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Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Love » Fri Sep 23, 2011 6:06 pm

She had lost track of the days since she had last seen her sister. Both of them, herself and Airisu, had been captured during the fall of Suna. They probably wouldn't have been had they not fallen behind in order to close off Akiko's lab, but Yuriko was still glad they had managed to keep the secrete facility safe from the marauder's hands. They had thrown them into a jail, separated them for their obvious connection with one another, and when this wagon she now road in the back of had shown up to take her and the rest of the prisoners out of Suna and to Kazetokai, they had cruelly left Airisu behind so that now Yuriko didn't even have her big sister with her. It wasn't really until they had road off that the green skinned Megami had begun feeling weak. Being separated in the jail cell was one thing, but they were still but rooms away. With each passing day that she spent away from Airisu, though, Yuriko grew weak. It's something Akiko had said would happen to them.

It must have been a three day travel by horse drawn carriage, Yuriko assumed. The two guards in the front at the reigns had been excited last night when they stopped and rested at nightfall for the fact that they were nearly there, and since two days had already gone by along with half of a third, Yuriko knew they were getting close. She was never the smart one. Had Airisu been here they would have probably already escaped. However, Yuriko had a certain amount of street cred, a resourcefulness about her. Even though the chakra inhibiting bracers that clamped he hands together inhibited her and the rest of the prisoners that were chained up in the wagon from manipulating chakra, Yuriko had kept hidden a plant she had grown just before being captured, and she had finally figured out what to do with it.

Her movement cloaked by both the cover on the wagon and the constant rattle of the chains around their ankles created by the bumpy ride across sand dunes, Yuriko got up and walked straight across to the man from her. Whoever he was he was a Suna shinobi, and Yuriko was about to pull a page out of Akiko's book that would have just made her sister's skin crawl. "Excuse me, but I need to borrow your face." Before the confused man could say anything, she plummeted her cleavage into a forced motor-boat before the man forced her off of him.

"What in Hell has gotten into you, have you gone mad with mirage." He yelled, which really freaked Yuriko out since she didn't want to attract attention from the front of the wagon.

"Shush! I've got a lock pick in my bust and I can't well and reach it with my own mouth." It was like a matter-of-factual tone she had taken with the guy.

"You've had a pick this whole time and you wait till now to pull it out. How dense are you girl?"

"Will you shut up and just grope me already?" Alright, so she definitely lacked the sexual subtlety of her mentor, though Yuriko didn't quite get the satire that Akiko only used seduction as a tool. Reluctantly, the man chose to help her, though not with his face. Instead, he used his own gauntlet covered hands to force the twig up enough so that Yuriko could snag it in her mouth. "Tinkyou." She thanked him without moving her teeth which held the stem in place. The plan was nothing more then a thorny rose stem that had been reinforced by mixing its genes with those of a coconut. The result was a brown thorn stem that had rather chaffed Yuriko on the way up, though its end was formed into a fine enough point that it could hopefully pick the lock.

Without another word, Yuriko sat back down and immediately made herself very flexible by pulling up her legs in a compressed spread eagle to bring the lock around her feet up near her face. The reaction of the man, and several others in the wagon, was another one of disgust since the position really didn't help fight against the slutty image the girl had just created for herself. "Have some common decency girl!"

"Hey, what's going on back there." One of the brutes in the front called back. Yuriko's heart pounded faster as she rushed to try and jimmy the lock free, wiggling her jaw to cause the twig to feel around in the lock body for the release.

"Get back there and check it out will you?" Forget jumping, her heart all but practically stopped as the one man got up at the insist of the driver. Throwing the cover back as he walked in, the lock popped just as Yuriko set sight on the interrupting man, causing the cuffs to unlatched and the elevated chains to drop dead on the floor beneath Yuriko.

The Megami immediately rolled herself up with a muffled, "Ut-oh."

She took some slow steps back to the end of the wagon as the brute approached her. "Looks like somebody wants gutted early." He scoffed as he reached for the hilt of his waist sword. Yuriko quickly spat out the twig like a dart which struck the man straight in the eye. As he screamed a bloody howl causing the wagon to waver as the driver reared it from the shock of the wail, Yukiko jumped form the moving carriage and rolled along the soft sand. She wasn't hurt, which was good since instinct told her she had to immediately get out of there. Unfortunately, there are not many places to hide in a desert, and so she took to just running in the opposite direction of the wagon as fast as she could, her arms still constricted by the chakra cuffs.

"MY *%$#ING EYE!!" The man screamed as he ripped the bloody twig out of his right eye socket and covered the bleeding wound with his hand, rushing back to the front. "Turn this thing around, I'll kill her, I'll &#@*ing kill her!"

"You let one of them escape?" The driver complained, not showing any sign of mercy over the bloody mess the eye of his fellow guard had become. "I'll be lashed a lot worse for not getting this delivery in on time then you will for loosing a bloody prisoner." He had no intention of stopping.

"Then it looks like this is my stop." The ruffian said just before jumping out to the side of the wagon and rolling much like Yuriko. When he sat himself up he pulled off a shard of thread and used it to create an eyepatch, tying the fabric tightly in the back of his head to diagonally covered part of his face. If it was the last thing he'd do, he'd kill that girl.

As for Yuriko, she didn't look back as she called out, "HELP!" hopelessly in the desert for somebody other then the tumbleweeds to hear her.
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Re: Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Knyves » Tue Sep 27, 2011 3:28 pm

Hell.

He had died and gone to some manner of afterlife intended for the worst beings to ever grace the planet. It was the only logical conclusion that Souhei's thirst-driven mind could concoct. His body ached for liquid of any sort, and yet the desert simply continued to stretch on. And on. and on. Rubbing a dry tongue against even drier lips, the first thought to register in his mind was that he would be in no position to fight like this. The second was a true realization of the implications of the shriek for help. That wasn't the cry of yet another victim of the desert. That was the shrill yelp of a woman in imminent danger, not the looming sort, such as heat or lack of water.

As a matter of fact, she sounded quite refreshed. Perhaps she had water. And that would be why she was being attacked! A Good Samaritan might be offered a reward of some sort for their deed in saving her!

A weak pulse of chakra (being physically depleted meant his chakra was less prominent than it ought to have been) through his feet, and the sand exploded away from his heel as he took off, a strange loping gait that denoted the weakness of ten hours of walking without fluids. Still, even at such a weak point, Souhei's physique was more than up for the challenge, carrying his lithe frame over the dunes between him and his water fountain.

Sizing up the situation in a drink-addled state took a bit longer than he was comfortable with, but there was a woman, in cuffs of some sort, being pursued by a man with a bleeding face and a sword.

Cuffs. The woman was likely a prisoner. But why? Did it matter. The man showed an intent to kill that was certainly real enough, and Souhei would never get the answers he was looking for from only one side of this confrontation.

"H-hey!" He paused a moment to clear his throat of the lump of sand that had blown in there in the place of water approximately an hour beforehand. "Stop!" Slide-running down the sand he was standing atop brought him to a place roughly equally between the fleeing girl and the murderous man. Immediately he positioned himself in a manner to defend the woman, should the man not heed his warning. And who said Chivalry was dead?!
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Re: Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Love » Thu Sep 29, 2011 6:53 pm

Behind the man that jumped into the in between amongst Yuriko and her pursuer the green-skinned girl toppled over into a soft roll in the sand behind her would-be savior. Now that there was another person involved her conscious wouldn't let her just run away, though that wasn't to say she wasn't incredibly grateful to see this other man. With her hands restricted and the device around them continually draining her chakra down to a docile low level, she couldn't put up much of a fight for herself. Even beyond these restrictions, without her sister here for strength, she probably wasn't very good in a fight to begin with. Sure, she'd slug the guy in the face as strong as she could, but when you're named for a flower you're never meant to grow very strong.

The marauder stopped short of the interferer with a more then disgruntled growl. "You're sticking your business where it don't belong, boy. Take da warning and get lost. I'll I want is the girl, but I won't think twice about cutting you down."

"He's a Collector! They're taking shinobi to experiment on them!"

"Shut it, bitch!" Slashing his sword through nothing but air, the blade lit on fire from the motion almost like striking a match. There was more to this man then just a rusty blade and a bad attitude.
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Re: Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Knyves » Sun Oct 02, 2011 12:01 am

He owed no obligation to the people of Suna. Save they had never harmed Kasai. And during the exile, Kasai had remained upon the outskirts of wind country, receiving aid from these people. Whatever inner turmoil now plagued them was of no bother to them. But, to survive, he needed someone on his side in this desert. And of the two, the woman seemed the one to be more appreciative of attempts to help. The man was likely not willing to share any reward, or offer any help. And his haste in activating a Katon technique meant chivalry would prevail. Well, chivalry, curiosity, protective instinct, desire for water. Whichever it was that drove him, he acted on it instantly, melding his four seals required to activate his technique. At least one of his thirsts would be satisfied...

Souhei had fought all sorts in the past twelve months. A Nara who threw glass shards with pinpoint accuracy, bandits robbing a bank, the list went on and on. But most importantly, he'd faced swordsmen before. One of repute, with a massive bounty on his head. The fact that Souhei had escaped with his life was testimony enough of his skill in these situations. Then again, the sword in that time hadn't been emitting a scalding heat either.

"She's coming with me. G-go back." Trying to make his tone firm, Souhei realized he was failing miserably, and so instead went for the direct approach. Moving in at a light jog.

Why did he do these things to himself? Even as he mused the question, the answer came. He did so because he was needed. People needed a protector. A strong protector. He would be that for others.
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Re: Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Love » Sun Oct 02, 2011 7:43 pm

As her savior, whose name she would really have to get at some point, engaged her one-eyed assailant, Yuriko furiously looked around for something to bash her cuffs against. A rock? A tree? Neither was in high supply in the desert. If this had been the Land of Stone or the Land of Fire it would be a different story, but these two places it was not. Instead it was the Land of Wind giving it only an endless supply of gusts and dusts. Maybe she could force the cuffs off of her. Laying down on the bed of soft, yet hot, sand, She forced her knee up between her arms and tried to push the cuff off of her with no real luck. All she really managed to do was make her arms hurt some from the tugging, and get herself stuck into a ball.

As the man got closer, the bandit started into his own run, but jumped up seconds into the sprint to bring a large, downward slashing fire strike down with his sword. Should contact be made, even with the ground, a shockwave of fire would rip out from the blade in a powerful strike that most would not expect from someone that looked so scruffy. In actually, the man was a former shinobi himself. He had gained his ranks in the Land of Waterfalls long before it collapse and went on to become what is now the density of Yukigakure. During the fallout, he had struck out on his own, eventually ending up in the Westlands making a living doing all sorts of unmentionable activities, most of which were against the side of Sunagakure. It was money that had originally provoked him into working for the Diamyo of the Wind Country. Many of the Westland villains were enticed by such a calling. However, the only thing that drove him right now was revenge. Revenge he would have exacted against green-runt even if he had to cut through this unfortunate fellow.
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Re: Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Knyves » Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:47 pm

A brute force type. Ninjutsu ability or no, that was possibly the worst mistake his opponent could have made. Souhei moved to intercept the man, and then took a single step closer, finishing his jutsu and feeling the necessary chakra begin to swirl into activity inside his body.

Dangerous risks meant better rewards however. His left hand shot up, sliding up at an angle sufficient to grabe the incoming blade, or rather, the wrist that grasped the blade. Jerking down on the wrist, Souhei pivoted his torso as the familiar jade flash signaled his first victory, slinging his right hand as a balled up fist into the incoming torso. The result, hopefully, would translate all of his enemy's downward momentum into a horizontal motion, slinging him at a 90 degree angle away from Souhei's current position. He couldn't simply throw the man over him. The girl was back there.

As soon as the man went airborne, Souhei began pursuit, the chugging of fresh chakra through his system envigorating his body as a smile crept across his face for the first time in hours.

The thrill of battle, bloodlust, renewed chakra reserves, all of it converged on Souhei in a fresh wave, lifting from his body the weakness of thirst.

Now if only this guy bled water, Souhei would be in good shape!

Casting a glance over his sholder at the girl however, his brow furrowed in consternation. What exactly was she trying to do?! Was she gonna roll over the top of their adversary? Perhaps it was some obscure form of martial arts that involved contorting the body to attack as a sphere? Souhei had heard of a clan capable of feats similar, transforming their bodies into huge wrecking balls. But... this girl was small. And green. Hardly a formidable threat to anyone...
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Re: Wilt [ Open to 1 ]

PostPosted by Love » Sun Oct 09, 2011 8:44 pm

The man tucked and rolled out of his failed attack and the painful counter. This punk had a pair of fist on them, but he had a violent anger about him. Not only did it fuel his hatred for the green girl, and now also a hatred for this nosey kid. However, the man's furious emotions did more then just fuel that hatred, it also fueled his techniques. The angrier he got, the hotter his fires would burn, the worse the damage would become, the more the flames would grow. A sign of his was seen by the fact that the fire covering the blade had spread downward, and now covered the forearm of the brute that had so previously been grappled by the Taijutsu brat. A second fire also started at the other hand of the man, and all he would have to do to activate a full body shield is keep getting hotter, his blood rushing to his face as he yelled out. "I'll kill you punk!"

Coming out of the roll, the man aimed to repeat the same attack he had just attempted, jumping up high to bring the sword down in a hammer strike. However, this time, before either the attack could hit its mark or the chivalric hero could again intercept, Yuriko, who had undone her contortion and gotten to her feet intervened by slipping in-between the two. "I got this one" She held her bound hands up directly under the sword, and when it clashed down the force of the strike hit hard and released a miniature explosion of fire. Luckily, the soft sand beneath her helped to absorb the impact, and the cuffs kept her hands mostly protected, though she did topple over with pain from the burns her wrists received. Naturally, having the genetics of a plant made her more then a little weary of fire. Off to the side right between the man, the brute didn't waste a moment of the opportunity to try and kill the girl quickly by brining his blade in a sweep along the ground straight towards her.

Yuriko would later admit to herself that that was a stupid idea, but at least it had accomplished what she wanted to with it by using the force of the man's powerful and violent strike to crack the cuffs and break her chakra-binding shackles.
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