Searching Celestial Presences [DE]

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[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 400, true][atrb=rules,none][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: #CCFF99; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px][atrb=style,padding-top:15px;][atrb=align,left] ”…what now?” Time seemed endless for Ei and all whom made their lives miserable in the gallows of self pity. For now being deserted in the middle of a charred infrastructure consumed most of the time that Ei had. Wasting away his memories as his gaze stared passionately into the sun then motionless and melancholy to the luminous moon he awaited a sign. Engulfing from the horizon a shadow would appear to him at an instant and would vanish right before his very eyes. As his eyes stammered, as would he to his feet, the palms of both of his hands slid himself up the decadent pillars. “what was that. . .? ” he’d say to himself as his eyes scanned the front. Clearly this meant but one thing to kusa’s red demon. With one great leap Ei-En would have sprung forth onto the ground and not but one second after recovering from the leap would the warrior of grass begin his trek towards the vanishing man. It didn’t take long for the man to appear again. Still Ei’s eyes had trouble deciphering the man’s true image but that fact alone wouldn’t stop him from proceeding. Ion’s steps would come to a halt after another couple of minutes of running. . his concentration never escaping the mans position. Eyes rested on the next town as he pressed forth with a slow walk making sure to calm his breathing. “can’t make it seem too noticeable. .” he’d think to himself before stopping at the entrance of the town. “ Welcome to Gareki No Machi! (Town of Debris)” a voice of angelic presence cooed. A woman of true beauty stood just in front of the wooden sign. The entrance was already made out to be easily accessible with cloths having over it for authenticity. Sweat poured down the face of the funikumi as he gasped the last bits of the air in his lungs to speak. “I…well.. is there a restaurant around here?” he’d say to her as he wiped the sweat from his forehead, nervous for one of the first times in his life. He was a bit conscious of the way his eyes varied in color, especially when talking to a female, but he couldn’t hide himself forever. “Umm yep. There should be a few, enjoy your stay!” she’d yell with a smile. She didn't even care of the deformity. Ei couldn’t help but just stare at her green eyes, blonde hair and tanned skin. Just who the hell was she anyways? “uhh. . thanks?” Ei would retort in a rather disappointed tone. He wasn’t going to sit around and waste this girls time though. . he had other issues to deal with. Reassuring himself of his goal the path drew itself once more. After giving the girl a wave and a smile he would walk into the town of Gareki No Machi in search of this mysterious fellow.

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Calloused fingers, meaty and dark, absent-mindedly played with a pack of unopened matches, satisfying the subconscious needs of who Karu knew as “the mysterious fellow”. Whether he had a real name or not was something that the shinobi would not learn—at least, not in the foreseeable future. Here in the desert, it wasn’t names that made a person who they were. One could carry a number of monikers and none of them would hold impact or sway in the heat-struck dunes of Kaze no Kuni. Only a person’s actions helped engrave the iron tablet that was this country’s history, and the actions of Karu were under suspicion by people far greater than he.

“You seem nervous,” A female voice coo’ed, bringing the mysterious fellow’s attention to the situation he was in. The water around his naked waist cooled the brown flesh long burnt by the desert, and the oasis’s natural cold springs were deserted save for him and one other. Turning and allowing brown eyes to fall upon the woman who laid behind him, the mysterious fellow felt a twinge beneath the surface of the water. With hair the color of night, curves fitting an hourglass, and skin so perfectly tanned by Kaze no Kuni’s god, Nana Kaede was a woman of much renown across the dunes. Her own actions had made her somewhat famous in both the underground and the Shinobi worlds. Sending her to investigate an outsider was a perfect plan against some random outsider kid.

“…Nervous? I’m not some pup, Kaede. I’m a Shinobi,” The Suna-Nin paused, his deep voice quieting so that his eyes could drink in some more of the woman before him. Then, “Since you’ve returned from your room, I assume the payment was to your satisfaction?”

A chuckle was his initial response, but, standing up, Kaede made it known that she would have more to say. Quickly did she pull up her kimono so that it sat on her shoulders once more, covering up her breast and shaved sex. With a cunning smile she turned and began to walk off, speaking all the while.

“Don’t worry, dear. You’ll have your boy, and your night, and I’ll have the rest of my payment. Can’t wait~”

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“Welcome to our café!!!!” The moment Karu walked in, he was bombarded by women in kimonos jumping at him. Here, in Gareki no Machi, the people who came in were generally only interested in one of two things: shelter from the desert or the amazing sex business that allowed the town to prosper. Known as a city of sin by much of Kaze no Kuni, many tourists found themselves coming here, flaunting their wealth, just to get a taste of the girls offered. Luckily, and unfortunately for Karu, he’d find much more than his wallet being broken this evening. Deftly wrapping her hands around one of his, the wandering nin would find himself pulled off to the side by the most gorgeous thing, more than likely, his eyes had ever had the luck to fall onto.

“Hello, Shota-Kun~. My names Kaede, and I’ll be your server today~!”

[chiatsuki]

The city of sin they said; and Hyoka knew nothing of it or the desire it portrayed for those desperate souls who so easily clung to their wants. How lucky for him. Being that he was a funikumi, one who desired everything anyone had of value, an act of seduction was one of many things he could turn down. Some things never changed though. Natsufubuki they called him, a blizzard in the summer, because of his ability to outweigh the situation.

As the lady introduced herself she would then kindly gesture to his hand attempting to pull him away from the path he’d trekked. If only she knew this would be her first mistake. Violet optics engaged loosely at her figure as well as his surroundings. (‘what the…?’). He would not let her pull him in, if anything it should have been him doing the same, instead he would take a step back letting loose the grip of her hand from his with one nice tug. Though Hyoka proved to be easily turned on he could also be as easily turned off.

The funikumi was not here for pleasure yet instead directly the opposite. (‘business first, pleasure last..’) He would have much rather have had the lady in the front of Gareki No Machi with her nice smile and her appealing attitude that let him know nothing about her. Mystery was appealing to Natsufubuki more than this ease of access. It was just simply too easy. “Ah… my name isn’t shota. It’s Funikumi Hyoka and I did not ask for a server…”

“you must have me mistaken by someone else. .” he’d say with a nonchalant tone, hand pressing on the hilt of his blade so that it tilted horizontally as he wasted not a single second in taking the upper hand. “Now either you can give me what I came here for or I can kill you where you stand bitch. .” he’d say only moments after her introduction. Her blonde hair and blue eyes meant nothing to Hyoka. Inner beauty was much more appealing. (Goddamn… the nerve of some people, I swear. .) he thought as the words slewed from his tongue like the hiss of a snake.

He’d stare her down nonchalantly into her oxalic hues waiting for her attitude to change because it surely would after being threatened by this mad man. Apparently she knew nothing of Hyoka, or the clan he represented, but she would soon find out. “I need a way into the village of wind, Ms. Kaede, and you are going to be my guide there. Am I right or am I wrong?” he’d coo with a smirk enveloping his lips as his nimble fingers slid across the edge of the hilt sliding it out as he spoke.

( ‘Tch. Thought it was going to be much harder than this to find a victim. How lucky for me to have found such a pretty accomplice ‘)

[Katsumaru]

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Taking over by request

Sand crackled against the café. Winds roared furiously, carrying the tiny grains through the skies. The weather shifted quickly. Not long ago an intense heat spread the deserts of Kaze no Kuni. The sun blared in her grandiose majesty, but that was no more as the conditions shifted. Skies reddened as the winds carried the sand. Men and women in the streets scurried rapidly for shelter. The weather shifted almost too quickly, the more superstitious even considering it an open.

”It is custom.” the woman uttered, tone low and gaze averting. Kaede scowled as her brow furrowed, breath growing heavy. A vein bulged on her left temple, the anger quick to see. Kaede lifted her right hand, beckoning forth a man from the corner, ”Zetsai” she roared, snapping the fingers. Upon hearing the name, the café fell silent. Men drank no more. Men spoke no more. The thug’s hulking figure stepped forward, weaving through the tables. Folks shifted their chairs, heads held low as Zetsai walked past, the fear evident in their eyes. Kaede showed no fear. Nonchalantly she stared at the approaching thug, not anger besetting her features anymore, but relief.

At six feet and five inches, Zetsai was quite large, with a muscular figure to match. His thick, toned arms bulged, visible even through the auburn tunic. Shoulder length brown hairs reached past his ears, their edges roughly trimmed by an amateur hand. A pair of deep-set brown eyes sat in his face, the left covered by an eye patch. Tears covered his leather trousers. Secured tightly with a hilt, a sheathed blade hung from his belt. An unruly beard covered the lower half of Zetsai’s face. ”Do we have a problem here?” the curmudgeon inquired with a deep, guttural growl. Kaede stepped away from Hyoka to stand beside Zetsai, her figure partially shielded by the thug’s massive figure.

”He threatened to kill me.” she said, brow furrowing again. Her moods shifted quite quickly. Kaede scowled, lips curled, anger spreading her features again. The woman continued,”He said he will kill me if I do not lead him to Sunagakure.”

He nodded and took a step towards Hyoka, towering over him by several inches. Zetsai gritted his yellow teeth, many of them deformed. ”You best get out of here. We do not take kindly to threats in here. The women work, we protect them. You handle things with money, not damned threats.” Zetsai grumbled with occasional pauses in-between words. His right hand dropped down to the hilt, knuckles whitening as he clenched it tightly. ”While you make your choice, don’t think you can do much with that damned blade of yours. Go away or pay.” Zetsai gave the choices and said no more, stepping before Kaede to cover her figure entirely.

A hooded man sat near the unfolding scene, face concealed in the dark of a cowl. Silently he watched, a white gleam visible as he smirked. The unfolding scene quite obviously amused him. Leaning back in the chair with the left arm over the back, the mysterious figure seemed quite at ease, not showing even the slightest hint of fear.

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[chiatsuki]

(‘what the..?’) Hyoka’s thoughts traced no thought as he watched in amazement to this disgusting sight. (‘this bitch thinks I’m joking. . .’). His facial expression had changed for many reasons – one being the size of the giant that cast a shadow over him whilst the other being the dissatisfaction he held with the ladies response. Eyes of purple calmly leered down the fellow who had chosen to take part in this qualm.

As his eyes calmly grazed this mans’ figure a grunt would echo from his maw as his attitude too was changed in the instance kaede’s did. A deep based voice would call forth Hyoka’s inner demon. . beckoning him to wait. (‘fuck that. .!’) As this six foot giant spoke all but two seals would manifest in natsufubuki’s hands; completing it near instantly as his mastery over raiton took control. From around his body a bright light would begin to emit as the words slowly slipped from his opponents lips.

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“Pay YOU!?“ he’d say with a caw, his words fading with the rest of the room as the blinding light swept the room swiftly. . these people wouldn’t even have time to react. Without wasting much of a second, in the time that he had before these people regained their sight, Hyoka would have leapt forth five meters to his front with his right hand curled around the hilt of his blade slicing upwards towards the mans neck which was bound now to have been left open.

If it had not he would have simply continued on with a series of strikes depending on the users movement (which would have been impaired by the light). With his left hand an exploding pouch would make its way out of the grip of his hand over the giants head. . tapping amongst the back wall exploding in an instant smashing debris of scattered pieces of wood into the back of Kaede, the giant, and whoever else may have been in the way.

“I’m going to give you one more chance ms. kaede. .” he’d say across the room. “What do you say?”

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Mekurumeku (Blinding Flash)

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[Katsumaru]

The man gurgled as the blade tore into his throat. Blood flowed forth from his neck, the wound quite deep, crimson splattering onto the ground. He grabbed his throat, feebly attempting to breathe, but each gasp for air only sent forth more blood. Several seconds passed before Zetsai began to stumble, ramming into a table and falling forward, head clashing onto the ground. The wet, sickening sound of a broken nose rang through the inn as the thug connected with a loud thump. As quickly as his threat was made, Zetsai’s life was lost. A man with a family to feed, dead, his wife doomed to prostitution to provide for her infant boy. Hyoka did not know, of course. So were the lives in a war-torn world, brutal and short.

The exploding pouch tore through the wall, the metal balls scattering into the distance. Two nearby men experienced the roar in full force, metal tearing into their flesh. The first was a black haired boy no older than sixteen, a grievous yelp of pain leaving his throat before the force of the explosion slammed him onto the ground. The second was a much older man, at least in his sixties, wrinkles betraying the age. While the dead, elderly man saw much in life, he did not expect an end so swift, at the hand of a brute with weapons, Hyoka. These two were but mere victims, their bloodied, torn corpses on the ground. The pouch destroyed the wood, leaving an alternative exit five meters wide. Outside, a wide path leads into the distance, the first building twenty meters away. The path also split to the left and right, alleys leading towards main streets

With the broken wall, a grievous problem arose, as the dust storm roared outside. The sand darted into the inn, thick layers obscuring vision. Not only seeing became a problem, but as the winds were quite intense, the grains of sand proceeded with fury unmatched, scraping wood and skin. The guests, already terrified from the pouch, scurried off into the distance, past Hyoka, rather facing the wrath of the outside than continuing to observe the unfolding scene. With more than a dozen visitors, the confined spaces of the café broke into chaos, people slamming into one another as they desperately scurried for safety. Kaede used that opportunity to flee, running towards a door not far from her. Feebly she grabbed the handle, ran through, and slammed it shut, lock clicking.

The explosion also caught the attention of the guards in the city streets. A sandstorm roared, but their duty was all the same, protection of Gareki no Machi. A duo of guards, not yet visible to Hyoka, ran towards the door, but could not yet enter as the crowds of fleeing citizen ran in sheer terror. ”Looks as if we need help.” The shorter of the two yelled, his voice drowned out by the sand storm. Meanwhile, the hooded stranger simply continued to sit, unfazed by the entire scene.

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[chiatsuki]

It’d all went as planned. . not that he’d expected any less though.

This particular funikumi wasn’t in the mood for negotiating and never had been. It was that very same word which had gotten his brother killed in this barren wasteland they’d called suna and ever since that day no one has been able to hyoka him from proceeding with his goal. Eyelids bent low to create a nonchalant leer as the funikumi outstretched his arm to block off the rest of the sand coming to his front as he watched the female scurry into the nearest room. “ugh. . so this is the game huh?” he’d retort aloud as the crowd of people quickly scurried out of the inn.

It cleared out rather quickly. . leaving only but two men within the room and a lady in the other. Violet hues settled upon the mysterious stranger to his left as his hand kept rested upon the bloody blade. . crimson paint dripping from the tip of the blade onto the ground beneath him. With a bold glare the chuunin would decipher this mans image. “Hey you! Over there! “ he’d respond in an overbearing tone cuffing his hands over his mouth to alleviate the sound of the breaking wind.

[Katsumaru]

With the crowds gone, the corpses of the two dead were revealed in full. The exploding pouch had truly done its work. The young boy lost his left leg, tendon and muscles torn, dripping with blood. Metal projectiles tore a hole into the elderly man’s stomach, guts flung out, sprawled on the ground. Terror filled their post mortem stare, hinting at last moments of fear and pain. Even in death, the older man clenched a miniature, wooden horse in his left hand. Upon it was a letter with fine writing. ’For Yaira, my grand daughter.’ it said.

”Come out!” a voice bellowed from the outside. The origin of the voice was that of a slim man standing no higher than five feet and eleven inches, seen through a window near the door. Furs covered his figure to protect from the weather. Three further men stood behind him, scarcely visible through the raging sands. Not yet did the men make any motions to enter. The quartet acted warily, startled by the earlier explosion. ”Come out, or we will take you by force.”

The cloaked man turned towards Hyoka, face still shrouded. For several moments he remained silent, the white gleam of his smirk still visible. ” You could have prevented all of this by paying, you know. Seems as if you caused quite the chaos here. Sunagakure, looking for it, eh? I have a proposition ” he uttered, voice deep and reverberating. The sandstorm continued to roar furiously, but the man, ominously, seemed to be entirely unaffected. After yet another moment of silence he stood, head tilted.

”Come out!” the guard roared again, numerous feet scurrying outside. They were on the move.

The cloaked stranger continued,”I go there by myself, but I can’t exactly walk through the desert. Some men want my head. Like the people in this city now want yours.” Again he fell silent, tension building as the guards grew more furious by the moment. ”I will pass underground for several miles. It is dangerous. Make your choice now.” Quickly the stranger turned on his heel and darted through the hole, running off into the distance under cover of the sand storm.

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[chiatsuki]

Lesson learned to the few who knew nothing.

Smoke filled the air as Hyoka gritted his teeth still looking at the disabled body he’d just taken a soul from. Fearless in this world he was but foolish to the aftermath of such rational decisions. He was the true definition of rebellion and cared not if he died now or later. The only thing the childish brute did care for was his clan and the name he represented. Because his clansmen had never made it into the country of wind without dying Hyoka had made it his personal goal to make it to the village of sand without a scratch on him. It was his only drive now that the fear had been stripped from him as a result of Fou’s death. He had become something much more in the months he had waited. .

Terror. It has a name yet dares not speak of itself in public and instead now allowed those screams of the innocent to become music to Hyoka’s ears. It would all halt as the words of authority sprang forth into the raggedy inn beckoning the young demon to come out. ‘Tch. .’ he’d respond to the outburst breathing in heavily as he turned to the cloaked figure which had emerged from his seat the second the guards voices rang out. (‘Must be an outlaw. .’) the young demon would say to himself as he mustered up the patience to bring out a response.

“Funikumi don’t bargain but. .” before he could continue the voices would yell louder screaming to come out as the cloaked figure made his way into the hole the funikumi had created for himself. He’d pause for a second wiping the blood from his blade and afterwards would replace the fullness of his blade back into the sheath. Before anyone could even hear the ‘click’ of the hilt drawing nearer to it’s end point his figure would have vanished right behind the cloaked man’s shadow disappearing into the country of wind.

(‘Don’t let your guard down bro. .’) the words of his brother repeating in his head as he darted behind the stranger.

[Katsumaru]

Time blurred as the two walked, sun blotted out by the roaring sand. The storm refused to waver, continuing to blow with an almost spiteful rage as the numerous grains scathed rock and homes alike. Guards continued to yell from the other side, voices furious as they demanded the culprit to reveal himself. Little did they know that he has taken a backward path, allowing for that opportune moment of escape. The largest of the guards rammed the door with his shoulder, wood breaking under the intense force, but he glanced upon the scene with wide eyes, for the Hyoka was nowhere to be seen.

The sandstorm allowed for moderate cover as the two proceeded across the dunes, hooded man now at a rapid run. His cloak fluttered wildly under the winds, but he showed not even the slightest discomfort as the sand grazed his skins. The winds blew his hood backwards, revealing a narrow face with deep-set, gray eyes. His face smooth face was lacking in any hair. The man’s head, too, was completely bald. Still he did not waver as the sands slammed into his gleaming, bald head. Valorously the man continued on in a rapid run across the desert.

Several hours passed before the two arrived at a sturdy, hill side door. Two obelisks stood to the right and left respectively, archaic, ancient symbols inscribed upon the rocks. The pillars loomed at almost twenty meters, casting a deep shadow onto the grounds. The sandstorm has finally come to an end, revealing dark skies, the sun but moments from setting completely. With nightfall came a growing cold, temperature dropped significantly as the night’s predators began their hunts. The hooded man turned to the Hyoka, face covered by the cowl again and spoke, tone deep and brooding,”Aside from men wanting my head, the desert is simply too monotonic to find a proper way. I will get lost, you will get lost, so this underground path will make things much simpler.” Turning on his heel to the door he opened it slowly, deep, raspy breaths resonating from under the hood.

”These ruins belong to an ancient, desert dwelling people. That is what rumors say, at least. Very few have walked within. So be prepared for anything. I expect the worst.” he warned, taking a step forward. Within, a lengthy, lightly lit path lead downwards, the stairs seemingly but moments from crumbling. These ruins were no simple, derelict structure – nay – much worse. Simply setting into the place felt unsettling, eerie, if not downright sinister. A quiet, omnipresent, scarcely audible hum rung on as the two would make their way down.

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[chiatsuki]

It had been the journey of a lifetime it seemed. Hyoka shadowed the man almost perfectly matching his speed yet keeping a good distance behind him for the sakes of evading the wind. Smiling deviously as the voices of the guards faded from abaft the chunin of grass made his way deeper into the country of wind setting a milestone for his brothers and sisters. Azul optics would transfuse the man’s image as they made their way past the dunes of sand trying to decipher his appearance. (‘just who is this guy anyways. .’) he’d ask himself just moments before a monstrous wind collided with the two – so strong it almost stopped their trek completely.

After a second of wafting sands their speed would return to normal and Hyoka’s eyes would embark at the bald headed man. Shifting his speed to a higher rate Natsufubuki would place himself alongside the man trying to get a closer look at him. After obtaining a clearer image of the mans silhouette Hyoka’s attention would revert back to the trail they followed – though not much of one in the first place – in attempts to allocate their destination. Only after a couple of hours of running and walking the two brutes stop along a mighty set of obelisks that towered over their figure at first glance. With a free hand the curious Hyoka would edge his fingers along the carvings inside of the statues analyzing its architecture.

(‘fuckin beautiful ain’t it. .’) he’d say to himself as if talking to his brother. ”Aside from men wanting my head, the desert is simply too monotonic to find a proper way. I will get lost, you will get lost, so this underground path will make things much simpler.” the bald headed stranger would coo out towards him. Hyoka would simply nod to the statement looking down into the depths of the pit smiling at the mans comment: “These ruins belong to an ancient, desert dwelling people. That is what rumors say, at least. Very few have walked within. So be prepared for anything. I expect the worst,” the bald man would retort to Hyoka in an attempt to keep him on guard.

Little did he know this psycho had already prepared for it all. “ahaha. My name is Funikumi Hyoka and I AM the worst. .” the obnoxious brute would chuckle as the two drifted off into the bottoms of the pit.

[chiatsuki]

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(this is taking me way too long to find the village considering this thread started on the 15th of january. No offense to you lil bro but I've lost muse for suna right now and I'm going back to kusa for some plot which could use you as well. I'll pm you about another event I'd like for you to gm katsumaru thanks for the time you put into this).

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