Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

Outside the walls of the major cities, the Snow Empire boasts a variety of climates and landscapes. From the frozen glacial desert of the north, to the deciduous rain forest in the south, the four provinces are fun to discover for those who can keep their wits about them. Wild beasts of primitive and dangerous proportions loom in the corners of even its most barren wastelands, and the criminal elements are almost free to roam anyplace that is secluded from civilization.

Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Wed Sep 26, 2012 9:08 pm

Two amber-glowing points opened to darkness. Frigid air chilled the sweat on her body. Panicked for breath, she struggled to free her legs from the tangled blankets. The folding bed toppled over in the struggle and she sprawled painfully on the frozen ground of her tent.

Rushed footsteps alarmed her only seconds before one of the guards stuck his head in. There was no alarm on his face, but even from just that and the edge of his shoulders, she could see the controlled tension - and the moment it seeped out of him and was replaced with amusement. He withdrew before she could find something heavy to throw. Slumping back on the frost-bitten ground, she could just barely make out the distant mumble as the guard notified the other night-watchers about the origins of the ruckus.

Perfect. By morning, every person in her little regiment would know that she had fallen out of her own bed. Trying to distract herself from the coming humiliation gave her time to notice that the coals in the large fire bowl in the center of the tent had died out. The dark-brown braid coiled under her neck like a pillow as she twisted her head to the side and studied the ashen-grey lumps. She didn't even consider the dirt that would soak into the hair. That would have been a big deal for her once. These days, appearance just wasn't a priority. At least not in the same way it had once been. With half her body marred by flesh that mostly resembled melted wax, what did the rest of it matter?

Would it be worth it to have the fire stoked at night? She already knew the answer, but considering the question kept her from having to think about the real problem.

Which was trying to avoid a problem. She'd grown really good at that. So good, that these days, she had to force herself to work against old habits.

Amaya sighed, staggered to her feet and grabbed the parka she'd discarded at the edge of the bed earlier in the evening. It was now on the floor and half-soaked from a stream of melted ice that had found an opening in the canvas. Disgusted, she dragged it over her head and pushed the discomfort away from her thoughts. Knowing from experience that she wouldn't get anymore sleep, she left the tent. A few of the guards stole a glance after her as she made her way through the quiet camp, but they knew better than to question her late-night antics.

Besides, she hadn't forgotten any of the swear-words she'd worked so hard on collecting, and a steady stream was escaping her mouth while she half-marched to the nearby cliff-edge. With half a yard of snow on the ground, she had worked up a sweat by the time she reached the edge of the cliff. Even in the dim hour-before-dawn, the snow-covered valley beneath her had a translucent, supernatural gleam.

Forcing her aching limbs into the proper position, she closed her eyes and breathed steadily, willing her thoughts to focus.

The Kanjitsu. She'd activated it in her sleep again and the dream had come.

She was used to them by now. As far as anyone could get used to the haunting and jumbled pieces of predictions and ordinary nightmares, coupled with a few hundred ancestors miscellaneous advice and experience. You'd think they would at least admit when they were in the deep end of the pool, but so far it just seemed to make them more excited. And give her a headache that she would have killed to get rid off. Concentrating deeper, she brought up the memory of the mission details.

A gathering of former Konoha-shinobi have gone missing after the upheaval in the Land of Fire. At last count, 22 shinobi ranking from Genin to Jounin, all trained in Konohagakure, have been listed as missing from their stations. Of this number, it is unknown how many have joined together. You will find details of each individual attached.

Reports of attacks against villages along the borders between The Land of Fire and the Land of Snow suggest that they may have turned to criminal activity to feed themselves.

In an effort to assist Konohagakure and strike down what could be the spark that would set off a revolt - one which might stretch beyond the nations borders and affect the Republic - and at the same time honor our trade treaties with Yukigakure, your assignment will be to track down the missing nins and escort them back to Konohagakure, where they will be trialed for their crimes.

For this task, you have been granted a regiment of 25 soldiers.


Amaya studied the information on each of the missing nins for the thirteenth time. They were prey now. The regiment - her regiment - had been hunting the criminals for nearly a week, since the assassination of their supposed leader, Biyan Tao. They had crossed from the Land of Fire into the icy mountains of the Land of Snow and the unfamiliar terrain was taking its toll. Yesterday, the criminals had outrun them, descending into the valley below just as darkness fell. It had been impossible to follow them down the mountain-slope until sunrise.

She focused on the distant lights of torches scattered around the small village in the center of the valley, just on the edge of a large frozen lake. It seemed an isolated place. A small mountain-village, where life probably went on as it had every day for the last hundred years.

In just a few hours, that village would be a battlefield.


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


Spoiler:
01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Thu Sep 27, 2012 12:05 am

The waning moon lit up the night sky with stars that could only have been so bright in the expanses of the frozen desert. Beneath its vibrancy a new wave of snow fell in light sheets as if any blemish upon the white landscape known as snow country was a direct insult upon nature itself. The usually cool air had turned hellish with the oncoming of winter; those who took residence in the land spoke to it being the signs of one of their harshest seasons in the past decade. The smart ones spent the last few weeks hunting down the necessary items to survive the oncoming conditions, but thankfully there were the few whom kicked such conventional means to the curb. After all, the greatest of tales always started with a fool.

"Yatta! They work us seven days a week for three straight weeks, and then give us a week off right in the devil's ass crack." A patrolman, draped in the white insignia of Yukigakure slumped, hard, against the roof cropping of the Mountain Haven. From the looks of it the man was using all his might to stay upright. "Well, [badword] you Queen Kodani! No way in hell I’ll be spending this time sober. "

"Here here! Sobriety is best wasted on the ass of a virgin." Another member of the twelve man platoon sounded off. Half his drink sloshed across his hand long before it met his lips. "Come on, Captain. Get in on this unless you won't 'ave any for yourself to suck on later. Aahahaha."

"FINE. Suit yourself, capo." This time it was the youngest of the group. The teenager went to extreme lengths to prove himself a man among the group. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that this fact spurned the child's next action. With all the tact of a drunkard, the boy unsheathed his natural sword, one which threatened to disappear in the girth of his palms, and sent a golden rainbow of color shooting onto some poor soul below. "Hehe. More for the rest of us."

Hoots and hollers cheering on the actions of their kōhai soon turned to dismay as the angry shouts from below were soon followed by the pounding of footsteps upon a set of stairs.

"Hey, isn't that Mayor Takahashi?"

"Kanta! You pissed all over the mayor! Ahahah, you're in for it now, boyo."



"Nu uh. Get out. That was the mayor? I should have hit him in the damn lips, then."



Onoda Myaku drowned out the sounds of laughter behind him with all the effort it took to silence the buzzing of a fly. For the sake of his own sanity he had become quite capable of tuning out the ridiculous antics of his platoon. A year ago he would have draped up anyone, under his command, of misbehavior demeaning of their rank, but all sense of duty seemed to have abandoned the captain since the fated invasion of Sunagakure. The fall of his acquired homeland had brought everything he had worked for to a screeching halt. Not to mention the fact that he had left his heart, buried, in the sands of wind country.

The young captain reached down to lift a simple silver ring connected to a necklace up to view. Rolling the circular object around his finger brought the diamond to bump against the skin of his fingers. With the sensation a flight of unwanted memories shattered the requiem of his calm. A scowl stopped the flood of images, yet the feelings still lingered his chest or at least the remnants of raw emotion still ached his chest. His free hand shook the contents of his drink, letting the ice click reassuringly against the small glass sides. In one blur of movement he knocked by the brown liquor, relishing in the warmth it spread through his chest; and the way it would slowly burn away the memories of another time.

"What do you mean I can't shoot my shit off the edge of this tavern? I don't give a damn who you are! This is a free country!"

"Actually, bro, it's not. There is a legitimate law against specifically launching off a roof."



"Really? This is what I’m paying taxes for?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Ironically, if you had done this on ground level you would have avoided jail time."



"Well, damn. GG."

A guard was just about to slap a set of chains around the patrolman's wrists when the sound of a shriek split the air like the wail of a woman in the midst of labor. Myaku was on his feet with a full foot of steel out of its sheath before the others had managed to turn their heads in the direction of the sound. His head turned on a swivel as it ascertained the specific direction the scream had originated. His teeth gritted hard against one another when he realized he could only pin down one of two direct positions.

"Hawk, take half the men to that point. The rest of you follow my tail in thirty second intervals. I want a wide net for this bird to trap itself. Announce yourself with two calls or suffer the consequences." Beneath the guise of his stoic revere, Myaku was content with the change of events. He had needed something to distract him from the sound of his own thoughts.

The patrol soon left the befuddled mayor behind, rushing from the fire straight into the firestorm.

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Thu Sep 27, 2012 1:44 pm

"Is that the best you can do? I don't have all night."


Yuudai Korvo's fingers around the young woman's neck tightened painfully, dirtied nails digging into her skin. Panic made her voice carry as the second scream left her lips in a shrill cry for help. The large hand holding her raised her from the ground, her legs jerking and flashing a pair of woolen underclothes dangling around her ankles. Apparently, her assailant had surprised her in the middle of her business in the latrine. As the hand shook her again, the woman whimpered and wet herself. The warm liquid trickled down her thighs and gathered in a steaming puddle in the snow.

"She pissed herself. I don't believe it.. "

The man looked up and down the crying girl with surprise and disgust, then a satisfied smile cracked the dirt that covered his face. It wasn't a pleasant smile. He was tall, but not particularly built. A nearly lanky frame deceivingly concealing the lean muscles beneath, with greasy black hair that was glued to his cheeks and neck with a mixture of melted snow, grime and sweat. Behind him in the muddied mess of the path leading into the village, seven figures waited impatiently.

They were all filthy, dressed in torn rags of indistinguishable colors. They looked what they were - criminals that had been hunted for several days, without rest, sleep or food. Despite obvious differences, either one could have been mistaken for the other from the look on their faces: Hunger, anger and anticipation.

Like a pack of wolves waiting for the pack leader to give the signal that dinner is served.

"Where's the Mayor of this charming little town? Come on, or I'll play some more with this little piss-doll!"

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A ghostly sliver of pale light brightened the horizon over the edge of the mountains. It would be an hour, perhaps two, before it had traveled high enough to reach the village, but from her own position on the ledge far above the valley, it was light enough to distinguish shadows from darkness. She didn't notice and had no need for it. Her eyes swirled with amber, orange hues lighting up figures in the distance as if they had been set aflame. The fire-ants closed in on the village, then split up. The smaller group went ahead, halting just inside what she thought might be the edge of the village. The larger group split and moved in separate directions around the village, infiltrating the houses furthest from the center.

"It's started."

She blinked, trying to disassociate what she saw miles away from the humming chakra-signature that stepped closer, straining her ears to hear the soft creak of snow beneath the large mans feet. Catching the sound and the wind carrying his scent with it, she sighed and relaxed. It had become a personal challenge of hers, after she had become able to track Nao, no matter how hard he was trying to hide himself, to find the physical tell-tale that revealed his presence. The first time they had met, in a desert-village that was now ruins - mainly by her hand, with the aid of a few explosives - she had been as good as blind and deaf. It was a point of pride to Amaya that he couldn't sneak up on her anymore. For someone who was built like a mutated bear, Nao was able to be surprisingly invisible when he wanted.

"You shouldn't be able to see that far," she mouthed silently, her voice a little distant, but with a clear note of disapproval. Most of her mind was still occupied with the dots. And then there was that lingering irritation, something from her dream that kept nagging at her.

Nao shrugged - she didn't have to look at him to know - and kneeled behind her, his wide shoulders shielding her body from the wind. It was a comforting feeling, one he often achieved without making an effort. She suspected he would have made a wonderful father, if it wasn't for the small fact that Kioku very rarely were able to keep track of their offspring.

"I wasn't watching them. I was watching you. You've been tracking them the last hour, haven't you?"

"Just like you have been watching me. If that had been anyone else, I would have said it was slightly creepy."

She made her voice drawl, the joke an attempt at distracting him from the returned note of disapproval she'd heard in his voice. Deep down, she knew that her abilities these days frightened and worried him. The distance between them and the village was far greater than what any of the other Kioku could comfortably manage.

"You're using the Eye."

His voice had darkened, brows together in a frown.

"We've been at their heels for more than a week now. Three with enough power to be ranked as jounin, seven at the rank below, and another eight that are somewhere in between, all former shinobi. A small army. They're starved, willing to do anything to escape capture. They'll gather what they need and move on before we arrive, and they will stop at nothing to do get what they want."

Her voice had as much bite as the chilling wind around them. The large man hesitated, used to the stinging remarks, weighing his response for a moment.

"It isn't your fault. You've done everything humanly possible. The risk of using-"

"The village defenses will have to hold until we get there. Have the men pack everything. I want the camp ready to move within fifteen minutes."

Amaya shifted, unfolding her sleeping limbs. The skin prickled as the blood sluggishly began to flow back into her legs. Nao took the hint and stood as well, taking a step back.

"Hiroko is already directing them. I suspect the hardest part will be to wake up Mey Li."

There was a hint of amusement in his voice. Kioku had no way of knowing who they were truly related to. It made everyone who carried the bloodline family and Mey Li was most assuredly the bothersome younger sister. Her expression softened at the mention of the younger girl, just as he had expected.

"What would I do without the three of you?"

The large man didn't need time to consider an answer.

"Scare the soldiers to death, I imagine. You look like a delicate lily. No one expects the snapping of a rabid dog when you open your mouth."

Amaya smiled wryly and lifted a hand to catch the pale ray of light on a bit of wrinkled skin.

"It's been a long time since I was a lily", she mouthed thoughtfully. Nao huffed out a cloud of white and slung a hand around her shoulder, guiding her back towards the rapidly decreasing circle of tents.

"I won't indulge your self-pity. What's wrong? I thought you were past that."

She frowned gently, considering the threads, invisible to the naked eye, that stretched in front of her. What was it? Something was nagging, just at the corner of her mind. Something that had to do with the dream she'd been having since they left the desert, but every time she tried to grasp at it, whatever it was slipped through her fingers.

Nao left her next to what had become 'her' horse during the chase and she grimaced. She missed her dromedary. She'd almost become used to the stubborn and slightly obnoxious creature, but had had to leave it behind when they crossed into the Land of Fire. It would hardly have been fit for the snow-covered surroundings. Instead of mouthing off yet another rant about how little she appreciated horses, she lifted her eyes to the sky.

"Storm's coming."

Nao raised his eyes to the grey clouds that were rolling past the mountain-ranges behind them.

"I guess we'll just have to outrun it."

Amaya swung into her saddle and studied the jumbled mess of threads that lay ahead. Nao turned away from her to direct the soldiers into lines.

"It'll catch up. Storms always do."


The wind snatched the quiet words from her lips and carried them with it on its way down the slope and out across the valley.


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


Spoiler:
01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Thu Sep 27, 2012 2:37 pm

In the depths of the night all that could be heard was the sound of his men hitting the rooftops and labored breath from those who had consumed too much alcohol for such intense activity. Thankfully, this was a relatively small village. The chances of the culprit being anything more than a common thief was incredibly small. It's exactly why their stay was practically considered a vacation from their normal activities. Either way, no matter how miniscule the event, the platoon's captain welcomed the distraction with open arms. If he had to experience another drunken night with the group he might have strangled one of the idiots to death; never mind how little alcohol did to chase away his own internal demons.

On the last jump that would put him directly over the crime scene, Myaku completely phased through the edge of the nearest rooftop. Prior to the end of his movement, the soldier sheathed his sword in favor of a single kunai. Sharp green eyes darted to the darkest corner of the room before alighting on the calm rise and fall of a child's chest. If he could help it the young girl would awake to a village safer than when her head alighted on her pillow. Steps softer than the motions of an insect across floor wood, guided the shinobi to the window overlooking his real target.

Three floor downs in a mound of new snow he could make out the body of a middle aged woman. Her dress was acclimated to that of a street bum. No one would miss her when the first light of morning came, yet from the way her assailant had carved out sections of her throat there were bound to be more victims before daylight. A quick look to the ground gave away no sign of footprints. Even worse, when the revealing vision of his doujutsu came to bear there were no indications of activity on any adjoining street.

Myaku ground his teeth at his shoddy luck, turned once more to check the street, and phased up to the rooftop. "We're dealing with at least a semi-professional."

The patrolman posted on the roof, Griffith, rounded to bring his axe up to a ready position. "God damn. I hate when you do that."

The captain continued, completely ignoring the older man's reaction. "From the way the throat was severed we might have a psychopath on our hands. Threat level appears to be at least D ranked in nature due to hindering abilities to tracking. Relay this information between our squad and have the closest man to Hawk inform him of the situation."

"Hai."

Myaku lofted a hand signal in the air to let the others know he planned on taking a closer look. They would remain as an aerial cover while he took the investigation the streets. A hand sign shifted was all it took to shift his appearance to that of a sixteen year old girl. Leather skirt and top clung to his curvaceous body with all the options befitting a harlot while a simple white cloak barely did its job in covering his body. It was with this outlook that he phased seamlessly into relatively clear streets.

Bringing the hood up on the cloak should have been enough to hide his altered iris from the view of his would be assailant. Whoever it was couldn't have gotten far and because of the appearance of light security they might be baited to come out once again. He couldn't help thinking that there was something he was missing. The whole affair seemed a little shaky from the start. His mind shifted to how he would get away from the scene of the crime. There was the possibility of covering the body in snow and posing as the victim, but enough scrutiny might have proved the ruse false. A clone might do the trick in that regard, but that still left the whole matter of motive.

He turned down a shadowed alley, tugging down his skirt in the process. How in the world did women wear these things? The whole outfit was uncomfortable, and that didn't even begin to cover the thong riding up his ass...

"Mmm, what's a fine piece like you walking around this late at night?"



He almost wanted to say thank you, except the criminal was already closing the distance between the two in leaps and bounds.

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Thu Sep 27, 2012 7:44 pm

Harsh winds tore at her cheeks like icy talons, bringing tears to her eyes that froze in their paths down her face. Unblinking, she watched the distant sparks move with concerning haste. They were infiltrating the village far quicker than she had anticipated.

    ".. too organized.."

The words were lost in the the clatter of hooves. Even with the snow dampening the sound, the galloping horses were the origins of a ominous rumble that drowned out any sound below a shout. Amaya brushed a hand over the fur that lined her hood, releasing a small storm of snowflakes that joined the rest that surrounded them. Although it was only snowing lightly and the wind was at their backs, the speed they were moving at brought the frozen specks of water against their skin like needles. She could feel the mounting storm behind them, like a lurking giant waiting to come crashing down.

She might not know snow, but she knew storms. Whether it was sand or water didn't matter. If they weren't behind shelter when it came rolling down into the valley, they wouldn't stand a chance.

If their prey managed to slip away and into the storm, they'd lose their tracks.

Chakra-signatures began flooding into the small square that Korvu had made his way to. And then they began fading away, one by one.

"Hiroko, time!"

      "Twenty, twenty-five maybe!"

              "Make it fifteen!"

The urgency in her voice made the riders shift forward in their saddles, lining themselves against the winds, heels at the horses sides to spur them on. "What's the [badword] rush? We missing the party, Commander?" The soldiers shout carried over the noise. "They're like [badword] chicken without a leader! They'll get themselves killed off before we even get there!

"What, you didn't hear? That other guy stepped up!"



      "Aye, I read his papers! Korvu!"

"Wasn't he the guy who decapitated a kid in that last village? Shit was nasty!"


"Yuudai Korvo is mine!"



A disgruntled mumble spread between the lines of the advancing horses. They had all seen what the criminals they were chasing left behind when they moved through a village. After the assassination of the first leader, Korvu had taken control and he had been much, much worse. The violence had escalated beyond what seemed possible for someone who, just months prior, had been serving as a dutiful shinobi. For each broken bone and lifeless corpse, the soldiers need to stop the criminals had heightened. Amaya could see the bloodlust on their faces. They wanted the hunt over and they wanted a piece of the shinobi ahead. An eye for an eye.

That wouldn't do.

"Remember, I want them alive! If you have a problem with that, feel free to shut your mouth and do what the [badword] you're told! I find any of you breaking orders, I won't just drag you back for trial in Konoha along with the rest of them. I'll find a nice crack in the ice somewhere in the mountains and toss you in!"


She took a moment to turn and eye the surrounding riders, the glowing amber eyes piercing each of them. Those that met her gaze looked away first. She rarely raised her voice these days - and she never made empty threats. A year ago, she would have made a joke and set them free on the criminals without a second thought, no matter the amount of blood spilled, but she was a different person now.

A part of her brain found another chakra-signature and added it to the count and she turned her concentration back to what lay ahead. Brilliant green flashed in front of her eyes. Ghostly fingers brushed her cheeks and the memory of laughter filled her ears, blocking out the howl of the wind.

... impossible. Why would he be here?

The shock nearly made her slide from the saddle. The horse beneath her bucked at the sudden slack in the reins and she fumbled blindly to latch onto the mane. Distantly, she knew she was still keeping track of the shinobi-attack. She knew that Nao had guided his horse to her side and caught a hold of her reins. He was saying something, asking her what was wrong, but she couldn't answer.

The world stopped turning as she watched the distant chakra-signature, one she knew better than any other.

And then the sensation blinked and disappeared.

Amaya pulled in a breath so suddenly that it sounded like a gasp in her own ears. She hadn't even noticed that she'd held her breath. Logic rammed into her head with the speed of a freight-train the moment the world set into motion again. She hadn't slept for nearly a week. The nightmares were getting worse, waking her after only an hour or two, and haunting her through the hours when she was awake. She was exhausted and under a great deal of stress. It was only natural that some of that would transfer into what she saw through the Kanjitsu. After all, she was using the Eye. Was there some sort of transfer? The dreams, perhaps they were the catalyst and she was simply seeing what she wished to see. Perhaps a transfer of memory.

Maybe she was simply seeing things.

Making a silent prayer to her ancestors, she grabbed the reins back from Nao's hand and muttered an excuse. Whatever was happening in the labyrinth of her mind, it would have to wait. Just ahead, the outline of houses began to emerge through the dim white.

She didn't have time to go insane right this moment.

"Hiroko, take your men to the eastern houses, second tier in. You should be in range to track them now. I think they're after the winter-storage! Nao, north-west. They're circling around the guard-posts! The rest of you, follow me!"

Enemy forces:
Attackers at the main square: 8
Attackers near the storage shed: 5
Attackers infiltrating the village guard-posts: 4


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


Spoiler:
01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Fri Sep 28, 2012 1:29 am

He slipped.

After all of that training to operate in every manner of covert operations, he actually slipped in the line of duty; literally. The odd shifting of the killer's gait raised a plethora of suspicions in the back of Myaku's mind. One final leap plowed the man into his already falling body. The snapping of Myaku's all too feminine arms jerked his body back into the borders of the alley. With a speed no normal man could muster, the stranger pinned him against the wall. Both arms hung limp to either side while surprising strength forced his legs apart, so all the figure had to do was move aside the garments of his evergreen robes.

"Sshh, if you please me I'll let you live a little longer. Besides, no use wasting all this on..." The man drew a sharp breath, letting loose a stench stronger than any homeless man. Yet, just as he was about to partake of the youthful body in front of him, his head cocked to the side as if it were listening to the wind itself.

The gears in Myaku's head turned over slowly. If he let the henge fall the ruse could cost him his life. Plus he finally had an angle he felt he could play, despite the less than fortuitous circumstances. In a motion that snapped the criminal's concentration, he wrapped his bare legs firmly around the man's waist."What's the rush big boy? Had I known what you were packing I wouldn't ta been so resistant."

A sickening smile made the soldier almost enter a psychological gag reflex. Only the steel in his veins kept his act up. Small gyrations of his hips caused the wanderer to loosen his grip on his arms.

"Well, the others...ah, I mean...I"

Myaku let his arms wrap loosely around the man's shoulders. "You mean there's more studly men like you around. Mmm, the only way this would be better was if ya'll were one of those mystical ninjas the other girls are always talkin' about."

He pressed into him, now. The oppressive tongue of a ruffian already sliding across his unsheltered neck. The way his arms were moving if he pressed any further there would be absolutely no point to an already ridiculously short skirt.

"If only you knew the half of it. The other seven would have loved to get a piece of you." His laugh was filled with the twisted notions of his words. "How about you let me into paradise?"

"Gladly." Myaku pulled him close to the glee of the other man, except this final embrace would be headed by the surgical incision of a hidden blade slipping from the soldier's wrist to enter the killer's heart. Souton chakra slowly pushed the sharp blade through the chambers of his heart until it would come to a final rest betwixt the major organ. A hand sign released the transformation technique as his victim came to the realization of the trap far too late. The two sank to the snowy earth with one another; forest green eyes pensively gazing into ones which began to lose their light. His voice was the whisper of a shinigami. "Tell me how many of your brethren are here and I will save your life."

"S..seve..te..." His eyes momentarily lit up with the promise of life only to be stopped by a river of red draining from his lips. The knife had finally taken its toll on his consciousness.

Disgust filled the former assassin as he shoved the corpse into the ground. Had this place been filled with sand instead of all the cherry picking icing he would have wrung the man for everything he was worth. Now, he was back to square one. Well, at least he knew he wasn't alone. Alone. The word sent a chill through his spine. At the edges of his senses he could hear the sounds of combat picking up, but more importantly he had lost track of his own team during the chance encounter. They were supposed to be watching his six in the midst of all of this.

Myaku spun around with eyes boring to the skies. There was no one on the rooftops and if they were it was locked in a fight with an unfriendly combatant. How had this all happened, on his watch nonetheless? The killer had mentioned a number that he couldn't pin between seven, seventeen, or seventy. If it was any of the higher numbers the village was likely to fall long before dawn gave a hint of its rise. His gut told him that his men were in over their heads. The death toll would be massive should they continue which left their only option in the form of retreat. They could completely abandon the village to its fate and mask the maneuver in the cloak of it being for the greater good of future villages.

"Burn me for a fool. Noriko's probably rolling in her bloody grave seeing me like this."



Wrapped in souton chakra that would visually hide him and the arrows that would soon fly from his bow, the disgruntled shinobi climbed towards higher ground. The men weren't worth the insignia on their backs, but hell would freeze over before he allowed men to simply die under his command. That saying could go double when it came to innocent civilians. That's what he used to justify it all. That was the lie he told himself when he plunged onto the battlefield. The truth of the matter was with every conflict a little part of him wished, beyond reason, for it to be his last. Just as death ran behind him, so did he chase the beast down like a hunter trails its prey.

Flames engulfed the northeast tower of the village in a light that reflected through the night. All around defenders fruitlessly attempted to deter shinobi far more skilled than they could ever dream of achieving. Myaku could see that even his own men were having a hard time keeping away from death's door. Obviously, their psychotic killer had been among the weakest of the group for those he saw now seemed to dance among their enemies as if they were well versed in the language of battle. Thankfully, every war zone had its own ebb and flow. Now, the element of surprise had been passed to another party.

Onoda Myaku grit his teeth and let loose an arrow. The rally started, now.

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Sat Sep 29, 2012 7:56 pm

The four towers of the village were simple and effective constructions. Unlike the wooden homes surrounding them, they were built in stone. Heavy boulders had been carved from the mountains that encased the valley. The rough stones had been laboriously transported to the village, then shaped and polished. Despite the ample supply, it was a costly and lengthy process, but it had seemed worthwhile for their intended use: An observation post for the town soldiers, a storage of weapons and explosives and a stronghold in case of spreading fire or an attack. Most villagers regarded the towers as a point of pride for the small town.

The man hiding in the shadows beneath one of the structures regarded it with an anticipatory sense of malice, before his eyes darted to the pale spill of light that had barely touched the tip of the tower. Like most of the other uninvited guests of the village, he was dressed in dirtied rags and mostly resembled a harmless beggar - except for his eyes. They were small, protruding and glossy - as if he was high on some sort of substance - giving him a slight resemblance to small mammals. Tiny jerks of his head and shoulders as another figure stepped into the shadows beside him made the likeness to a squirrel or mouse all the greater.

"You're early. Is it done?"

The newcomer was tall, thin to the point of looking unhealthy, with dulled eyes so pale blue they seemed colorless. A heavily drawling accent swallowed several consonants before the words even escaped his lips.

"Shou' star' anytime now- Ther'."

They both turned to look northwest where a flickering glow painted the sky just above the rooftops. 'Squirrel' smirked and followed the line of the houses to another towering structure in the distance further north. Shadows slowly crawled along the stones, discernible even in the pre-dawn dimness. Shifting south, they both found the last tower - and waited. A long moment of silence passed. 'Squirrel's eyes flickered to the single guard left on watch a dozen yards above them. Any moment, the man would take another round of the circular wooden platform, as he did every few minutes, spot the flames and strike the alarm.

"Where is he? Damn Hairu! I knew we shouldn't have trusted him with something this big! Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

'Drawl' lifted his head and studied the platform as approaching steps made the floorboards creak.

"[badword] him. Korvu'll have awh hide if we don't keep wi' tha' plan. Blow it. I'll deal."

'Squirrel' twisted around as 'Drawl' slipped into the shades. His hands formed signs with jittery movements and the frozen earth in front of him twisted furiously. With a rumble, a crack split open the ground and rushed towards the foundation of the tower. Stones groaned, then slit from their places.

Like a game of 'Jenga', the stones of the tower came tumbling down.

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It had not been Furuichi's night so far.

In fact, it hadn't been his night since he had been rotated to the remote mountain-village and put on night-shift for badmouthing the Captain, a gloomy-looking midget of a kid.

".. just tossin' them ranks at everyone these days.. what's so wrong with me, eh? I'd make a better Captain than him anyway. Not that anything ever happens 'round here..", he muttered to himself and rubbed his arms.

To make things even worse, he was stuck at the damn guard-tower, which meant hours on end standing in the freezing wind that came in from the lake, without any company but the hourly patrol that passed by. He'd even been assigned to the southern tower, the one just on the village-edge that was turned out towards the water.

".. white-haired devil could at least switch up the guards once in a while. Doesn't even have a drink with us, always glaring at that ring when he thinks we ain't looking.."

He'd never admit to it, but there was something positively creepy about the one-eyed Onoda. Nothing he could put his finger on, but it still made his skin crawl every time he was near him. Shrugging his shoulders, he yawned and turned to do his little patrol - 'the treadmill-walk', the other guards called it - just as a distant rumble made a vibration run all the way from the ground to the wood under his feet. Images of avalanches made parts of his anatomy make a painful withdrawal as far back into his body as possible. Making a choked sound, he hurried around the platform. It wasn't the cloud of dust rising where the western tower had been that caught his attention, but the flames that had started at the northeastern tower. As he watched, a flickering spark jumped to the roof of a nearby house and caught on.

Fire. Even in a village surrounded by water, everyone feared fire. Wooden houses stacked too close together, for protection against the harsh winds, had turned the village into a firetrap.

Furuichi's mind ran in panicked circles a long moment before he tore himself from the sight of the flames and spun. He had one task in situations like this. Rushing to the center of the platform, he never noticed the figure that bounded over the wooden railing, nor the knife that cut into his back just as his hand closed on the rope dangling from the large bell.

A lone, melodic chime echoed across the village seconds before the storm reached the walls.

::


She was beginning to despise the sight of scarlet snow.

A dead man's eyes stared blindly at her, his face twisted in an expression of pure shock and disbelief. Blood had splattered his cheek, clung in frozen droplets to his eyelashes and had turned the snow around him into something that had a faint resemblance with strawberry-flavored shaved ice. Amaya knew with a sudden striking certainty that she would never be able to eat that particular desert again.

None of the gore took away from the mans beauty, the polished look some young men are lucky to keep a few years past their teenage prime. However, no amount of beauty could deter from the fist-sized hole in the man-boys chest. She could see the blood-soaked emblem of Yukigakure through the wound.

A trail of pure carnage had made it unnecessary to track Korvo and his troupe of madmen with the Kanjitsu as they advanced through the streets of the village, ending with the grand finale of the square her men now surged through. So far, she had counted fifteen dead, two of them missing nins. Surprisingly, few villagers seemed to have been roused by the noise. Amaya had briefly considered having her men wake the villagers, but it would prove time-consuming and only create more chaos in the streets. Besides, with the storm she sensed was just moments away from baring down on the village, the towns-people would have nowhere to go. For now, their own homes were the safest place for them. The thick walls had turned out to be a small blessing.

"Commander!"

Turning, she found one soldier looking into the shadows between a heavy wagon and the wall of a house. Moving to his side, she followed his eyes and saw the shivering figure squeezed into the small space. The girl was sobbing, her shoulders shaking. Amaya caught the ripe stench of human waste and wrinkled her nose. Some of the corpses in the square had been disemboweled, but with the girl, the familiar smell seemed to be of more natural causes.

Damnit. She didn't have time for this.

Amaya eyed the whimpering girl, then the corpses. Most of them had the white insignia on their backs, but a few were dressed in what she'd expect of villagers. Had they awoken because of the noise? That didn't seem right. Their position suggested some sort of purpose, and if so, she needed to know what had happened here.

She'd have to make time.

Kneeling down, she made her voice soft, but didn't attempt to get any closer to the girl.

"It's alright. They're gone. You'll be alright. What happened?"

Wide eyes of some muddy brown met her own over the edge of a pair of arms that had been slung around the girls knees, dragging them to her chest.

"... I-I.. I was in the latrine and they grabbed me. Theygrabbedmeandhe-"

Amaya resisted the urge to reach out and shake the girl out of the mounting panic-attack.

"Breathe. Slowly. What happened then?"

"H-he m-made me s-scream."

The girls teeth chattered so hard that it was difficult to understand her words.

"Why?"

The girl looked at her with obvious confusion.

"Why did he make you scream?"

"..h-he wanted t-the mayor.. t-talk to the m-mayor and t-then.."

The girls eyes shied away from Amaya and found the corpse that wore no insignia. The man was one of those that had been cut open. Furthermore, his head lay a few yards from his body. The girls jaw slowly dropped, eyes widening and glazing over. Amaya knew the look and felt a sharp tug at her chest. She would get nothing else out of the young woman.

Pushing to her feet, Amaya's thoughts raced as she pieced the information together. She was halfway across the square before it occurred to her that she never asked the girls name. A wave of exhaustion and sadness made her stop. She had known that it would be difficult. The year she had spent with the Kioku, far away from anything, had changed her dramatically from what she had been, how she had thought and felt. But knowing and feeling where very different things. To imagine - to know - that just a year earlier, she might have laughed at the girls vulnerability made her stomach twist painfully.

She shoved the thought, and the pain, into a distant and dark corner of her mind. There was no time now. There might never be enough time to reflect on what she had been, and how she had come to be like that.

Korvu had snatched the girl as leverage and used her to call out the mayor, and some of his people - that would explain the bodies that she hadn't been able to account for - then killed them, which meant that she had been right. It was all just a distraction, a show to make them focus their attention while.. What?

Focusing chakra on her eyes, she activated the Kanjitsu. Almost immediately, the distant chakra signature returned and assaulted her mind with memories she thought she had put behind her.

And just as quickly, it was gone again.

He isn't there. It isn't real. It's just your mind playing tricks. Forget it!

She closed her eyes, repeating the thought over and over while her mind searched for the criminals and her fellow Kioku. One of the smaller groups had split up, leaving four of them to roam around alo- no wait, there was one missing. Three. Where was..? She caught only the slightest hint of a chakra-signature before it faded.

Someone had managed to take out one of the criminals. Could it be that..

No! Focus! It just means that someone got lucky! It has nothing to do with Mya-

The ground rumbled. The north-eastern tower was engulfed in crackling flames. At the same time, the grinding of stones made her twist and look west, just in time to see another towering structure crumble. A soldier behind her - who should have been watching her back - gasped. Turning, with the intention to snap him back to his duty, she couldn't help but draw a sharp breath herself. The tip of the northern tower had been bathed in the descending rays of sunlight. Now, shadows crawled over the structure, covering the grey stones so completely that the structure stood out against the backdrop of the brightening sky above.

Damnit! Damn them all to hell! He's been planning this all along!

Somehow, Korvo had known about the village. How else could he know the layout of the village, the way to infiltrate the town and take down their defenses? There was only one explanation that made sense: It hadn't been a coincidence that they had reached it in time to get there before she could catch up. He'd fooled her into thinking she had been in control, that she had been chasing them like a hound after panicked prey, while he had been moving in the exact direction he wanted all along. Damn him!

Utter panic was about to break out, and she would either have to try and control it, and attempt to save as many villagers as possible, or direct her men into the hunt for Yuudai Korvo. She had no doubt he and the missing nins would use the chaos to slip away. And she had only minutes to decide what to do.

She was not an inexperienced commander, or strategist, but this was far beyond her own abilities. She could see the fire spreading from house to house, transforming what had been the supposed shelter from the storm to certain death. Further in, she could see the chakra-signatures of Korvo's group expanding in bursts as they clashed with the village guards - and won. Nao and Hiroko were too far away for contact, Hiroko absorbed in his own battle against the criminals that had gone for the winter storage. Nao seemed to be focusing on the houses around the flaming tower. She didn't even have to consider to know that he was trying to save as many of the sleeping villagers from the fire as possible.

She needed help, and she had only one place left to turn to.

Chakra poured into the crystal within her. A deep red slowly seeped into the amber glow of her right eye, until it pulsed just as scarlet as the nearby snow. Voices, more voices than she would ever be able to count, even if she had a decade, flooded into her ears. Sights, sounds, tastes and feelings bombarded her senses. Her mind was ripped open and filled with memories. For just a fraction of a second, she stared back across countless centuries. Balancing on the edge of oblivion, she dug her mental nails into her own mind, her own sense of who she was, and channeled everything else into the jewel that encased her heart, focusing one single question into the cacophony.

How do I get to Yuudai Korvo without sacrificing the villagers?


It took only seconds, but she felt years older when she finally blinked and focused on the snowflakes that drifted through the air. They were coming rapidly now and the wind had picked up speed. It took her another moment to find the one person that was both the essential, and - though she hoped to be proven wrong - the possible weak link in what she needed to do.

Large eyes in a heart-shaped face were already wide with fear and confusion as she grabbed hold of her arm. She had to shout to be heard over the howling wind.

"Mey Li! Take charge of the men. Evacuate the villagers to the base of the southern tower. Raise the tents in shelter of the walls and use them for the wounded!"

The young woman looked utterly stunned for a moment, then purpose slowly crept into her features. A second later, she frowned and shouted back at Amaya.

"What about you?"

Amaya felt her lips curl in a cruel smile, one she hadn't known she could still form.

"I'm going after Korvu!"

Without giving Mey Li time to reply, she turned and raced down the narrow street that would lead her to the battle.


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


Spoiler:
01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Mon Oct 01, 2012 3:23 pm

There was an uneasy feeling welling up in his breast. It threatened to grip his chest tighter than iron and subsequently chip away at his resolve. He let loose arrow after invisible arrow to no avail. Either his men would end up disrupting the target or an enemy would move just out the line of fire for his attack. The odds were supposed to be in their favor with there being only eight enemy units to the twelve soldiers and six guardsmen, yet in the first five minutes of their attack three men had already lost their lives. There were no signs to deter continued results should the battle continue. It was time to shift their battle formations.

"To me fourteenth squadron! Rally set BaS!"



Myaku punctuated his words by shoulder bashing an unsuspecting shinobi off of one of his men, before filling the man with a set of six arrows. A dissipation of the body in the form of a cloud of smoke was enough to make him scream his frustrations, but he held his emotions in check behind a notorious scowl. The action had already yielded positive results as his men doubled their efforts with renewed vigor. Direction tended to do that for those locked in the bowels of despair. What should have been nothing short of a miniscule buffer was heightened tenfold when they thought it would save their hide. If he had his way, though, it would do just that.

Rally set BaS, otherwise known as the bait and switch tactic. The command was a practice he had taught his widely untalented platoon since their onset. The maneuver centered around using his own body as a focal point for the enemy's aggression while his men picked off their enemies with support. He had no idea how effective it would be given the mystery of their opponent, but there were limited options short of retreat that he saw for increasing his platoon's mortality rate.

"About time you showed up." The voice belonged to Hawk. Other than a wicked gash against his right cheek the man looked to be in working order. A heavy swing of his axe cleared room for another set of patrolmen to slip into the growing defensive formation set in the center of the square. "From the looks of it we've got at least four B ranked fighters and a couple of C rankers. One of them might be hiding something special though. God damn, we're all kind of [badword] on this one."

Myaku could make out a couple of the shinobi making hand signs from the rooftops. No doubt with the village forces gathering towards a central point, they would be going for an all encompassing attack.

"Shields up. Heads down. And stay out of my way." Some would see the words as harsh, but his troupe knew better. The fact was they would all die if they didn't follow his instructions to the letter. "Spring in fifteen you lousy louts. Stay sharp after that or it's gonna be a rough one."

The hell was he saying? They were all going to die.

Onoda Myaku walked to the forefront of their defensive perimeter just as six of the intruders launched combinations of flame and wind in their general direction. Like a snake curling into a striking position, so did his eye patch recede into the depths of his eyes. In its place a lucid blue light blazed into the night. One final hand sign locked in his next jutsu, wrapping each and every member of the platoon, along with some of the village guards with cloak of souton chakra. From then everything appeared to happen in slow motion. The men fled to opposite corners, phasing through any object in their way. The square erupted into a storm of shrapnel that would flatten anything occupying it with enough force to kill.

The battle crescendos into a maelstrom of movement with Myaku at its center. He moved like a man possessed, his sword swifter than the wildest of rivers. One moment he was entrenched in the midst of four shinobi, dancing among their blades to the tune of metal sparks skipping off whirlwind clashes. The next the man was being chased by unnatural forces of chakra. Fiery dragons chased him around corners while thunderous wind tore at his heels with all the tact of a boar. No matter the attack the young captain managed to stay one step ahead to the point where his enemy was becoming unbalanced by the random string of his assaults.

An unsuspecting chuunin was the first to fall. A flash of blue light which whipped from Myaku's blade ripped the muscles of one leg clear out of the woman. Her stagger was all that was necessary for Hawk and his men to drive out of the blessing of shadows to tear her asunder. Still, two men died in flames for the cost of her life. A responding strike from their enemies felled another guardsman before the platoon was able to gain anonymity behind the sword arm of their commander.

Honestly, he lost track of how long the fight wore on in this fashion. He would slip through their defense like an eel to mar or greatly injure one of their group, only to be pushed back into a corner by their combined attack power. The latter continued to increase in its presence until it became apparent that his forces were losing more ground than they were gaining. That uneasy feeling was once more creeping into his breast and even with the rage inducing effects of his Eye of Horus, anger had to concede to an operation of shadows.

It wasn't until a network of carefully placed explosive notes engulfed the area in fire that the true nature of the battle was revealed. The hostile forces had used an inverted form of his tactic to maximize their damage. The battle was lost.

"Retreat!"



Myaku pushed back the influence of his curse, sealing it once more beneath his eye patch. As he slinked through the mist of the battlefield he couldn't help noticing the wounds he had accumulated throughout the ordeal. His body had avoided major damage, but there were enough minor wounds to make his retreat more of a limping lope. The depths of his failure were only amplified with the fall of the towers. In less than fifteen minutes the man had lost most of his men and likely the village as well.

His tired body rested against the shelter of a wooden home as his wounded mind pondered thoughts of his final moments. There was likely a team of ninjas hunting down his exact whereabouts. Shortly thereafter he would have to make a last stand in which the numbers would eventually be too much to contain. A soft chuckle slipped from his lips as the corner of his mouth curled into a forlorn smile. What would Amaya have thought if she had been there, alive and well. She would have called him a fool of a man in that special tone of hers. Then, she would have rushed to fix the situation like some kind of super woman.

Myaku's hand traced through dirt matted hair, "Fool woman..."

Out the corner of his eye he could see another silly female running towards the epicenter of it all. Chalk up another one for the coroner. It was a bloody shame too because...

"...That ass." No. There was no way in hell. His body shot from the wall as if it had been charged with a bolt from the heavens. Maybe he had lost too much blood? But there was just no mistaking it. Too many old memories swirled around for him to ever let it go. There was only one woman he had ever known with...

"That ass!"

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Tue Oct 02, 2012 7:08 pm



She ran.

As if she had been the avenging angel, carrying Gods final plague, door after door opened at her heels. Villagers flooded into the narrow passages in her wake, roused by the dreaded smell of smoke and the rumble of the collapsing towers. The scarlet shine of the spreading flames ignited the sky and painted the faces in the windows she sped past. Children, adults, old - all alike. The wide-eyed fear on their faces reminded her of the young man in the square. Their silent stares numbed the ache of cold in her body and urged her forward. She never heard the voices as the villagers began to flee their homes. The howling wind rushing past her face left only the sound of her speeding breath.

Even without the Kanjitsu, she felt suddenly and overpoweringly alive. Despite the uneven ground beneath her feet, mud and melted snow making every step a possible fatal trap at the speed she was moving, she never slipped. Each step felt more secure than the one preceding it.

For weeks, she had been stuck on a horse, slowed down by the full regiment at her back. Tents, provisions, orders and shifts and the weight of authority on her shoulders. The months prior, she had been silent and still, either too injured or too burdened by her rehabilitation to move.

In the unnatural crimson dawn claiming the village, there was nothing but her legs moving, her lungs drawing air and the steady beat of her heart. Low-hanging eaves covered in snow, back-alleys, dark corners - they all sped past, melting into one stretched twilight labyrinth. Her body moved of its own accord, her mind speeding ahead to the closing sound of battle.

An explosion ahead rocked the ground, leaving the wooden walls at her sides shuddering with the aftershocks. The final echo of vibration released the snow that had compiled along the rooflines on either side in a twin-avalanche that collided where she had stood. She rolled and got to her feet with a curse at the puddle of iced over water her shoulder had broken through. The chilling wind drilled through the now wet parka, reminding her that the storm – and the cold – would only get worse from now.

She was really starting to hate this whole 'Land of Snow'-business.

Another gust of wind pushed at her back, and brought a faint voice with it. The tone seemed distantly familiar, but her distracted brain didn't have time to connect it with anything specific. Ass? Who in their right minds would be making comments about her ass in this situation?

Myaku.

The thought was so out of place that she stepped forward with a smile on her face.

Hell met her eyes. What had been a joining-point between narrow streets had become a battlefield. Several houses had been flattened completely during the fight, others tilted at perilous angles from lack of supporting walls, threatening to collapse at any moment. Debris was littered everywhere, as if a storm had picked up beams, planks and stones and scattered them about like a child's toys. Scorch-marks from the explosion marred every surface, tainting the snow that hadn't already been colored by blood. Amaya drew it all in with a glance and settled her eyes on the shadows within the smoke.

"Korvo!"


Four figures turned towards her at the shout. Another two moved at the outskirts of her vision. The smoke cleared, revealing faces her mind connected with information. If the missing nins were an army, these were Korvo's generals, each of the three nearly as strong as him. Focusing chakra into her eyes, the kanjitsu awakened to confirm what she suspected.

It also told her something else that left her lip curve an inch further into the smile.

Muttered words reached her ears, but she couldn't make out the meaning. The tallest of the figures, Korvo, turned – and ran.

Coward.

Like wolves, the rest of the figures moved silently through the lifting smoke, circling her.

”Really now.. What's a lady to do? I don't have time to play with you boys.", she muttered quietly. Beneath the hood, scarlet grew within her right eye, consuming the amber glow.

There were no bright lights, no grand explosions or fantastical techniques. She twisted her hand. Two of the approaching men looked at her – and stopped. Their features slackened, arms dropping to their sides as they stared blindly into the snow that drifted through the sky. Another faulted a step and tripped over a corpse. The remaining two shook their heads – like swimmers, breaking the surface – then snarled a challenge, raised their weapons and charged her.

It wasn't that she avoided or dodged the attacks. From an onlookers point of view, it seemed more as if she was simply never where the opponent had expected her to be. Like a ghost, she left them raging at striking empty air or met by shouts of pain as they buried blades in comrades.

Challenged with yet another opponent who seemed capable of avoiding their attacks to the point of frustration, both men became infuriated and surrounded her, just as she reached the center of the area. Both of their weapons were bright with chakra, promising some sort of attacks to release on impact, as they struck down from opposite sides. Kneeling, the weapons passed over her head just as she brought her hand against the ground.

The square exploded.

A maelstrom of wind, with Amaya as the center, spread outwards like a shockwave, catching the two shinobi first, then their disabled companions. The wind raised them from the ground and tossed them violently into the first vertical surface in their path, followed by the debris one the ground. Like a giant broom, everything in a twenty meter radius around her had been pushed away, leaving her standing in an odd circle of bared earth.

Disoriented groans could be heard from the shinobi. The techniques had only been a moment of reprieve, a brief distraction. She had taken advantage of the fact that they had already been worn down, and they had underestimated her abilities.

It was an honest mistake. She looked so delicate, after all.

Now one was unconscious from impact, one trying to get on his feet and three of them caught in her genjutsu. In their minds, they were locked in battle with what must have seemed like the superwoman befitting the title of 'Commander'.

Amaya grinned and lifted a hand over her head, bending the fingers. There was the sound of soft steps as her men moved into the square. If she hadn't known that Hiroko's squad was nearby, she would have been in big trouble. Even though she had become stronger, she mainly had parlor tricks and distractions up her sleeves. It was just her luck that the group of missing nin - in large - didn't have any particular resistance against genjutsu and that they were worn down from lack of sleep and food.

Hiroko stopped next to her and narrowed his eyes.

”Don't glare at me like that. I didn't do all of this. It was already a mess when I arrived.”

”You went in alone.”

”I had to buy a little time for you and your slowpokes.”

”Hmpf.”

She turned her face to him at the disgruntled grunt and smiled. Hiroko met her gaze and flinched at the scarlet light from her right eye. He rarely held much of an expression, but she saw fear and concern on his face now.

"You- what are you.."

”Take care of the village soldiers", she interrupted before he could continue. "They'll need medical assistance. Find their leader. I want to talk to him later. Oh, and be a dear and put some nice seals on our friends here. I can hold them for a time, but I'd rather you had them tied down if I happen to move out of range.”

She was moving across the slight raise of debris that made up the circle's edge before she had finished speaking.

”Move out of- Where are you going?!”

”I told you. Korvo is mine!”

She called back over her shoulder, but didn't slow down.

”Not alone you aren't- Amaya! AMAYA!”

His voice was snatched by the wind as she turned a corner. Her mind was already reaching out to find the chakra-signature of the man she had made her personal prey.


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


Spoiler:
01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Sun Oct 07, 2012 3:27 am

He ran.

Like the devil himself was on the back of his heels. Amidst the abnormal amount of chaos ransacking the village, Myaku's had eyes only for one. Too long had the memory of her body burned itself in the back of his mind for him to pass up such a chance. Even if it was the smallest percentage for any portion of this "ghost" to be true, he didn't want to give up hope. Four years ago he would have puked blood at such a mental discharge, but on this day the usually disgruntled man didn't care. The entire world could burn at his feet if this one reprieve to his luck would be given.

There were dreams and then there was reality. The fact of the matter was, despite his efforts, the gap between the two wasn't getting any smaller. He chased her around a dozen corners and over what appeared to be a million pieces of falling rubble. Each and every time a glimpse of a clear picture would shadow itself in the moon, it was only enough to match against what could have been a thousand other souls. Then, there was the way in which she ran. There wasn't a hint of wasted movement even in the rough conditions. Multiple times he had to alter his pace to bypass a wide eyed villager or plunge through debris to take a better angle. She just moved as if she was running through an open field.

"Captain!"

He ignored the voice and kept running. It might have been a trick of the eyes, but he felt like he was finally gaining ground. At the corner of his vision he could see a young woman flee her hut with fire trailing across half her body. Through another window a family of three fruitlessly cowered beneath a wooden table which flames would soon devour.

"Captain Myaku!"



His teeth clenched down with enough force to snap iron. The wind was picking up, making the body he wished to trail within this chaos harder than tracking deer in a stampede. Meanwhile, there was a tightening of his chest. A feeling that he hadn't bothered to pay attention to since his time in Sunagakure. Why, now? Of all days why did this all have to come to a head during this particular event?

"CAPTAIN!"



The weight of a large man hit his body only to be handled like a small child. A rapid shift of balance and conversion of momentum sent the man sprawling to the snow with Myaku baring a foot of steel against his throat.

"I-it's me! Hayato. Yamamato Hayato with the v-village guard. God, am I happy to see you, sir." The man's breath came in ragged bursts. It was then that Myaku noticed the six inches of wood stuck in the guard's side. "We..thought you had died. In the attack. We..ahh, [badword]. Help?"

One look ahead was enough for him to know he had lost her. A barely audible whisper which had become a curse escaped his lips.

"I'm sorry...what?"

"Duty is heavier than a mountain; death lighter than a feather." He stood, adjusted his sword upon his back, and strode towards the nearest center of chaos. "Wrap that up, soldier. Pass the word along. You can die when I’m done with you."



Onoda Myaku walked into the depth of hell equipped with muscles and a glare that could freeze the lowest level of hell. Three exploding kunai signaled his position to those on staff in the village. He hardly cared should any enemy think it was a bright idea to ruffle his feathers for the same action. They would find he was hardly in the mood for debate let alone someone to oppose his will. Men and women alike who fled the scene found this very same mentality ground into them with the tact of a shoddy executioner. It was in the middle of dragging a middle aged man towards the nearest well that the first militia man found him.

One ice cold look from his forest green eyes were enough to set the man to work. Soon, the duo and whatever poor schmuck crossed Myaku's path was set to control the fires while able bodies settled into rescuing the unfortunate from their burning homes. Of course, there were those who felt the need to riot amongst the streets in hordes of unintelligible cries of terror. They too caught the brunt of his frustrations and would carry the welts, bruises, concussive symptoms, and in a few cases lacerations to prove why it wasn't a great idea to lose control in the midst of catastrophe.

By the time enemy shinobi arrived on the scene it was already a well oiled machine of hardnosed mountain villagers working to save not only their lives, but their livelihood. Myaku on the other hand greeted them with a smile based in psychopathy.

Uzumaki Naruto himself couldn't spare the trio from the despair that was about to be etched across their bodies.

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Sun Oct 07, 2012 4:02 pm

It was the sole credit of eight months of a rigorously maintained schedule of meditation that she didn't turn on the spot as the distant chakra signature appeared within her range again, despite all logic dictating that her mind was playing tricks on her. The realization that the pulsing beacon that made sensation-filled memories flicker through her thoughts was following her turned the hunter into prey. Now, she was the one trying to escape from the poison she knew the crystal was spreading in her mind. As if distance would somehow lessen the impact of insanity, she fled. Like a deer with a wolf snapping at her heels, she bounded over every obstacle in her way as though her life depended on it.

Then, just as it had appeared, it stopped and she sped out of range.

Despite knowing that it couldn't possibly be, the world felt just a little darker. As if a warmth that only she could sense had been turned off, she felt the harsh pricks of the snow that was hurled against her by ferocious winds with even greater aversion. Just the memories of Myaku had brought the world back to life around her, had made her senses expand, removed a filter from her eyes. Like a flower that had withered in the long winter and now expected the sun, only to find that it had been planted in the shade.

The world was all the uglier for her minds deception.

A figment. A shadow. But why now? Why here?

Her white-crowned love was always in her thoughts. During the long months of rehabilitation, meditation, attempts at discovering more on the new powers within her and her own emotions, Myaku had been her companion, in spirit. It was from recreating their few months together at Sentinel, painstakingly slaving to recall every miniscule detail vividly, that she found the first key to the many locks of mystery that surrounded the jewel within her body. When she hadn't been working, she had slept. In dreams, she could touch him, see his smile and hear his voice. Those moments alone were free of pain and fear.

But she had always known with an unflinching and cruel certainty that these thoughts and images were nothing but her own imaginations.

Was this another trick by Yuudai Korvo? There was no possibility that the Konoha-shinobi knew of Myaku, or even if he did, that he had a way to utilize the knowledge. Still, the timing of the distraction..

No meditation, no sleep, little food, the cold. Snap out of it. You have a murderer to catch.

Amaya focused on the voice of logic, then tuned every thought and feeling of her own out. Drowning in the impressions of her ancestors, she kept only a small thread attached to the part of her brain that was the center of her own consciousness.

She ran out of village before she caught up with Korvo. Moving between a few sturdy buildings, that seemed more like small barricades than houses, revealed the view across the bank and the frozen lake. The snow-covered shore was covered with small sheds and the remains of tools used in boat-construction. Small boats and fishing-ships had been raised on wooden mounts and covered with rough stretches of canvas to shield them from the elements. Scouting past them, she caught sight of a shadow slithering between two keels.

Monster or not, she had to give the man credit. Even with the kanjitsu and the eye guiding her through the streets, she had barely closed the distance between them. It only reinforced her belief that Korvo somehow had intimate knowledge of the village. Even then, to move with such speed after a week on the run was impressive. And slightly terrifying. Somewhere along the way, she had forgotten how much some people were truly able and willing to do to stay alive.

Angling herself to follow the shadow, she threw herself back into the careless run while her mind worked on possibilities. Would he be desperate enough to try and flee across the ice? If so, she would be at a disadvantage, and Korvo seemed much too determined to simply freeze to death. If he got away in the storm, it would be impossible to track him.

A creak of wood brought her head up just in time to move aside as uncut tree-trunks came tumbling out of their pile with crushing force. One trunk wider than her own body left a dent the size of her head in the frozen ground as it rolled past. Looking up, she found Korvo staring down at her, balancing on top of the trunks that remained in place.

"You're fast. I didn't think you'd be able to avoid that. Commander.. They call you 'Queen', don't they?"

It wasn't truly a question and she didn't bother with an answer.

"I can see why. Though it isn't just the personality, is it?"

He squatted down, elbows on his knees and one large hand swaying idly back and forth between his legs. He held a simple kunai with it, twirling the metal again and again. Despite his lithe frame, the wind didn't sway him in the least. There was something about his eyes, the way he observed her, that made a chill run down her spine. It was almost.. hungry.

"Following by yourself, hunting down and picking off your opponent relentlessly to protect everyone else.. That's how the Queen moves in chess, isn't it?"

His voice was almost gentle, the inquiry ordinary. There was something about his tone that made her see him in a different light. It was nearly soothing, the type of voice that you'd have wanted as a child for the person who read your bedtime stories.

"This isn't a game."

Her own voice sounded drowsy, slow and thick.

"Isn't it?"

He smiled and that too was gentle, charming. But she was watching his eyes, and the smile never reached them. She saw through the genjutsu and jumped, just as the kunai drove into the ground were she had stood. The power behind the throw carried it through the layer of ice and several inches into the frozen ground.

"No, it isn't."

Her voice was cold enough to make him flinch, his expression caught between shock and anger at the sudden turn. She thrust a hand into the parka and drew out her own weapon. A final ray of light was caught in the metal of a katana, before the storm swallowed the sun.

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Hiroko drew his thumb across the mans forehead and poured a small amount of chakra into the ink to activate the seal. Four similar designs adorned the forehead of the rest of the missing nin they had taken control of in the square after Amaya moved on. He'd had to move quickly to have their chakra sealed before she moved out of reach and became unable to maintain the genjutsu that trapped the majority of them - much to his disapproval. She had manouvred him like a piece on a chess-board and he didn't appreciate it. He was a soldier, through and through, and the only other of the three Kioku at Amaya's side who had spent time outside of the clan. He had no trouble taking orders, but he also knew an unstable superior when he saw one.

However, the best commander was the one who knew what it was like to take orders, and Amaya simply didn't work well under any authority apart from her own. She was a wild card, especially with the addition of the 'cursed eye'. He didn't know all the details, but no Kioku he had ever known had been able to do what she could, or had the amber glow that signified the clans members taken over by scarlet.

It worried him.

Grunting, he pushed to his feet and glanced around the ruined houses just as a soldier returned.

"Lieutenant Hiroko!"

"Report."

"Lieutenant Nao has evacuated the north- and northwestern districts. He is moving to the eastern district now, but the villagers are already coming. Some of the local guards are with them."

Hiroko frowned. Soldiers rarely acted without orders. He had even seen a few of the locals shedding their insignias and following the stream of villagers seeking refuge near the southern post that had been established.

"Who's commanding them?"

"An Onoda, Lieutenant. Myaku Onoda. He's locked in combat with the last three missing nins."

Hiroko had to keep himself from striking down the man.

"Hell, man! Why didn't you say that right away?!"

Turning, he raised his voice and began spouting orders in a tone that left no room for arguments.

Nero, Che, take those pitiful creatures to the southern post and let them join their friends in chains! Regiment! Move out! We've got more prey to hunt down!"

Six men joined up and followed him towards the sound of combat. The name of the shinobi kept running through his mind. There was something familiar about it. Where had he heard it before?


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


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01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Thu Oct 11, 2012 1:47 pm

The smile wasn't long for this world. A mild rotation of his neck, settled the shinobi into a defensive stance. Intuitive eyes slipped from one assailant to the next as they circled the captain like a wolf pack waiting for the kill. Adorning some portion of their bodies he could make out the insignia of Konohagakure, but more importantly were particular features of the trio. Upon the milky eyes of a hyuuga made his intentions all too clear. It would be Myaku's first tussle with such an opponent and if he was lucky the last. Every scrapper worth their weight in gold at least attempted to make contingency plans for the famous clan; getting them to work was another thing, entirely.

"Si-," the voice and its owner were waved off hurriedly by the swordsman. Slowly, the man picked his way back through the snow towards a nondescript building. There were naught but a few feet of metal to deter the wolf pack from their prey. By the looks of it the apparent cornering was only making them hungrier.

The chouzetsugan crawled its way into Myaku's covered eye to give him a greater insight into his next target of inspection. Clothed in a combination of leather and cotton the criminal to his immediate right gave of thoughts of a feral animal. Not only did the man have hair raging across his exposed skin like some kind of were beast, but even his teeth looked jagged enough to bite into iron. Jinookami leapt into the snow ninja's mind. If that were the case then he would be decidedly at a physical disadvantage. Of course, there was the option of the man being one of those beast tamers. What did they go by? Inuzuka. He would have to keep an eye out for a partner of some sort if that were the case.

"Cleave him!"



The charging signal was called out by the third enemy who seemed content to drive towards Myaku all by himself if that were the case. Who could have blamed him? Equipped with naught but a large war hammer, which he wielded one handed, the large bodied opponent spearheaded the assault. Alarming speed coupled with great strength sent a spray of white snow across the lone shinobi's vision in what would have been a hindering action had the man not been an Onoda. Blocking was out of the question. Initiated with a back step, the captain cleared the arch of the second swing before countering with a horizontal slash that should have caught the brawler across his arm. Unfortunately, golden sparks spun off the struck area protected by shoulder armor that stopped just short of the man's wrists.

In the wake of the failed attack the hyuuga shot forward with the speed born of years of practice. His attack likely would have caught Myaku, clearly in the pit of his stomach, had it not been for a pentagon shaped shield summoned from the depths of weaponry art. The captain joined this action with a jump that would use the force of his opponent to send him right through the window of the building to his back; and fortunately out of the range of the third assailant. In the shadow of a combat roll, three kunai arched across a bar top to sink fruitlessly into splintered wood while the last rammed to a halt in the ceiling. He gained his feet only to lose it again by being upended onto a table by the heavy blow of a hammer.

Another parting shot was avoided from the hyuuga by pivoting, with his sword jamming through a liquor bottle into the wood beneath, in a half circle that would careen him towards a dimly lit staircase to his left. This only served to redouble the hyuuga's efforts as he took the point of attack. Furious fists rained down terror across anything that would yield a piece of flesh. Had it not been for the threat of Myaku's sword and the defense of his shield the snow shinobi would have likely fell within the first moments. Instead, carefully placed parries along with parting shots from a blade wet with the desire to kill kept his chakra still humming. His body on the other hand was slowly being worn down by inconvenient blows that were barely redirected. Even he couldn't avoid all bodily harm under these circumstances, especially if he wanted to keep some cards in his back pocket.

The staircase had done its job. Instead of having to deal with all three warriors at the same time he only had to deter at most two simultaneous attacks. The fact that no ninjutsu was hurled in his direction in the thin hallway made him think he had lucked into three close combat experts. His trick wouldn't last more than a couple minutes, at best, for the group was steadily pushing him upwards towards open area that would give them the advantage once more. When he thought about it the tactic was best for their number advantage. He could tell they weren't revealing the fullness of their strength, and why not? If they could achieve the same victory while playing a defensive game it would be better for them in the long run.

"Mine!"



A flash of blue marked the disruptive speed of the hyuuga as he shot forward like a cannon. A chakra enhanced kick number the hell out of Myaku's arm to send the warrior skirting across the upper floor. Using his now bent shield once more as a form of pivot, the captain's eyes flashed across the upper rooms like a cornered rat. He jammed hard, spiraling him into the second room on the left, narrowly missing a crushing blow by the hammer wielding titan. A roll across his back, stumbled the lone fighter to his feet just as the hyuuga came charging forth, once again. The shield whipped out of his hands to deter the shinobi's speed for just a moment, but that just allowed the hammer man to join forces with his comrade. He could see it in their eyes. They had him dead to rights with naught but his back to a window overlooking the same streets they had recently exited. Should he choose to fall back they would gain superior advantage in an open area. If he stayed, he died.

"Mada mada dane, baka." A cold smirk pulled the corner of Myaku’s lips.



It was the first time he had spoken during the engagement which was alarming in itself, but when his fingers snapped into a singular hand sign their eyes widened in greater surprise. Groans of pain escaped the duo as fire and shrapnel laced across their legs. The floor crumpled beneath their feet due to the explosion, leaving them with no hand holds to stop their descent. Yet, even through the pain, they hurled insults towards their opponent; promises of how they would crush his little body slowly. And this might have been the case if the situation had continued, except Myaku was already on the move. Even before he had completely phased through the side of the roof, his fingers locked three times into separate hand signs.

The explosion that followed sent a concussive blast ripping through the air. The combination of copious amounts of liquor and fire had done its job, as planned. Even in the dead of winter the warmth of the eruption was like a furnace made in the shelter of a hearth.

"Mother [badword]. You stupid little bi-!"

"Ah, hold on. Do you really think have time for name calling with that on your heels." Myaku stood slowly from his crouched position atop the next rooftop to regard the hairy enemy with his good eye.



The final shinobi followed the path of his enemy's thumb to see a cavalry of soldiers hurriedly approaching.

"Tell you what." His hands snaked around a piece of burnt clothing, drifting through the wind, to wipe his blade clean. It was a show of blatant disregard for the combatant in front of him that he didn't even give the man the brunt of his attention. "Surrender and I might spare your life."



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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Wed Oct 17, 2012 3:21 pm

She'd bit over more than she could chew before. Hell, former scorned lowers aside, she'd faced caravan-robbers, sandworms, skeletons, a thousand year old insane sorceress and several small armies at one point or another. Somehow all of those had been easier to deal with than Korvo. Every move, every technique, every step he matched. The difference in power between them was pain-[badword]-stakingly obvious. The cursed eye guiding her was the only reason she hadn't been skewered like a butterfly on the surprisingly slender katana Korvo was wielding. Actually, it looked a great deal like her own, just.. longer, and she already had several bleeding wounds to remember it by.

She'd have expected an axe.

An axe would have made her feel better.

A blood-splattered axe would have been perfect.

[badword]

It didn't help much that he kept switching between using his weapon, fire techniques that had left scorched marks and melted snow all over the nearby area and genjutsu that left her head spinning while she tried to keep reality and illusion apart - or some odd combination of the three. She was starting to feel like a mouse in a maze. A maze with booby-traps.

She hated booby-traps.

.. next time someone tells me they're a Jonin, I'll be a lot nicer..

Korvo's blade slashed the air an inch from her ear in a brutal stab that forced her to take a step back and she felt her jaw tighten at the glance of a long row of footsteps that stretched on the ground beneath and behind him. Then again, the smile on his face when he caught her looking was even worse.

"I'm surprised. I would have expected more from the woman.."

"..that's chased us.."


".. more than 300 miles!"



Each break of words, his sword clashed against her own and she barely had the strength to keep him from twisting the katana from her fingers. The skin beneath the gloves was burning from the impact. The muscles in her upper arms felt like noodles. Even with the storm howling around them, she was overheated and clumsy in the heavy parka. She didn't use to be this weak, did she?

Rehabilitation her perfectly shaped ass.

A voice chimed into the chorus in her mind, but before she could pay attention, Korvo caught their blades together and leaned into her, using his weight to force her down. His face came closer and closer, until she could see past the grime-mask. He had green eyes.

Green like..

".. stalling for backup? Maybe you'd like a little break? I'm not a fan of the disabled, but your body's pretty sweet-"

He didn't have to finish speaking. It was all over his face. He was winning and he knew it. If she'd bend over for him, he'd consider letting her live.

He obviously thought it was a great deal.

[badword] it.

No matter how big of a challenge he was, she'd dealt with someone far worse for years. Nothing beat her former lover when it came to tossing wrenches into her system. Next to dealing with Myaku, Korvo was barely an annoyance. The thought made an old smirk twist her lips.

She kicked him in the groin. The pressure on her arms lessened as Korvo staggered backwards. She took a moment to enjoy the look of absolute pain on his face before she dropped a hand from her own sword and thrust it against his chest.

The strike released a blast of wind-chakra just as the one that had swept the square. It lifted Korvo from the ground and sent him hurling into the nearest boat, through the planks and tumbling out of sight on the other side with a satisfying symphony of cracks. She hoped at least some of them were from bones snapping. The tip of her katana broke through the ice-cover on the ground and she used is as support as she staggered to her feet. Driving a hand into her parka, she fished out a tiny device. It resembled a pistol, but held flares of her own making. Unlike most, these would be visible even through the storm - and they had another advantage as well.

Lifting the glare-gun, the shot sent a single slim line of bright orange into the air. The fire exploded like fireworks, but lingered in place instead of drifting by. Dragging the katana out of the ice, she moved around the side of the boat she'd sent Korvo crashing through while she waited, a steady exhausted mutter escaping her mouth.

"Misogynistic, narcissistic, sociopathic pig of a-.. "

The rant was cut off as she reached the place where snow had piled and ended Korvo's slide across the ground.

The pile was empty.

"[badword]."

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"Who the [badword] are you people?"

Hiroko rubbed his temple and signaled for a few men to grab the criminal in front of the white-haired Onoda. The boy didn't look much older than Amaya, and just like her, he had an impressive authority about him and a dead look to his eyes. What was it that broke kids this badly so soon these days? Someone was doing something terribly wrong in the upbringing-department.

Hiroko turned and studied the remains of what he expected had once been a house while scratching his neck.

"I'm not really sure who I should be bringing in, you or them..", he finally muttered, then shook his head. There might have been a shadow of a smile as he turned back to Myaku. "You the commander of this bunch? Oi, Ferin get the men to search that rubble! We don't want to leave any surprises lying around!"

Three soldiers immediately moved past them and started digging through the ruins, while dousing the flames before they spread. Hiroko studied them only long enough to make sure they were doing what they had been ordered to, then returned to studying the youth. Now that he had a face to connect to the name, there were things he started to recognize. The white hair, the single green eye, stature and behavior.

"Myaku Onoda, isn't it? I've heard a lot about you. Most of it wasn't very polite. But then, neither is Amaya."

This time, it actually was a smile. A bone-dry twitch of the lips. To Hiroko, that was just about the equivalent of a roaring laugh.

Bright orange flooded the surroundings and gave everything an amber hue. Glancing up, Hiroko frowned at the immobile explosion in the sky.

"What in the-"

"Hiroko."

The large man flinched and looked down to find Amaya standing less than two inches from him. A glance around told him that the rest of the soldiers had stopped dead in their tracks. A touch of chakra cut their connection to the illusion and his glare had them scurrying along before he turned his attention back to the image in front of him.

"I thought I told you how much I hate it when you do that, girl."

"I know. I still don't know why, though. It's a projection for long-range communication, not anything invasive, old man."

"I don't want you messing around in here." Hiroko tapped the side of his head, then frowned as his eyes found the signs of a blade on her. That was unusual. She usually expended just a little on making her appearance in the genjutsu flawless. The fact that she was showing signs gave away that she was either distracted - or a great deal more injured than she was letting on. "You're out of range, so you're using a lot of chakra on this. Why?"

"He got away, across the lake. I'm going to follow him."

"The hell you are!"

His voice bellowed out, making it clear why he was the one commanding. It was the shout of a drill-sergeant, rough, intimidating and impossible to argue with. Amaya barely flinched. Then again, if she had been standing right in front of him, instead of half a mile away, it might have been more impressive. As it was..

"Don't argue, I can't keep this up for long. Stay and help the village. I'll drag him back if I have to."

A slight frown appeared on the ghostly figures forehead and she turned to glance blindly around surroundings she couldn't see.

"Who's with you? I can sense someone else caught in the flare but it's not Nao, or I would have been able to hear him-"

The illusion flickered, her voice trailing off. The effort of maintaining the connection was obvious in her face.

"I have to go. Do as I said, Hiroko. That's an order."

The figure disappeared. Moments later, the flare died out.

She'd done it again. When she came back - he pointedly avoided adding an if to the sentence - he'd have a few things to tell her. Hiroko felt his face settle in a glare. "Damn her and her orders", he snarled, then turned to find soldiers to shout at.
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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


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01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Kaitou » Thu Oct 18, 2012 2:25 am

The wicked smirk that formed over his lips were enough to chill ice. If this were a chess match, the shinobi had managed to corner a full regiment of pieces with a king and two pawns. Albeit, luck had played quite a hand in his survival. Had the attack occurred without the help of whatever mysterious force was working to the remote village's benefit he hardly thought he would be walking away from such a battle with minor wounds. Still, the disgruntled captain felt like a string stretched to its capacity. For once in his life, he just wished the gods would give him a break. If he must dance upon their strings of fate, why must it be through fields of ash?

"You win this time, but when I ge-"

The flat side of his blade caught the man square on his buttocks, "Move dog. Speak when spoken to."



His mood was souring by the minute. Was it not for better judgment he would have just killed the law breaker and been done with it. However, as much as he hated to admit it, the goon was a valuable bargaining chip for the village. Those in power didn't waste a full company of soldiers on petty criminals. Whoever these people were, they had committed far more heinous offenses than what little had transpired in the village stuck on the backside of nowhere land. A guess would have placed the heads of each one as a high pouch of gold for anyone lucky enough to collect the purse. Good for them. The sooner all this nonsense was out of his vacation grounds the better.

Myaku's familiar scowl made eating horse dung more appealing, "Who the [badword] are you people?"

The young captain scrutinized the man in front of him under untrusting brows. The soft jingling of his jewelry pervaded his movement while he took in the operation of the foreign squadron with a curiosity hidden beneath his annoyingly detached demeanor. From the look of things this small army wasn't run by a fool. The order to their procedure was enough to bring forth begrudging respect from him. The man who addressed him was obviously a commanding officer, but there another facet to his behavior as if rank had not only been thrust upon him; it was accepted as a matter of course.

"Honestly, I'd prefer him." Myaku breathed a mild sigh of relief. He was far more tense than he had originally imagined. It must have been from weariness of using the eye repeatedly in strained combat. His blade slipped silently back into its sheath. For now the only fighting would be from prisoners giving their handlers issue. "Was. The only bunch I'll be ordering is whatever's left of the Yuki bunch. You're a little far away from home, soldier."

That was the understatement of the year. He had heard through the grapevine concerning treaties between the two countries, but for such a force to have made its way this deep into snow country without representation from the home land was a bit sketchy. Granted, Yuki's idea of a peace treaty usually involved them bending over a table and having whoever do whatever they wanted. After all, what the hell was an army going to do in a place that was pretty much always in nuclear winter. For the moment he would let the questions slide. Besides, if they hadn't saved his proverbial bacon he might have been one of the corpses littered across the ground.

"Then, they must have captured my essence to the T." He said as an aside while waving off a village guard who also felt the need to be ordered to do something productive. Never mind the fact, had they not been sleeping at the helm, things might have not degraded as quickly. He was just about to say a snide remark to the man when he dropped her name. A flicker of pain went through Myaku's eye as he cast his head to the side. "Yeah, that woman...It's a shame she died."

His eyes were drawn to the sky, thankful for the reprieve from the conversation. Amber burned across his iris like the flames of regret expunged heat from his icy soul. He almost wished he had drowned himself in alcohol before the event. It would have made him a step slower. A reaction sledged in the poison of life. Then, he too, could have joined her wherever that ridiculously annoying soul of hers had journeyed. Hell, her voice even pestered his waking moments. Even now he could hear her chiding shmuck with her antics. She was always too head strong for her own damn good, but the ghost of her memory was too vivid to chase form the corners of his mind.

"He got away, across the lake. I'm going to follow him."

"The hell you are!"
"The hell you are, fool woman!"

It was likely the loudest outburst heard from the captain during his entire tenure in snow country. The very sound of her "rush in first and figure out the consequences later" mentality had ground away his nerves for years. But, as it usually did, it forced him to take a look at something he would have otherwise ignored to apathy. Only this time, it was a vision he hadn't seen in years. There she was, older and somehow more ravishing than a million stars dancing through the night sky. Except this time, he knew he wasn't hallucinating. Only one woman could bring a man to the brink of killing her without him being able to lift a single finger. He could see his own expression mirrored in Hiroko's face even as the image began to recede into darkness.

"Hey...what the hell was that?hey. Hey Hey! HEY!." By the end of his rant he had grabbed a fist full of Hiroko's garments. "You mean she's alive, RIGHT NOW? And...and..what in the [badword] is she doing this time?"

He was losing it. Composure? Composure was for ninnies.

"N-never mind. Where is she? [badword] it. I'll find her." He patted his bare chest as if anything possibly could have been stored there, before rectifying the mistake by digging in his pants for a small scroll.

Myaku hastily stumbled through hand seals. He had a responsibility to his new village and to the one which had just been ransacked. There was his pride, sanity, and logic on the line, but he didn't care. For this woman he would watch the world burn. Hell, he would set it on fire himself.

A cloud of smoke summoned forth the odd form of a multicolored bird. Pietro barely had time to gather his surroundings before he was unceremoniously mounted by his master, and had a pair of boots colliding sternly with his rib cage. Myaku bumbled over the large mount's back for a couple feet, then turned his head swiftly towards the man he was about to leave behind. His chin jutted out obnoxiously while a perfected scowl played across an all too boyish face.

His voice was soft, yet hard as steel, despite the pleading nature of the request. "Hiroko. If we're both lucky enough to sire kids. You leave this part out."

Myaku tried to catch the man's eye and impose his will, unfortunately, with little success. A heavy sigh of cold air escaped his lips, and then he was off to chase after his beloved.

The last image of the humbled soldier bounding ridiculously against Pietro's back came with a single statement, "All of it, damn it!"

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Re: Heaven is a Feeling I Get in Your Arms [Kaitou]

PostPosted by Chiyoko » Sun Oct 21, 2012 2:47 pm

She released the genjutsu, blinking melting flakes of snow out of her eyes. They felt like tears for an instance before they froze in their tracks on her cheeks. One of these days, she'd learn to use the kanjitsu with her eyes closed. There was no counting the amount and types of debris she'd exposed her corneas to while staring into thin air. It was a wonder she hadn't gone blind.

Then again, if the rumors about what could make your blind were true, she'd have seen her last sunrise ages ago.

A shiver was still running down her spine after the feeling of whoever had been caught in the genjutsu alongside Hiroko as she pushed away from the frozen ground. The world lurched to one side, black spots drifting across her vision like migrating storm clouds. Her skull felt about two sizes too small for her brain – not that the feeling was anything new. She seemed to have chronic headaches these days. You could learn to live with a great deal of pain, she'd discovered, but burns and headaches were two that you never quite got used to.

She really didn't feel like taking a run out across a frozen lake.

She was going to do it anyway.

Glancing down at the ground, one amber and one crimson eye found barely visible footprints in the snow and she forced a response from her cold muscles, throwing herself into another sprint that lasted until she reached the line of frozen water. Staring out into the white inferno, she could sense Korvo's chakra signature in the distance, but hesitated taking the first step onto the ice.

The feeling of deja vu was like a roundhouse kick to the face. The dream she'd had every night since leaving the desert had painted the picture in front of her a hundred times over, every stroke as near to the detail as possible when most of the canvas is covered in white and half your brush-strokes consist of 'feelings'. The lake, the storm, the searching, hunting for something or someone, with duty riding her back like a beast. What was that phrase Myaku had always used?

"Duty is heavier than a mountain; death lighter than a feather” , she mouthed quietly, barely able to hear the words over the howling of the wind that beat against her, forcing her to either lean into it or retreat.

Those green eyes behind her. They had always been there in the dream. She glanced back over her shoulder, frowning, then turned the amber-scarlet stare to the lake again, feeling like a puppet at the end of a pair of strings that had just been cut. Somehow, she had been led here. Why?

She didn't like it one tiny bit.

The dream had always ended in the same way: the ice breaking under her feet, plunging her body into the cold water as she struggled futilely to breathe. What did it mean? Warning? Prediction? Despite her limited ability to read the threads, everything she had seen had taken place.

Did that mean she was destined to die if she stepped onto the ice?

The voices in her head were suddenly quiet.

"[badword] you and your destiny", she muttered intently at the white fog, not entirely sure who she was expecting to listen, and made her feet move forward.

If she had been led here, that meant someone was sitting somewhere, deciding her life and her fate for her. That was utterly and completely unacceptable. She wasn't the same person she'd been a year before, not the carefree, impulse-driven vixen, who had no qualms with taking lives, but that part of her hadn't changed. If anything, hadn't she proven over and over again that she could handle whatever life threw at her, in her own way?

And if she died on this damned lake, it was not because destiny had decided it. If destiny wanted anything from her, it would have to take a number and get in line like everyone else that wanted a piece of her. The thought made an old smirk of a smile twist her lips.

Getting worked up over a dream. You've really fallen far, haven't you? There was a time you wouldn't have gotten out of bed to check if a dream told you the house was on fire!

The little voice in her head was just as sarcastic as she'd remembered it. Wonderful. As if there weren't enough voices in her head, sarcastic or otherwise. She rolled her eyes and ran. Nothing happened. That is, if you count freezing winds tossing her around like a rag doll, the aching of muscles shifting to a numbness from cold that felt just as dangerous and the throbbing in her side as being 'nothing'.

Whoever once gave the advice that you should just 'run through' side stitch was a big, fat liar.

Every breath was like sandpaper down her throat, the cold air somehow caught against the annoying knot in the spot just above the breastbone before it reached her lungs and plunged daggers into her side, reminding her how out of shape she had become. Apparently, spending a week in the saddle was not the same as daily runs. Later, she'd find a way to blame that damn horse. Right now, she was having enough of a challenge keeping her cramping thighs moving. When was it she'd given up on getting back into shape? Had she even tried?

Sure missing those well-kept legs now, aren't you? Who would have thought beautiful ankles might be useful for more than attracting guys?

Her foot caught on a pile of snow covering a small dimple in the earth and she lost the rhythm, staggering several feet before she caught her balance again.

Add clumsy to the list. You don't even care anymore, do you?

She felt her expression turn into a scowl before she could stop it. It hurt because it was true. Korvo's words had pushed her thoughts into action, and with the kanjitsu activated, there was no hiding from herself. He'd called her 'Queen', moving ahead to save the other pieces at the cost of herself. In a way, he had been right. That was the excuse she used to justify it all. That was the lie she told herself when she plunged onto the battlefield. The truth of the matter was with every conflict a little part of her wished, beyond reason, for it to be her last. Just as death ran behind her, so did she chase the beast down like a hunter trails its prey.

And right now, that prey was an outline in the curtain of white ahead of her.

Molding chakra, she released a gust of wind. It surged out, drawing the other winds around them with it on its way towards Korvo. Slamming into his back, the force lifted him from the ice and then released him. She was close enough to hear the satisfying impact as he crashed back into the unforgiving frozen water. He rolled, one hand lifting to support his upper body before getting to one knee.

"You are really something else."

Blood dripped steadily from his lip and he wiped it away with the back of a hand, arrogantly flicking the scarlet drops across the snow as he lifted his head.

"If you want to dance, then let's dance."

Even with the snow whipping between them, she could see his eyes glisten with rage as he began to form hand seals. It took her a moment to realize why. The heavy snow-fall had lessened. Winds no longer tore at her clothes or tried to knock her over. As if the eye of a hurricane had reached them, they stood in a perfect circle of silence, a few wayward flakes drifting gently through the air. She looked to the side, finding that the 'eye' only stretched a rough two hundred feet around them.

Behind Korvo, in the still raging storm, a shape began to take form. The snow banded together, contorting and shaping itself as if divine intervention had suddenly descended to grant it a consciousness of its own.

Even though it was nothing but a creation of chakra and snow, the eighty feet dragon-like creature released a roar that made the entire valley tremble.


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08/20 08:59:39 Sasuke: SHE'S A DOMINATRIX LARA CROFT


Spoiler:
01/19 07:11:55 Tomoushii: *begins letter* dear malo, just a note to say...
01/19 07:12:35 Tomoushii: ... and at first there was a whip...
01/19 07:12:55 mouse: A damn good whip, might i add.
01/19 07:13:00 Tomoushii: ... someone blindfolded me and whispered something about lemons in my ear
01/19 07:13:10 Chiyoko: Leeeemoooooooons
01/19 07:13:47 Tomoushii: and for some reason when i came to there was a chocolate statue that looked just like robert downey junior
01/19 07:15:33 Tomoushii: ... after the third day of eating nothing but strawberries and what i hoped was milk I found myself suspended in air...
01/19 07:17:40 Tomoushii: ... hoping you are well and either cleaner or less cleaned than i, Tomoushii

01/19 07:18:45 Sasuke: P.S. You're out of rope

02/14 22:01:51 Takeshi: Yoko plunders your villages and rapes your women.
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