The House [P]

[Katsumaru]

The first page read:

Khatgh Z’thalan Enzgul, the Hungerer, he is no man, he is not of this world. The Hungerer is the beginning of all things, the end of all things, an entity blessed with the spirit of the divine. He walketh into the world with determination, a purpose, and that is to cast his smile upon the world – a gleam so many fools consider a damned curse – but they are no more than buffoons, after all. They shall pay with their blood, not only their lives given to the Hungerer, but their spirits. So is their punishment, forever damned as they believe the world to be damned.

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The second page read:

The skin of the unfaithful is given in payment. Alive, they are flayed, the blade dull, for the pain is a punishment. Heretics are shown no mercy. Only through the suffering can they be purified; the Hungerer wishes for cleansed souls as he lies deep in his slumber. And as they lie, bleeding, without their skin, we chant. Khatgh Z’thalan Enzgul. Khatgh Z’thalan Enzgul. Khatgh Z’thalan Enzgul. Again and again, for his name is holy, his name is divine, his name is greater than any of us.

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The third page read:

And when he riseth, the Hungerer shall embrace the world with his curse. He shows all that is, all that can be, blesses the mind with visions. You see your greatest fear, your greatest dreams, you see all that you want to see. The unfaithful see not only visions, but they taste, they savor as their senses become corrupted. Melodies, sights, tastes, and odors damning the heretics, these, truly, are the Hungerer’s curse. And they shall not escape. And the Whisperer-

[/i] The words ended.

There was no time to read more than three pages. Immediately upon flipping, after having read the third –should they chose to do so- the book, seemingly imbued with mystic strength, simply set ablaze, burning fiercly.

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A figure arose from the sphere within the center, disturbingly, seemingly growing forth from one of the tumors. This was no beast, but a simple man standing at average height. His head had been shaved completely, remnants of brown hairs scarcely visible under the dim light of the room. Heavy bags sat beneath his eyes, hints of exhaustion visible, but his voice boomed with a fascinating strength. ”I am…the Whisperer.” The two would immediately recognize the voices as the man whose voice they heard earlier. ”But I have no more time for this little game.” The man snapped his fingers.

Again the colors shifted wildly, fluctuating from one end of the spectrum to another. The two found themselves seemingly dashing through a fantastical, chromatic world. But this lasted only for several seconds. They found themselves standing outside the building which they entered earlier.

Their mission was complete, for the investigation, even with the grim resolution, allowed for the gathering of some information.

But still, one question shone through it all.

Did any of this truly happen?

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[Onigami Brothers]

I watched as she walked over towards one of the books, was she crazy? Doing such a thing could activate a trap or something. I rose my hands again bracing for the worse when a mysterious sound rang through my ears. It sounded like something was activating or even - moving, my frail psyche can't take much more torment from this mysterious foe. I almost screamed in horror as i watched this thing give birth. The body slowly came out of whatever that nightmarish chimera of body parts was.

Once he was finally formed he spoke to us both, I knew she shouldn't have picked up that darn book. I was frightened beyond belief as he exclaimed in great fury to us that there was no more play time. I realized his voice immediately and felt like charging him, he was the bastard who showed me my parents dying. Before I could even act I was overtaken by a mesh of bring and beautiful colors just like I had when I entered the house. I found to see the very vomit I just spewed was on grass, I looked around realizing we were outside of the house.

I rose upward, I stood tall and began to walk towards the forest area. I don't know what just happened to me at all one minutes someone was shouting and the next I was here. I didn't know if it was a dream or a horrible genjutsu used to scare me. I looked over at my would be partner and was a little mad that she told me to man up. I'm fourteen freaking years old, I'm pretty sure I was allowed to be scared out of my mind if something was scary.

I kept my walking speed steady not trying to make it seem like I wanted just to leave. Yet to be completely honest that was all I wanted to do at the moment. This mission was the scariest thing I've done in my life so far, I wonder how nii-san would have reacted, he would probably be fine. I began to pick up speed as I made my way towards the tree line, I leaped onto the branches before using them as a faster way to traverse the lands. I sped from each branch kicking off from them and forcing myself to fly further with each leap.

I wondered was everything I just seen even real, I mean the vomit I know I spewed on the floor was outside. Are genjutsu really so powerful to make you lose all control and think such things? If so I really never wanted to learn of genjutsu ever again. It took me a few minutes to realize I was close to the mission center and I could turn this in fast.

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[--Megumi--]

Sayuri had been entranced by the book and its contents. Everything clearly pointed to a sick and sadistic cult that worshiped this Hungerer being like some sort of God. To her, however, it sounded more like a twisted demon. The thing before them, the monster of a blob of flesh and tumors. Perhaps that was the Hungerer.

Whatever sick game of alchemy that was going on, the Kurama continued to read up until the words stopped. Within seconds the book became ablaze with fire causing Sayuri to drop it to the floor. There is stayed as well, quietly burning as he attention was focused elsewhere.

From the mucus monster before them, a man seemed to grow and be secreted from one of the many tumor like growths on its body. The man looked haggard, but normal enough. It wasn't until he spoke that she immediately gritted her teeth and clutched onto the kunai in her hand hard.

So this is the bastard placing us in all these traps and Genjutsu?! I'll make him pay...

He introduced himself as the Whisperer. It was the person that the book had just only begun to speak about before ti violently erupted into flames moments ago. Someone didn't want them to know about this man or what he was capable of. This only made Sayuri even more wary of his company. He apparently didn't have anymore time to spare with the two of them.

Within seconds the world melted away into a bright vary of colors streaming and flashing about. Her stomach churned and nearly flipped. Thankfully she held her stomach as they seemed to just reappear outside of the house. Immediately she cursed under her breath and slung the kunai back to the house, its blade embedding itself deep into the wood.

Almost growling under her breath, she sighed and softened up some, looking over to her would be partner. What did he even do that was remotely shinobi like this entire time? All he did was be scared and vulnerable. It was almost sad really. He quickly made his leave though. It was clear he didn't enjoy her company as much as she didn't enjoy his.

One day I would like to see you become strong. Not just physically, but mentally. Develop a strong will and you'll never falter.

Sayuri watched him disappear into the woods before silently yanking the blade of her kunai back out from the house. With another moment taken to stare at the creepy house she shuddered, though only slightly, before heading to the trees as quick as she could.

It was time to report in now that she had made her exit.

[chiatsuki]

katsu +50
kyu +50
sayuri +42