travels of a jellyman. (private)

[Kinz]

[enter]

Walking along the road away from the rain village, Muteki began to contemplate. He hadn’t been outside rains borders in the past year. He missed his traveling days. It was just to much fun to travel about doing whatever came across his mind, but without someone to travel with, or some goal to reach, why bother? It was in the journey, not the destination, but without a destination there cant really be no journey….just a meandering. Muteki had more useful things to do then meander….whatever those things may be. His brow furrowed as he continued walking down the paved road.

As his march continued, he realized he was on a merchants path. Precisely one that lead towards the land of river. He plodded along, every once in a while seeing a few merchants here and there. Every time he passed a group they were apparently talking about something they had recently seen that had put them in awe. Apparently while traveling in the river country, they noticed a large, behemoth of a snake creature moving over the landscape. In the beginnings, Muteki thought it nothing more then drunken ravings, but with so many hallucinating the same thing, Muteki began to think…perhaps it wasn’t a coincidence?

The idea perplexed Muteki. He couldn’t help thinking to himself. “Big snake hmm? Rings a bell I think….” It took him a while to remember, but finally it struck him. He recalled his last encounter with this behemoth. It was in the land of wind. Apparently it was some pet of Heero, the Kazekage. That’s a name and a face he had not only forgotten, but one he had met only that one occasion…admittedly leaving an impression probably. He was less experienced then. Perhaps it was time to rekindle the acquaintance. According to the accounts, the snake was heading towards fire country. Perhaps he could head him off at the proverbial pass.

His cloak fluttered behind him as he took off at full speed for the border. His feet kicked bark off trees, and kicked dirt up in his path. It was a reckless course, but one that would obviously get him there quickly. He moved like a cat through the branches, eventually crossing the river, that made up the border between rain and fire.

[Kuro]

~Moved~

[Kinz]

[enter]

Muteki had been walking for hours. It was in fact a sad state of affairs. Even with the snake’s large size, Muteki had been unable to find it in the vastness of the fire country. Perhaps the kage of sand had headed in another direction and the rumors he had heard were just hearsay. It was fruitless to come here apparently. As such, Muteki was content with leaving, and heading off. Perhaps he would continue his quest to inform select kage’s of his endeavor to become a multi village merc? Then where was the next best place to go to inform them? Perhaps the hidden grass village? They had always been friends to rain, and Muteki in general. But stopping in rain would be a huge hassle. Perhaps if he took a slightly less direct rout through Waterfall, he could kill two birds with one stone, by also informing the Takikage of his proposal. Taki had always been a neutral place, perhaps this was a good opportunity to spark them into an interest.

With his plans set, Muteki started heading in the direction he had thought upon. Onwards to Taki, he thought. His feet hit the cobble stones with a brisk pace, making multiple clicking sounds. It was one of the few paved roads in the world, and it was sweet music walking down it. He would soon be in taki. He couldn’t help wondering about his reception when he got there. With that, he passed the country boarder.

[Elgar]

Moved to Waterfall

[Kinz]

[exit]

[Kinz]

[enter]

Muteki's feet sprang up and down, pounding against the ground, he was headed for his home village of rain. His initial plan was to go straight to grass from here, but bringing this body with him wasnt a good idea. it needed to be returned to thunder village. So instead he would stop in rain, drop the body off at his house in some ice, and then go to grass. From there he would pick the body back up and head to thunder. All in the name of business. Muteki kept up a heavy pace eventually crossing the boarder to the rain country.

[Zetsumei]

Moved to Grass, its between

[Kinz]

muteki continued his travels with the stupid dead body on his shoulder. heading for rain. he wanted to get there this time. stupid countries being in his way. why hadn't he figured out how to teleport yet? he made his way across the land of ass....i mean grass. He traveled and traveled and traveled. if there was a basketball referee around he would be spinning his hands round in circles so much they'd fall off. His feet moved more then sumo wrestlers battling on ice. Finally he made it to the boarder and crossed it.

[Zetsumei]

Moved

[Kinz]

exit

[Kinz]

{enter}

Muteki exited the conversation he had been having with his new accomplis to find the rain had subsided. stopping to pick up his package he would deliver to thunder (kuro's old missing nin corpse i've had), Muteki would take off. His feet carrying his body at an average speed. it was actually quite a restful pace he was setting through the muddied ground. He was used to this type of travel though. living in rain brought the knowledge of how to travel in such crappy conditions. He would actually attatch to a merchant caravan and folllow in the ruts that their wheels packed down. making it a rather simple experience.

his travel would be rather slow at the leisurly pase he was setting, but it would be unstressfull. noone questioned what he was carrying due to the bandages and box the missing nin was placed in. Muteki was quite good at keeping a low profile. it would be a matter of time before he made it to thunder. his trip was on its way.

[Zetsumei]

Moved Bisch

[Kinz]

After the tribulations he had dealt with in Fire, Muteki picked up his now 2 missing ninja corpses, and began strolling through the country to thunder. He placed each in the box he had originally only had Shingai in. It was getting cramped in there, and Muteki seriously hoped he didn’t need to carry anyone else. As it was he was getting annoyed lugging the “luggage”. The trees passed by as he walked, the road seemingly covered in mud. After what seemed like hours walking at his leisurely pace Muteki finally hit the border and crossed over into the land of thunder

[I C H I R O™]

Don't keel but you hasta go through CLAW

[adero]

Ya know? This deal wasn't such a bad thing really.

Laying back a bit here an there, kicking the good ole shoes off an just relaxing a bit. Was the good life.

Breeze blew through the wind here and there, his hair dancing a bit in the wind - an odd sight really. Some ghastly pale skinned lad with devilish red eyes smiling nonchalantly on the beach shore. Ah, to hell with public opinion. It hadn't bothered him for years, why start now eh?

Point made - there wasn't much else to do, a large boom box sit beside him - seemed like his only source of entertainment at the moment. A pale white hand began to move towards it, playing with he knob gently, looping the volume louder, then more softly over and over.

How much longer did he think? Surely he'd have to limit himself to such idleness no?

It was an odd thing really. The place he'd think of retiring. Claw of all spots. Just across that lil darned bay was his home - something so close but so far. Or at least what remained of it. Things happen when one's gone right? People age, things change, or rather decay. It troubled him not really. The shores across the sea he saw were not of the once former glorious Cloud, but rather of the decrepit aging ruins.

Enough of that however. He came here to relax no? Was a good idea often put forth by his ole partner - never taken to heart. Course the bastard finally took it to heart and couldn't really find heart to do it - but yea. His head turned slowly down the coast as he gazed with a bit of surprised.

"Well I'll be damned. Speak of the devil."

Was it him?

[Kinz]

Muteki continued walking along the beach carrying his box now filled with the two dead ninja. He kept having this uneasy feeling about all the other beach goers, because he couldn’t stop picturing this sitcom like scenario where his dead body box got mixed up with one of their coolers. So he would end up at the missing ninja drop off with a couple of six packs, while someone brought a couple of stiff to ruin a party. It was a comical idea, but Muteki couldn’t shake off the annoyingness of it. As he walked towards the oceans beach head, he could see thunder country across the way. Just a few miles of water, something incapable of deterring him, and he’d be there. Ready once again to conduct his business.

As he walked the beach, something caught and held Muteki’s attention. The thing that originally drew his ears was a boom box playing one of his favorite songs, If You Want Blood You Got It. The thing that held his attention however was the man laying out on the beach playing the song. Not in that way, Muteki didn’t swing that way. The man sitting there only interested him cause he seemed familiar. It couldn’t be anyone he knew. So pale, like a corpse. It would seem he had never gotten sun in his life. It was very difficult to place his friend Nyzu when he was being seen in such a different light. Finally though Muteki came out with it. “N..N…Nyzu? Is that you?” He really had no words. Had something happened to his ruthless friend? Maybe the brain slugs he had heard tail of from the ocean floor had gotten to him. But then again, how did Nyzu get to the ocean floor? Nothing was making sense….Muteki could only assume this was a sign of Armageddon.

[adero]

Naw – nothing happened. Same ole bastard just sitting back in a chair. S’not a crime to be laid back now is it? Well shit – if that lil look o’ shock on his partner’s face was any good indication of such – then he’d be damned. Looked like it was time to go back to work eh? Yeah back to work he’d think – couldn’t look like a slacker now eh?

(0:20 vid wise)

Seemed like it was bout time to dirty his hands again now didn’t it. A disgruntled look formed as he stared about. A lingering smile crept onto his face as a hand reached outwards for the boom box’s round knobs, tinkering with the volume as he slowly cranked it up to an obnoxiously loud volume. Seemed like lots o’ squishies were around these parts. Time to break in some skulls eh?

His lithe frame began to arise from the seat, his wallet placed down besides his chair, laying among a pile of village scrolls. Pale white hands began to slowly unbutton his shirt, leaving his ghostly chest bare as the wind blew his shirt open, flapping it in the wind.

That same glazed look, that fiery crimson in his eyes had ignited once more – probably cause of the song pic, and a few other things that’d do a lad’s in – but that was aside the point. A violent knick at his own thumb was taken, almost like a bite, blood dripping from his hand at a trickle. Ripping out the scrolls from his very waist, a hand tossed them into the air, smearing across the length of each piece of parchment as they flew into the wind. Head bobbing to the rhythm, a few words were mouthed, his gaze glazed with a look of insanity.

“Every last drop
You want blood, you got it”

A massive cloud of smoke began to appear, almost as if a fog had over taken the shores. But dayum – people in his day had thought they’d seen a butt load of puppets? Shoot they’d been wrong if they hadn’t seen all o his. Tha’ entire damned array before him, least his Nyzu puppets – frigging identical clones. Someone had a bit o’ narcissism eh?

Without warning, without word, or rather with a few words, he’d send them suckers forth, jetting about the people an dicing em up before they’d even be able to run. Shit – there went that one lil mofo – sucker was too busy sucking his lil lollipop. Fatass. Served him right. A lady too man, nice rack an all – but naw – she was gonna die– slit her throat with a puppet and moved on. Slowly he’d saunter down the beach, making his way around the bend.

“Oh look!” He’d quickly spot a man upon the beach, tanned chest exposed. But what was this? Sucker just had to think he was gangsta eh? Bit o bling bout the neck – looked like a cross to him. Either way he’d die to eh? A clone suddenly darted forth, shackles opening and clamping about the man’s limbs, hanging him upright in a cross like fashion. His voice grew all the more maniacal as he continued to whisper words quietly to himself.

“The shit that they toss to you
Feeling like a Christian
Locked in a cage
Thrown to the lions.”

Naw – now this was some insatiable rage man. Looked like this bitchin’ puppeteer wasn’t gonna be put to rest quite yet. After a good bit o’ spillin brains he’d move on to the real deal man. Seemed like those tards thought they could run? Oh boy were they wrong. Two more scrolls were ripped from his side as he smeared more blood on em. Yes… more blood. He wanted more – and he’d get it.

Another cloud appeared overhead, the massive clouds clearing as he remained erect, standing atop a massive rolling ball rivaling that of buildings. A buncha lil bird like puppets strayed from his fingertips, a good number really, most of em to be honest. Shit – if he was gonna have a lil bit of fun – then why not have a blast eh? Or several? Funny thing is those peeps were all lined up like a buncha bowling pins –his puppet tha’ ball. Surely they couldn’t have meant it this way when they said he’d been ballin’ at the academy.

Accelerating at near impossible speeds, the massive sphere began to jet forth along the shore lines, quickly flattening everything in its path. “SPLAT!” “SPLOOSH!” “STRIKE!” Ohh snap bro! That ole geezer twisted real fine! An look at that fly girly – didn’t know she could bend that way eh? The roads remained littered with bones turned to dust – or rather sand. Soaked with blood seeping into the earth itself, flying about in the air, splattering on windows. Still no reaction from the puppeteer really, that same crazed look in his eyes, same ole words mumbling from his mouth.

“Blood on the streets
Blood in the sky
Blood on the sheets
If you want blood - you got it."

Oh look – some one was nice enough to leave him a squashed pick nick basket? Some bloodied sheets too? Sweetness. A hand lowered to the ground, draping it upon his back as he smeared yet another scroll, a massive bird forming beneath him. Nuttin quite beat knockin establishment down now eh? Fly down the frigging avenue he’d go, up to the beach walk.

Well shoot – look at that! Morons still shopping bout? He’d show em. Yea – for no reason of course - all arbitrarily. Lil side puppets he’d been manning, those raven things course would go crashing into the shops, one by one, setting em all on fire, blowing up the place an all that jazz. Sports goods? Try sporting a lil bit o fire bitches! Hope ya got insurance! Aquatics? Yea – let’s seem em put out this blaze now eh?

The end of the lane was quickly coming to an end, the street corner leading to no where – no where cept that lil light house at the end.

“Ah hell.”

He’d quickly leap off, releasing the rest of his puppets to stray into an assortment of buildings briefly to ignite into flames, he gazed at his final work, crashing into the tower before him. A massive thud sounded as he frowned with disappointment. Looked like that sucker was still standing. (Pause music.)

“What the shi - ?”

Seemed like a massive fatty had some issues now eh? Cheeseburger in hand, booze in tha other, he’d grip that giant ole puppet an jerk it around jest nuff ta stop it from ramming tha tower.

No biggie.

Buba: “BUBA NO CHEA – ”

-POWPOWPOW-

A final hand seal formed as he ignited the explosive rockets loaded within his own puppet, vaporizing the tower to smithereens. (Play music.)

“ I want you to bleed for me…”

And bam – he’d vanish off into the distance without another word, nonchalantly walking over the deserted lifeless terrace. Guess he took it to heart when they said go out wit a bang eh?

[exit w/o waterfall/rain scrolls – all forfeited to kinz – anything else inventory wise remains mine. Money left in the wallet besides the scrolls contains 20 thousand Ryo – grantable to kinz as well.]

[Facilis Descensus Averno - Easy is the descent to hell.]

OOC: Nyzu is officially NPCified. No longer rpable by me - a manner of dying I suppose. Note this does not count as a scrap. Permission to end this character thusly w/o penalty approved by admin via pm. Permission to NPC Nyzu must be approved directly by adero and only adero.

[hotaru]

Death or w/e approved

;~;

RIP Puppet God!

[Kinz]

Muteki would see his friend end end his career for no apparent reason. it shook him to the core. why would such a king, just give it all up? leaving the missing ninja bodies behind, Muteki would pick up both scrolls left by nyzu, and would begin walking off to an unknown direction. as he walked, one of the sets of anbu and kage bunshin scrolls would fall from his pocket. muteki would leave it unnoticed laying in the sand.

[Exit] (rogue has permission to enter.)

[Beautiful Rogue]

Naomi trudged through the the area, she could sense the distinct smells about the environment, however, the traces were too faint, there would be no lead on anything. Her path through the slight forested area would take her deeper, the scent of blood filling her senses. It had been a while, and it made her feel quite sick actually, but obviously, where there was blood, there was other elements of the equation, like people fighting, and when people fought, it was over something petty such as money, or perhaps land. Land she did not need, money however, was a different story, she would certainly go check this out, and hopefully, she would catch some action out of this feud. However, no sounds were being made, which was normally a sign of a struggle, but even her heightened senses could not pick any up, only the smell of copper.

Her expectations were not as high as she had wished, all that remained here were corpses and scrolls. She made a slight face at the bodies, but moved to them anyway, rummaging about them, seeing if there was anything good. Sadly enough, two bodies, probably which would not amount to much, but it was money she could have. Two scrolls lay upon the ground, curious, the bodies were looted, however there was no items or ryo upon the bodies, yet scrolls were left, seemed odd...Almost coincidental. She sniffed the air, whoever killed him, they were no longer around, well, she would just take the scrolls and the bodies and be on her way to the docks, hopefully in time to meet her companion and Sigfried and continue on her way to sand.

-Picked up-
Kage Bunshin Scrolls
ANBU scrolls

Shingais body
-Exit-