To discover one's self

[elzroth]

It would seem time had passed oh so fast for the young man. a full year actually, and it seemed his preocupation with having no memory had prevented him from learn much of the tensora he should have mastered by now. His eyes would simply close a bit in bitter dissapointment as he paced around in circles. In due time, he's stop and glare at the cloud headband he held in his hand. It wasn't slashed, however, it was thouroughly worn and battered. Through his logic, he was sure he had some connection with cloud. This obsession would only continue to eat at his mind until he figured what it was.


A ninja, a shinobi, how would these thoughts come to his mind unless it had been true at some time? Yet, if he returned to cloud, where ever it was, and was right about missing, then he'd only ensure his doom. Yet, curiousity was so strong at this point as was the longing to know who he was. He would tempt Fate, the raven haired goddess, so to speak, and only hope that she wouldn't punish him for his acts.


Bidding good bye to his master, he would climb atop a boat he'd gained from a local resident and depart from the island nation, taking enough supplies with him to survive a while at sea, and still have some to spare on land assuming it was a smooth travel. A few days would pass as he continued to travel over sea. He was quite lucky as the motor on the boat carried him over a very calm and docile sea. Poseidon wouldn't betray him on this voyage. As he would continue his voyage, he'd eventually make his way to the shorelines of the land of thunder. He'd staff his boat away on a seamingly hidden location in some bushes, only taking what he could carry with him.

[|Ayame Unbound|]

Moved.

[elzroth]

Cautiously, he would leave his boat alone and continue on his path. He had no clue to the location of the the cloud village. Instead, he would try to make his way to Enrai. Perhaps there, in the capitol, something would come to him. Another full day would pass as he traveled near the path to the capital. He snacked on what supplies he had, slowing eating down his reply. Still, nothing would come to his mind, except the nagging feeling to be careful in his travels. Early the next day, a large city would come to his sight.


He was hesitant, but he did in fact make his way though the forest of thunder to enter in. Before doing so, he would tuck away the cloud band, in case of having the wrong eyes, or any eyes for that matter see it. It was painfully obvious that he was not from around here once stepping in. His clothing was of much poorer quality when compared to all but the the lowest of class here. His eyes glanced about intrigued. He really would have thought that such a place would be locked into his mind forever, yet it wasn't. More over, he couldn't even remember his real name, only remembering the name Elzroth. He let out a sigh as his leanedd against the gates upon entering. At least he was taking some kind of step toward satisfying his search, hopefully.

[Elgar]

Moved

[faust]

Name: Supply Run
Rank: D-ranked
IIC Length: 1 day
Difficulty: Easy
Description: The hospital within cloud has run into a shortage of supplies and goods. You are asked to come to the kages tower, and retrieve some goods that have recently arrived from the our Capital. Please pick up the product, and deliver it to the hospital post haste.
Objective:(May be repeated 3 times in a row)
Receive the times from the kage’s office, make the delivery, return for a mission complete.
Personnel Requirements: 1-2 Shinobi of any rank. May be performed in groups if one chooses so.
Reward: 1000 Ryo. If one choose to do this mission in rows, then add an additional 500 Ryo for each extra run

The capital city, a laid back spectrum of joy and relaxation offering a bit of solace to any walk of life. From shinobi to farmer, many an attraction could be found in the neutral zone of peace, the lacking presence of military making the world feel for once as if violence was not always the only way of life. Mokumo would emit a sigh upon entry, a few glares by the capital guard quickly dissuaded with his village headband and mission papers. Despite their lack of affiliation with the village and their overall disdain for all that was shinobi – many of the guards were ronin, mercenary samurai with an instinctual hate for shinobi – they’d be forced to obey the laws of neutrality, clearing the once obstructed path and letting the youth carry on his purpose. Despite the teeming amount of potential pleasure sources riddling this area, he’d attempt to look past them all, the temptation of spas, bars and strip joints simply paling in comparison to the ideal of a complete mission.

Although such work seemed child’s play in the evil eyes of the Uchiha, it’d be nonetheless necessary if he intended to make his mark at this year’s exams. There was no doubt he possessed the skill to enter and possibly win, but at the moment, his mission roster was a tad bit…lackluster. Rather than continuing his challenges, he’d opt temporarily for the easy route, enjoying a few ‘D’ ranked missions merely to boost his record. At the moment, his current task involved retrieving a few imported goods on his Raikage’s behalf. Like he said, it was child’s play; but hey, maybe now he’d get lucky with her? Who knew. She was a weirdo anyway, but God knew if that didn’t somehow turn him on.

Ichiro’s Warehouse on the lower district…ugh, seems I got to contend with the grimy part of the city. Oh well, time to move…

A silent stride was employed as he strolled down the street. However, beneath his wares, hidden from the view of the weary guards, would be his hands, conjoined and ready for any for of a reaction should one merit it. At the moment, the chakra that burned seemed to make everything around him sound…clearer.

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[elzroth]

The young self made detective decided that he would move away from the gates in favor finding something to do. He was presumably right beside the lion's den so to speak. The cloud village was in this land, possibly close to the capital, but completely hidden from all eyes. There, he knew there had to be something for him to find out. Yet, he'd bide his time here in the hopes that he might learn something useful.


Suddenly, he'd find that there were numerous glares in the area. Of course, these glares weren't directed at him, but another male, a good few years or so older than him. At first, he'd find his skin prickled almost like a needle feeling as these glares passed over his head. Then his heart would stop. It was a cloud nin, which he could tell from band he wore. Was he discovered already?


A few seconds would pass by as Elzroth watched boy pass, rather close to him. Should their eyes meet at this time, he'd notice that Elzroth had scanned his features rather closely. But as it seemed he wasn't noticed, his heart resumed to beat. Having stopped a few seconds ago, the rate was noticeably faster.


As the shinobi continued to walk away, Elzroth would regain his composure and follow his general direction. He wanted to know more about the shinobi. Of course, as he continued to watch the shinobi from behind, he'd be sure that his gaze kept him in his perifials. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. Should the man notice him following, he'd simply continue walking, but near a crowd of people, so that it might seem like he was with them.

[faust]

The intricate wear he currently adorned – his favorite outfit, a pure black pair of pants, long sleeve shirt, topped off with the black coat – had allowed his Oto endeavors to go completely unnoticed, several minutes past the origin of his detection technique proving the guards of the area were certainly not the wiser. And just in case any of them thought to be trickery and kept watch over him, he’d make the closing of his eyes a normal, continuous activity, as if his already weird self seemed to enjoy longer bats of his eyes. Such measures were mostly preventive since he’d learned long ago to err on the side of caution, though after some time scanning the vicinity, it’d seem the pitter patter of feet and the hustle and bustle of the busy capital city streets contained only distracted merchants and consumers. Quick strides were most likely due to hurried schedules and anticipation over the next drink or lap dance, but just to stay safe, his spying continued.

By now he’d entered the lower district, a ten minute walk past the main markets and into the docking areas suddenly revealing a transformation change in the landscape. It’d be less crowded here and this grimy place was certainly not the attraction of the city, though its unfortunate inhabitants often lingered at the door’s sides, either attempted to sell looted or stolen goods, or simply giving each passerby a questionable look, wondering if they’d be a good target for their next crimes. Mokumo would avoid all glares, concentrated only on his mission and getting it done swiftly, although his hands would remain hidden, the surveillance technique never ceasing.

In a few minutes, the goods would be his, and he’d be able to return home. But something was off, about twenty meters behind him…strange. Would he soon find out...?

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[elzroth]

The walk from the begining of the capital only provided Elzroth with base assumptions about the older male. When he first saw his face, he assumed him to be a very perceptive individual. He assumed this simply from his eyes because a good deal of a person could be read simply from the shine of his eyes. However, it seemed this man didn't notice anything go behind him. It's not that he wanted to be discovered, though this was uncertain, but he hated being wrong in his base thoughts. He still followed the man from Kumo, but his strides were much more relaxed.



As he continued to follow the shinobi, his attention was caught on the various different different shops. Before he knew it, the whole scenery around him had changed. He was in a much lower district, and he could tell this by the way peopled stared and glared at eachother. The place was on edge. Still he followed his subject for a bit longer. It couldn't hold up for too much longer though. The group he'd stayed close to had long since went another directions and it was now obvious that he was following the shinobi. He could feel glances falling on his back and such.


He decided to cut off his following and hang tight for a moment. What would he do in the meanwhile? He decided to attempt to blend in with thos in the area. He soon leaned against a wall in the same area and slumped downward to the floor. The shinobi would have to pass by agian to go back out the city. He'd follow again when that happened.

[faust]

It would seem his beliefs seemed somewhat true regarding the chosen ‘entity’ behind him, as the paths he took towards the docks were purposefully executed in an incorrect manner, creating circular travel without arousing suspicion. In short, he had walked several large circles around the capital with no aim in mind, and while most of the people around him always differed in destination and direction, a select few had consistently stayed trained upon the paths which he himself walked, to the point no break was taken whatsoever. The number of ‘suspects’ had been successfully dwindled down to two, the first being one of the ‘undercover’ guards met earlier, most likely dispatched in an effort to ensure the Cloud shinobi keeps the peace. The second, however, was much different…

Looking back over his shoulder was an action done with stylish stealth, the brushing of his right shoulder of some sort of invisible debris allowing his head to pan back enough to catch a faint glimpse of his pursuers. As expected, the guard’s eyes diverted from his figure, his path suddenly straying into a nearby pub. Smooth…however, the second ‘man’ was not so keen. Rather than disappearing from sight, he’d opt instead to take to the nearby walls, adopting a low crouching position that seemed to fit in with the locals.

There was only one problem; prepubescent teenagers sporting leather jackets and sweatpants usually didn’t wander in Enrai’s most tainted den of sin, where murder, crimes and sex were the order of the day. Strike two…Yet it seemed his intentions had not been violent. For now, he’d leave him where he chose to dwell, his mind temporarily remembering the mission at hand. Once his contact at the docks was met and the papers were presented, he’d eagerly await the shipment. They came in the form of a few simple boxes, though when Ichiro attempted to see him off with a friendly smile, the youth would point out to a nearby service cart. The boxes were by no means heavy, though to the gruff man of six feet before him, most things wouldn’t. However, after one look at Faust’s “frail” physical appearance, he’d oblige. The boxes would be loaded soon after, and his return trip commenced.

In a few minutes, his return would commence.

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[elzroth]

OOC: Nice one, wouldn't have seen it coming

The eyes of the young boy would continue to glance about though his head would never actually lift from the floor. Everything seemed to be going in a rather strange manner. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he somehow felt like he'd been the one walking into a trap. Still, he had no recollection of this particulat city and thus would have had no idea that a wide portion of his walk had been in circles.


Eyes would fall upon him, eyes that he would recognize as those other than the shinobis. Elzroth would make note of this and decide that his slumped over position would only invite some ill fate should he stay there. And he seemed right. Footprints were found moving towards his location. He'd choose at that moment to rise up and pass into an alley nearby. He couldn't feel the eyes of the shinobi on him at the time, so he assmed he wasn't watching.


The footprints behind would continue until he passed into the darkness of the alley. By this time, he'd have managed his way onto a rooftop. The few to follow him inot the alley would find him to have suddenly dissapeared. That being the case, they'd go about there business. Elzroth on the other hand would position himself upon the rooftop so that he could view the shinobi further without being spotted himself. It was almost like a game at this point, though he had no idea what the score was. He watched on as the man received his shipment of some type of goods. He figured he'd be on his way in a minute or so.

[faust]

Self Deafening
Rank: D
Skill: Ninjutsu
Effect: The user temporarily deafens their ears.
Special: Dragon
Drawback: Cannot be undone until time has expired. Cannot be used on others.
Description: In performing the said hand seal, the user focuses charka to their own eardrums and creates a thick layer over them. In doing so, the user becomes temporarily deaf and incapable of hearing sounds what so ever. This layer of charka however may not be canceled by will, and the user must wait for the duration of the jutsu for it to end. The effects of such a jutsu last only two posts due to the weak strength of it, however it is completely effective at making the user deaf.

Judging by the nature of the area – they were docks, meaning aside from boats, the buildings and cannery would by no means be considered as insurmountable in size – it’d be easy to discern any type of hostile offensive directed at his persona, regardless of the monuments used to mask one’s presence. This was why Mokumo had chosen such an ‘open’ route, though he’d hope to avoid conflict as much as possible, since technically, the use of force in the capital by shinobi was for the most part banned. Still, for those illicit members of the underworld, where crime was just as vital as breath, rules would mean nothing more than open doorways they were more than welcomed to transverse. Mokumo would soon discover this.

Walking the dirty streets back towards his destination with impressive looking cargo was not the best of ideas in the eyes of snarling bandits, but there was certainly a degree of method to his apparent madness. Sure, while he expected a member of the lesser desirable side of society to come out and ‘greet’ him any time now, such a reaction was predicted, and in fact it'd mean the men were baited them into doing so. Why? Because as a result of the imminent fight, he’d ditch his tail that was the guard, and most likely smoke out the second agent pursuing him. It was a tad bit risky, but comfort in his own skills would make these attempts worthwhile. It had taken him only a few steps into the underworld, and already the laughs and chuckles of evil men appear.

Instinctually his chakra had molded, basic patterns created in preparation for what was to come. Although unsure as to his method of attack, he’d nonetheless begin by warming his receptors up, as this was the first true session he’d experience that day. The buildings around him were low, only a few stories high, and most of them were run down, products of bars or beat down inns. From different alleys groups of cloaked men came, some wielding knives, while others producing more seemingly advanced weapons. They were by no means shinobi, but instead cowards that somehow acquired some mildly advanced weaponry. The tool of choice appeared to be a series of sound based weapons, from amplifiers to ‘sound guns’, weapons that produced deadly sound ‘bullets’ after some accumulated momentum. Luckily for him, sound was his release of choice.

Idiots…

Various warnings came his way regarding how his life would be spared if he gave them what they want, but before they could even speak further, Mokumo’s middle finger rose, the sole one to stand up, whilst the rest ‘bowed down’. This would obviously incite anger on their behalf, prompting their ranks to advance in an attempt to harm the mute. However, before any steps were even taken, the Uchiha would force the cart forward, pushing it off with his chakra at impressive speeds. Like a bowling ball to pins they’d fall, most of the initial members tumbling over along with the boxes. As this occurred, his chakra would now begin to form the sound release, shooting up into his ears so that he could attempt to block what was to come.

Molding didn’t take too long since the technique he was trying to attempt was simplistic in nature, and one he’d seen done before by his peers. Several connections were created by his own chakra network, and as they traveled upwards, they hook onto everything that comprised his auditory system. Having almost neared a level of mastery with the Oto release, he’d find blocking out his sound entirely to be not as hard an achievement as he previously predicted. The sound waves from the attacks came at slow rates, results expected when such weapons were wielded by amateurs. Yet when they struck, only mild vibrations shook him, rather than a full effect. For the sake of acting, he’d pretend to kneel down in pain, his hands together and his head down. Now, he’d let his sound release expand further, as the weak seal of sound over his ear had been shattered by the attacks. To the assailants, Mokumo appeared downed and hurt; however, he’d once again gain knowledge of everything and everyone within a forty meter radius.

Thinking they achieved victory, the men began to ransack the boxes. Their prize was whatever they retrieved, and when they found useless hospital supplies, their rage would return to Mokumo. Would the stranger from above intervene?

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[Kinz]

+10....bastard mute. giving those poor ruffians the middle finger. no respect.

[elzroth]

Elzroth watched from his rooftop as the subject of his spying seemed to have finished up with his business. It was perhaps some kind of transaction for some valuable equiment. At least that was the impression he got from the nice stack of crates and such that the man had. However, it wouldn't take long for his crates to attract the attention of someone else. It was a group of thugs or bandits, coincidently, the same group that he'd lost in the alley. He watched on for a minute as they harrased and attacked the shinobi of Kumo.


He was sure that he'd be able to manage on his own. Right? I mean, shinobi weren't defeated by just anyone, right? Under this logic, he was shocked to find the man laid out on floor, appearing as if he was hurt. The men then progressed toward the boxes of... hospital supplies? He was as shocked as they were, expecting instead to see something valuable and worth the effort that they'd put forth. He scanned their faces from a distance as they returned to the man on the floor. It appeared as though they'd hurt him if no one would help.


Of course, he could hope, but nothing seemed to happen. Perhaps it was not the brightest of ideas, but he took maters into his own hands. Forming some handseals, a single clone of water would form. But where from? The docks was nearby, was it not? The clone would form from that body of water and rush forward at the men. To them, it would appear as though some crazy thirteen year old was having a temper tantrum. However, it was a clone, and not an ordinary one.


The clone would leap over the cloud shinobi, and ram into the pack of thugs that was harrasing the man. An explosion would issue, not a large one, but more than enough to cause the group the run away. Watching them do so, Elzroth would gingerly climb off the rooftop, his feet making a small clomping sound as he landed back down in the alley. He'd peak his head out to see how the man was doing. It didn't look like he'd gotten up yet. Curiosity would cause him to give away his position as he walked slowly over to him to see if he was alright.


If asked why'd he'd helped, he say, "Those thugs had it coming." He was still safe, in his oppinion. He didn't have a headband on, it the cloud one he had, as ragged as it was, was tucked inside one of his jacket pockets. If the man didn't stop and question him, he'd simply extend his hand to help him up.

Suiton: Daibakure Mizu Bunshin No Jutsu
Type: Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Effect: The user says "Suiton: Daibakure Mizu Bunshin No Jutsu" and it creates clones from any nearby water and they explode on contact to the enemy, eachother, or the user. They last 3 minutes until they turn back into water (3 posts).
Special: Handseals
Drawback: They can be tricked like most clones. They can explode on contact to the user, or eachother. They move olny like the user does. Raidus of explosion is 1 foot.
Description: The user makes the handsigns and if there is any water nearby the clones will appear and run at the enemy, but olny if the user tells them to. If they explode it does minimul damage which is why many are created.
Limit: Must have Water Release

[faust]

The accumulation of climactic sounds from all around would force Mokumo into a decision swifter than he had envisioned and desired, though despite the apparent setbacks, a quick solution would render all inconveniences slain. His prone position had allowed his previous handseals to go unnoticed, and within seconds, the detection of many would become private knowledge privy only to his inner conscience. First off, a charging of several guards from a few meters down the road was the most pressing and obvious, as they were law in the capital, and any jutsu used on his part could land him in trouble. Secondly, the men from all around had disregarded the incoming local force, turning their attention back again towards the seemingly injured youth. Lastly, the utterance of a few words atop the rooftop, and the sudden drop of the same stranger that followed him earlier revealed his skill in the shinobi arts, as well as the potential for a newfound adversary. No chance would be taken with anyone, and when all pawns in his game were perfectly aligned, his song would commence.

Under the strength of a Perfect Illusion, Mokumo’s Mateki would send forth a flurry of beautiful notes, catching the incoming guards, the thugs AND the stranger all in his own twisted world. To the ones he cared not for – the guards and thugs – the sensation of eternal falling into a world of pure darkness would keep them distracted long enough for his true inquiry to begin. The stranger’s outstretched hand would suddenly meet what seemed to be a melting human before him, and within seconds of his liquid disintegration, his world would too turn black. Darkness surrounded him from all around, and his body would now be frozen, leaving only his hearing to guide him through this period of uncertainty. Silence for now, a cold breeze blowing through, enslaving his body in an uncomfortable chill. Finally, when Mokumo secured the area around him from any further trouble, he’d speak. Only through his illusions would his voice be heard, as nature and reality robbed him of such simple talents long ago. The tone employed was deep and distorted, like that of a behemoth from some twisted fairy tale.

YOU'RE IN MY DOMAIN NOW. SPEAK OF YOUR ESSENCE, STRANGER. YOU FOLLOW ME, BUT ARE YOU AWARE YOU FOLLOW THE DEVIL HIMSELF? WHAT HAVE YOU COME FOR…?

Silence. Although speech had been taken from his victim before, an additional note in his constant song would now allow the prisoner to explain himself. He’d have only one chance.

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Mateki: Makyo no Ran (Demonic Flute: War of Evil Men)
Rank: C
Skill: Genjutsu
Effect: A technique that brings those that hear into a deep trance, the trance takes them into a world of different proportion. One who feels they know this very world would be brought forth in a world where great tortures may occur. By how one plays the Mateki, they are capable of mixing and messing with the very senses of the brain such as sight, smell, and touch, creating a figment by using sounds, and a harsh like melody.
Special: Flute melody.
Drawback: The Drawback of this very technique is that this technique is a prerequisites for many other types of techniques to which brings those into a different realm in a state of mind. Without this technique the other melodies are useless. In order to learn C-rank techniques, one must have the C-rank version of Mayko no Ran. In order to learn B-rank techniques and higher, one must have the B-rank version of Mayko no Ran.

Mukizu Kaichou (Flawless Melody)
Rank: S
Skill: Genjutsu.
Effect: A Jutsu that increases the capability of the Genjutsu creating a perfect illusion; the intensity of the Mateki-user's Genjutsu becomes so powerful it cannot be discerned as "fake" or disbelieved, and will last as long as the user wills it to, or until the victim(s) transfer chakra into one another and interrupt the tainted flow.Of course, this only works if the victim(s) teammates are not affected as well.
Special: Flute melody.
Drawback: This technique
Description: An illusion is performed so perfectly that it cannot be disbelieved and lasts as long as the user wills it to, or extreme pain is brought upon the victim(s), or if chakra is transferred into their body. Furthermore, this allows for the user to learn the final and most powerful technique of the Mateki style.

[elzroth]

Elzroth's extended hand would pause for moment as he reached toward the fallen man. Only, that pause would turn into a grand pause as his perception of everything began to change. The man, who he'd attempted to help would began to melt away as a demon would react to holy water. But as the figure became nothing more than liquid, he found his vision dullin, the fade to nothing. The numbing cold paralyzing his body shocked him, for it reminded him of some vague memory. He was freezing at sea and drowning in the memory. The only difference here was that there was no water or moisture. That however didn't nothing to take his mind off an unsettling chill about him.

The first thoughts running through his mind was of death. Had he just suddenly died? It was rather odd really. Am I dead? That's what he would have said, but he found his voice frozen just the same. Suddenly, a voice that wasn't even vaguely human would sound in his head. It demanded knowlegde of his actions. But why was a he following the man previously? He wanted to try and figure somekind of information about himself. With cloud being the only remote clue, he though spying the shinobi from cloud might help. However, he found himself more confused than before.


"Following the devil, eh? Hmph! I thought you might jog my memory of who I am. Appearantly you don't know me, so I was wrong. I really KNOW, nothing else." Trapped he was, but he chose not reveal anything about the headband he carried. And the nonsense reply would likely on infuriate the shinobi. In reality, he was implying that he had amnesia. But, just how do you convince someone that you have no memory?

[faust]

Insolence. To the silent shinobi, such an uncaring display would not be tolerated, though appearing from his response and the skill displayed earlier, this particular subject would not be easily dissuaded by mere appearances. As such, he’d train him like he’d train a dog; fear. As soon as his snappy tone came forth, all sound would disappear, and for the next minute, he’d feel as if he’d truly been plunged in a dark, cold ocean. The black void around him did not let up, and the coldness would only increase. Sensations of drowning would begin to settle in, yet any attempt by the victim to hurry the death process up would only result in even more pain, as the illusion of his overall lack of oxygen would continue despite what his senses told him. Pains of unbelievable levels would now be induced upon the unfortunate soul, and if this were any real type of experiment, mortality would swiftly take his soul away.

However, the guise of the perfect illusion would prevent the swiftest form of relief. Death’s grasp eluded, he’d now find himself plummeted in constant, unavoidable pain. His body could not squirm for he had none. His mouth could not scream for he had none. His heart could not stop, for he had none. This was a cruel and unusual punishment indeed, but for the deranged youth, nothing short of needless murder was excessive, and even then, such terms were incurred only when valuable information was apparently lost. Midst evil torture, the voice rang again.

RETHINK THAT ANSWER

A pause in the melody was taken, though the Perfect Illusion would allow his pain to continue. In reality, after Mokumo's head panned left and right instinctually, a single free hand rummaged around and about the boy’s body, hoping to find telltale items that would lead to further information regarding his presence. Typical items for a child his age were absent of his persona, an obvious discovery judging from his shinobi skills and overall maneuverability, but what he DID find was a bit more surprising than first expected. Past your normal kunai and other assortment of secondary weapons, a headband could be found. Its cold steel rang familiar in his hands, and with a single yank, the bright rays of the sun above would reveal all.

Kumogakure!?

Had he been attacking a comrade? Impossible…why would he lurk so? Why was he so unfamiliar with his surroundings, to the point he’d fall to such an obvious trap? Why had he never seem him venture around and about the village throughout his years as a shinobi? Too many questions, yet no answers; time for more illusions. A simple blow of the flute returned him to the grand stage, where presumably his victim continued to suffer extremely. Timed with the ringing of his voice, the pain would temporarily cease, a feeling of ‘relief’ swept over as his body ‘rose’ up and out of the ‘water’. All fake, of course, but to the poor stranger, it would seem all too real.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF KUMOGAKURE, DOG?

.

[elzroth]

As his reply to the malformed voice left his lips, it'd take only a moment for his surroundings to become trully horrific in a sense. His world would become deathly silent. There was no sound to reach him at all. Previously, there might have been some brief hint of hope, but now there was none. He'd suddenly feel as if his body had plunged into the ocean. That in itself shouldn't have made sense, but to him, he was reliving the first memory he did actually have. It would see real.

Ironic, trully it was, that it was the same element he was proficient in that would cause him such misery not once, but twice. Mind numbing coldness and prickling needles were the same sensations of the memory. This was made worse by the feeling of drowning he was having. He could no longer discern anything of the illusion. His mind would begin to frantically race as it sought refuge from this feeling of death. But he was drownning at sea, swept in the tide. Who could save him?


A new command to rethink his answer would be heard breifly, though the painful sensation would continue on. Was this really it? He fealt like he was on his last legs, metaphorically of course. Amidst the hopeless and frantic thoughts of his mind, tears would begin to well up in his eyes as he relived the true feeling of death gripping your throat. No answer had been given for there was nothing to say. A feeling of being hoisted from the depths of the cold ocean insured with the sounding of the voice one last time.


Despite the fact that he was obviosly fighting back tears, Elzroth's body would seem more relieved, as if the death has loosened it's grip on him, though he was still visibly shaken and nearly deprived of sensability. "K, k k k k Kumo... gakure?" his voice would mumbled beneath his panicked breathing. By this time, he was silly putty in his captors hands. There would be no way for him to hide anything. Unfortunately, there would still seem to be no information in his responses. "I I I don't know... anything. All I know is this band and the name Elzroth."


He'd bite his lip as he tried to bite back his panicked tears. "I don't even know if that much is true." Even now, believing he was an inch from death, it would seem as if his mind was trully an empty vessel.

[faust]

Though his inner evil would tingle at the temptation of furthering this poor kid’s misery, the presence of genuine fear and tears was enough to at least hint at truth. Sadistic he was, but in the name of his village and the potential security breach he faced, he’d have to place all evil wishes aside, and temporarily abide by the shinobi code that hot woman in charge had placed upon him. He was crazed, deranged and masochistic, amongst other things, but he was also professional. A brief thought would be given as to what he’d do next, but after a glance at the real Kumogakure headband the boy held, he’d find only one answer. Swiftly, a free hand would produce a kunai from the boy’s repertoire, and in a few quick slashes, a kanji that translated to ‘devil’ would be carved upon the boy’s skin, around his chest near his heart. The pain from such maiming would be enough to bring him back, but as swift as he cut his hands would return to the flute once more, and the world of evil was returned to him.

I’VE MADE MY MARK UPON YOU, DOG. FROM HENCEFORTH, YOU WILL RECOGNIZE ONLY TWO BEINGS AS GOD, MAKER AND ULTIMATELY ENDERS.

A pause would be utilized to create two images in the youth’s dark world. Firstly, Mokumo would appear in a grand size, his imposing figure standing several shapes too big to be normal. However, in this perception, he’d make the youth feel weak, as well as remind him of who was ‘master’. The image said nothing nor did it move, but the grizzly voice returned. As he spoke, the injury incurred upon the victim would glow in a deep red, shimmering brightly in the dark world. This, alongside Mokumo’s mirage, would be all he could see.

YOU WILL KNOW ME ONLY AS THE DEVIL, AND I WILL KNOW YOU ONLY AS ‘DOG’. I HAVE PLACED MY MARK ON YOU TO REMIND YOU OF YOUR PLACE. WITHOUT DOUBT, I RULE YOU; NEVER FORGET THIS, OR THIS WATERY PRISON SHALL BE YOUR KEEPSAKE FOREVER. HOWEVER, ABOVE THE DEVIL IS ONE MORE…

As the voice trailed off, the image of the Raikage would present itself, replacing Mokumo’s. If the boy’s image seemed ridiculous, hers would dwarf it like some sort of comic; if she willed it, her sandal could lay waste to the imprisoned teenager. Again, her mirage spoke of silence as well, but the voice would give it meaning.

GOD IS HOLY, GOD IS UNQUESTIONABLE. THE DEVIL QUIVERS IN GOD’S PRESENCE. NEVER LOOK HER IN THE EYES FOR MORE THAN A FEW SECONDS, AND NEVER TAKE HER NAME IN VAIN. SOME CALL HER ‘RAIKAGE’, BUT YOU WILL ONLY REFER TO HER AS ‘MOTHER’. SHOULD DANGER COME UPON HER, YOUR LIFE WILL BE EXCHANGED FOR HERS. NEVER WILL YOU HARBOR ILL WILL TOWARDS HER, AND ANY THAT DO WILL BE SLAIN UNDER YOUR BLADE – IF NOT, YOU WILL UNDOUBTEDLY DIE TRYING.

One final pause. The restraints of his world would end, but with relief came an imminent blackout. The illusion would pacify and leave him in a peaceful rest, but he would not be released until Mokumo deemed it so. As he slumped and passed out, the Uchiha would make quick work to escape. By now, a few of the unaffected passerby’s noticed the bodies, and would undoubtedly report them. With extreme swiftness, Mokumo would scoop the body of the boy and lay it over his shoulder with one arm, while grasping the supplies with the other. Finally, a set of Shunshin would return him to safety, and once the guards came to, they’d find themselves under the impression the thugs were responsible for their ailments.

[ -- Exit; unconscious body ]

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[elzroth]

While his mind hung suspended in a surreal world of illusions, something from the outside would finally reach him. The cold bite of metal would carve into his skin at that time, temporarily bringing him back to reality. However, that wouldn't last for more than a second after the pain set in. The world would suddenly return to it's grissly state, and the figure would appear before him once more. He'd feel extremely weakened here, likely due to the battle with the depths of the ocean.

Elzroth would comprehend everything said and absorb it as if it were the bible. His attention would remain the same as the figure of a lady appeared before him, dwarfing the man who was already of collosal proportions. As the words faded in his mind, his vision would grow dark again. This time though, it would be accompanied with uncanny stillness. This stillness though was more comforting though, relieving. He'd soon pass out and slump forward to be taken up by the shinobi, his new master.

[Exit unconscious with Faust]