, each image delicately carved into the rough walls, lines bend and crooked due to the walls wretched design. While the images different wildly in the scenes they portrayed, one feature was similar amongst all of them – a drawing of an an enormous man standing in the center, lengthy, slithering appendages extending from his body.

For several miles the path lead downwards, torches diminishing as darkness enshrouded the caverns. In the darkness, the chanting continued, walls shaking as tiny rocks plummeted from the ceiling. Khatgh Z’thalan Enzgul. Again and again the chorus continued in an alien language. Time blurred as the path went on, an hour feeling as if it was an eternity. A bright light gleamed at the end of this path, deep beneath Konohagakure – an enormous room, walls finely smoothed, insides revealed fully by artificial light. Three doors stood at the opposite side of the room.


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[Katsumaru]

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Sohyo will be GMing this event from now on. I’ll be joining it myself.

The Hokage could no longer run away from his duty. He rushed towards the scene of the disaster, clad in ANBU armor, blade and pouch on his hips, bow and arrows on the back. As the man did not wear the mask, his grizzled face was revealed in full. Two dark grey eyes sat above a wide nose, heavy bags betraying an intense fatigue. An exhaustion not of the body, but the mind, for Jiyuu felt completely overwhelmed with the duties of the Hokage. He simply did not understand how this horror occurred under his gaze, a watchful one which he falsely believed to be finely vigilant.

As he proceeded with haste, he did not walk, but flew, paper wings on his back beating furiously, carrying the slim, muscled figure through the skies. A frown passed across his face as he glanced upon the scene beneath, littered corpses in the form of a maw. Truly, he was overwhelmed. Jiyuu had seen numerous wretched things over the two great wars, but none of the sins compared to the horror beneath. An utterly sadistic display of man’s most feral desires. The Hokage descended, wings carrying to the grounds, landing before the building near the bodies. The wings dispersed, paper falling onto the ground.

”Wretched.” the Shikigami muttered, biting his lower lip. Entering the building, his already deep frown worsened with a slump of the shoulders. These cultists seemed not only sadistic, but narcissistic; it seemed all like a filthy game to him. He awaited for all Konohagakure shinobi to arrive before speaking, tone brooding,”I understand that seeing none of this is pleasant.” he mumbled, coming to a short pause. ”But I have come to end this, and I ask that you join me. We will trek beneath and put an end to this damned hell.”

Jiyuu turned on his heel towards the skin-covered door before speaking again,”I know that you may not have much faith in me after what happened here in Konohagakure. But I do hope you have enough trust in me to know that I will protect you.” he spoke, voice no longer a mumble, but a mighty ring of confidence. While he lacked trust in his own abilities to lead, battle was an entirely different matter. This man defined himself through the struggle, the lost blood and sweat. ”Follow me if you will join me.” he said, walking through the door.

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Paper Angel Wings

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[Guyviroth]

Helios looked on as the Hokage descended upon heavenly, and papery, wings into the building. Dashing inside as well, he found the bodies, dismembered and desecrated beyond any reason that could be humanly possible. For a moment he thought it might of been some sort of abnormal culprit; demons, ghosts, or whatever, but then it began to dawn on him that it could of been a group of assassins that did this. To send a message? Revenge? Intimidation to other people? He couldn't get his mind around it and instead to just press the situation physically.

Ah the Hokage spoke Helios' eyes shifted to him to hear of his speech. Part of him was focused on his village leader, but most of him was still contemplating what happened, why it happened, how it happened and if it could occur again, despite trying to discuade his mind from thinking about such things. Helios couldn't just let it happen, and kept both ears upon the Hokage's voice, imprinting his words as though he were seeing them in a book into his mind. 'Folloe me if you want to join me.' he said, it a loud, low yet dead serious tone. Without hesitation, Helios caught up and kept behind the Hokage, catching the door before it could close behind him. "Today, someone dies." Helios' voice was rather deep and foreboding; someone was to bleed for him and deliver their deaths to his open palms.

[That Guy]

The chanting had stopped a while ago so Amon had almost given up on finding the location, but rounding his last corner there could be no mistake that he had found the place. The grotesque canvas that had been painted before him was unnerving. Looking about he noticed that he was not the only one who had arrived on the scene, a few of konoha's ninja had showed up on the scene. Their expressions varied from anger to disgust, but all of them had a fire of determination in their eyes that burned against the cold nightmarish reality.

A clearly veteran ninja stepped forward giving a short but moving speech before he invited any ninja brave enough to follow him. The first one to follow the veteran ninja was a familiar face that belonged to Helios. Helios seemed not only brave, but like an angry incarnation of vengeance.

"Hey hey hey, wait up I'm coming too. You were nice enough to let me stay in your home, I'll be damned if I just leave at the first sign of trouble." He rolled a spliff taking great care in this one to make sure it was of genuine quality. "But I hope you don't mind if I smoke and walk. You can say all you want about spliffs smelling nasty but its either this or..." He looked back on the morbid scene, "that. I'll take my chances with this thank you very much." He lit it but smoked slowly, just enough to get that horrid flavor out of his nostrils and mouth before it made him too sick.

[Katsumaru]

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The other GM was very busy and could not post. I will be taking over this event again. I apologize for the wait. It won't happen again. As I am GMing again, my character will not be able to be in the event anymore.

The room in which the shinobi arrived was truly macabre, much worse than the entrance to the underground lair. Upon the ground, numerous bodies laid, at least a score, each of them covered in splatters of blood. Their guts have been torn out, sprawled out on the grounds to form a message. Hello, Konohagakure shinobi. The game begins." Intestines, lungs, and a variety of other organs were used to compose the message, each decayed, permeating the stench of rot. The odor was nauseating, quick to send the stomach into a twist; an odor completely unsettling, one quick to imprint itself into the nose to be an eternal reminder of the horror that had occurred in the Hidden Village.

Three men awaited in the enormous room. The first was a short man, gaunt and slim, brown haired with revealed cheekbones. He seemed almost malnourished as he stood shirtless, with a protruding rib cage. Numerous scars were upon his chest, interwoven lines inflicted by a jagged blade. The second man was quite large, at six feet and five inches with a serrated blade in his right hand, metal gleaming under the dim light. His hair had been completely shaven, remnants of brown hairs scarcely visible. The third man was completely covered by a cloak, with glowing red eyes beneath, the only distinguishing feature visible from his shrouded figure.

"You are now part of a game. A divine game, where your success will determine whether or not the Hungerer will rise" the cloaked man roared, voice echoing across the room. He continued speaking, tone commanding and mighty, almost compelling as it send shivers through the shinobis spines. "And now, let it begin." he grumbled before turning on his heel, a cloud of smoke covering him as he disappeared. Upon his disappearance, the ground rumbled, and the Hokage, in lead of the party, suffered from the effects of whatever trap had been triggered. The ground beneath him shattered as he fell into a black pit, screams of shock ringing in the pit as he fell and fell and fell.

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[That Guy]

Amon followed the Hokage puffing heavier and heavier upon his spliff as the scene and odor grew more horrendous. There were corpses littering the room with there mutilated bodies now still in absence of life and pain. These people were kind and didn't deserve this fate... what kind of men could do this?

As if on a cue to answer the question Amon spotted three creepy men across the room. The first was so weak and frail looking Amon would have been laughing if the mood weren't so serious. The second man was large, intimidating, and judging from his appearance, not such a laughing matter. The third man was foreboding draped in his dark cloak but locking his penetrating red gaze on all.

The third man roared his deluded and insane beliefs at the company fiercely before grumbling, "And now, let it begin." A puff of smoke, a quick turn, and the sound of the ground cracking were enough to cause Amon to leap backwards reactively. He landed with his back pressed against the wall and his katana drawn as the Hokage fell into darkness.

"I'm going visit the stuff of your nightmares upon all of you before this is over! Your suffering will be so great by my hands, that you will look back upon your victims with envy!"

[Katsumaru]

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From now on we will use a free posting order unless it comes to battle. I will announce when battle begins so that we can assume a posting order, which will be as follows: Guyviroth, Fumito, and That Guy. When we are not fighting, despite being out of order then, please post only once. That way things will move more quickly.

And a question. Are you all fine with changing the IIC to 1 day? If yes, please say so in your next post.

[Katsumaru]

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Due to missing IIC, Guyviroth and Fumito are disqualified

The two remaining men each stepped into the doors behind, the left and rightmost doors respectively. The path behind lead all into the same room, a rather large one at twenty meters long and wide which narrowed as the path went along into a thin corridor, scarcely lit by the torches. No more inscriptions were upon the walls here, but a single body lied on the floor, completely untouched without the slightest wound. The body belonged to a young man, at least twenty, with lengthy black hairs whose edges have been delicately trimmed . Two light blue eyes have been set into his face to sit above a thin nose and wide, round chin. A gag had been inserted into his mouth.

Slowly, acid began to flow into the room, the substance fierce for it immediately began to burn into the grounds, sending the stench of burned rock rising into the air. The liquid flowed at a rather quick pace and would fill the room in under a minute. The living, conscious figure lied in the center of the room, feet and hands constrained by rope. That man would not be able to escape alone as evident by his desperate wriggling as he feebly attempted to crawl towards the other exit of the room, opposite of the door at the entrance, twenty meters away.

The options were as follows: charging through the room or along the walls to avoid the acid or rescuing the man, and possibly exposing oneself to the acid.

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[That Guy]

Without hesitation or thought for the danger Amon sprinted straight for the middle of the room as acid flowed in. Kneeling beside the man, Amon leaned over him grasping the man's frame before tossing him haphazardly onto his shoulder like a sack before standing up and looking around the room quickly. The acid had already encircled the room flowing closer rapidly to the center where Amon stood with his passenger.

"Don't squirm."

The swordsman's voice was deep and commanding just before tossing his cargo straight up into the air. As the man flew upwards Amon quickly followed him half flipping through the air to land upside down his feet securely anchored to the ceiling by his chakra control. Just as the bound man lingered in the air before gravity claimed dominion over his path, Amon caught him under his arm pinning him between his arm and rib cage.

Walking along the ceiling with his cargo that refused to stop wriggling and squirming despite his warning. Making his way quickly across the room he quietly crept along the ceiling of the next room wary of what other traps lay in store for him. Now all he had to do was kill the men behind this, save the village, and maybe even find out what happened to the Hokage.

[Katsumaru]

The following room was bare for all but a single man, the one with the jagged blade, awaiting in an arena. Curiously, while furnishing was lacking, a viscerate, red-hued substance slithered along the walls. It quivered. It shook. Amon, while perhaps having seen many horrors in the world, surely had never seen anything as this before. It was simply unnatural, unearthly, as if it were a curse placed upon the earth’s by a chaotic, whimsical god. Looking at the substance simply felt unsettling. As if it caused an ancient, primordial fear to slowly creep into the senses, something that the mind has blocked out simply because it is not meant to be known.

No, the substance did not only slither. It watched. Amon would feel as if a thousand eyes glanced upon him. From everywhere. But a closer gaze revealed that this substance had no eyes, it hid nothing. It proudly portrayed its alien assistance as it pulsated. In the center of the room, within the arena, it lightly dripped upon the grounds, moistening the cowl of the swordsman awaiting a challenge. It was his duty to fight, to sacrifice his life if need be so that the Hungerer can rise. And a fine challenger awaited, another man with a blade.

Several moments passed before the cowl wearing cultist morphed, his figure growing as the sound of breaking bones rung in the air. Bones broke and grew again and again. After a minute, the transformation was complete, cloak completely torn. The cultist stood at ten feet with fierce fangs and a mighty, sharply toothed maw akin to that of a wolf. The blade melded with the right arm. The hand had been replaced by the jagged sword, connected to the wrist by black wires. That beast was no man anymore. It was a monstrosity, a notion that was further enforced by a bone chilling roar. The roar, ironically, was unlike that of any beast. It was a guttural melody, a combination of unearthly pitches, tones that simply felt wrong.

The beast awaited.

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[That Guy]

Dropping from the ceiling to the floor once more, Amon felt a little sick to his stomach as the morbid scene unfolded before him. Glancing at the red slithering entity that decorated the room he felt even more perturbed and put simply scared. The monstrosity before him was horrid enough without this slithering shit all over the walls. The swordsman had never seen anything like this before and for some reason it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He removed his burden by dropping the wriggling man to the floor who whimpered as his body hit the floor. The man wriggled and struggled to inch as far away from the monster as he could whilst Amon's slightly hand held his katana before him. The man on the floor continued to whimper pitifully in fear of dying and Amon remembered why he had to win. Gripping his katana now in both hands tightly he scowled at the beast.

"No more. You and your friends have acted too recklessly and harmed far too many for this to carry on. I don't know what your goals are or were and I don't care. What I do know is that I'm going to shatter your best expectations. If your 'hungerer', rises I'm going to be there to watch him fall!"

Takumi held his blade in front of him in perfect form for a moment to plan before he charged the monster. His left hand dropped, as a kunai fell from his sleeve, before whipping the kunai high at the shoulders and neck of the monster. At the same time he leaned into his charge lowering his own height in an attempt to give the opponent two attacks to avoid. One high and one low. The lower attack would come from the katana in Takumi's blade as he attempted to flash draw it and pierce it upwards through the monsters stomach and out his back between his shoulder blade before sheathing the katana.

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Battojutsu (Art of the Drawing Sword)
Rank: D, C, B, A [325]
Type: Defensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Special: Allows the swordsman to deflect basic attacks of equal or lower rank, in conjunction with other, more advanced moves within the style.
Description: An offensive nature of fighting, all Battojutsu practitioners will tend to stand in looser patterns, letting their steel fly and attack at often irregular angles. Unlike its defensive counterpart, this form allows for quicker, more deliberate strikes, making it deadly in the hands of a true master.
Domain: Kenjutsu

Mae Zuki (Front Thrust)
Rank: D-D [50]
Type: Offensive / Taijutsu / Kenjutsu
Range: 0 - 5 meters
Stamina: Low
Special: Each time retrained, 'D' ranked damage is stacked.
Description: Commencing from a standing position, the practitioner draws and thrusts a frontal attacker and then quickly sheathes his blade. As he invests more time and practice into the art of offensive sheathing, his overall offensive rating shall increase, although at the cost of greater stamina.
Domain: Kenjutsu. Battojutsu 'D'.