The Kusagkure Prison [Open]

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One way or another... perhaps from attenpting to steal some precious item from the tower of the Grass Shadow, the six-armed Kusa nin Hasan ended up in the dark stone prisons of the Hidden Village. He had been stripped of his weaponry and was dressed in the blackest of robes; they were ruddy and he writhed in them: they had not been anywhere near how immaculate as his usual albicant raiment, and he seemed deeply sullen in this cellar.

"Yariyari... how long must I rot away down hereeeee?!?!!!!" he screamed, pulling his dirtied dreads in anger, sadness and anxiety.

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The horde of the prison seemed to only be increasing with the rumored disappearance of yet another Kusakage... criminals of all pedigrees roamed their prison cells; guards were always on high alert and would gang up on those who tried to rebel against them and their order. Hasan being naturally cool remained in his own cell and looked out as a few others got beaten down by batons. Since their hands had been bound, none here seemed to possess the ability to use one-handed seals for jutsu. This was depressing torture.

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A few hours passed and the guards seemed to have grown tired of beating sense into these captives. What they did next was release the prisoners in the large, 50 meter by 50 meter open field in the center of the Kusagakure no Sato prison; each man was then freed from his restraints and rubbed their wrists trying to get the blood flowing back to their hands. Above the gathering crowd on high walls that not even the tree climbing exercise could help conquer, guards equipped with crossbows stood firm. Had a prisoner tried to escape----execution on sight. One red headed man tried to make a break for the wall, foolishly thinking he possessed the naturally speed to out run fifty of the best marksmen in Grass. His body became riddled with their arrows as he fell back onto the ground in a messy pool.

The Kumomusha had been the only one of his kind to be trapped in this place. He looked around and noticed a few other people hailing from various clans across the nation, but did not see his ally Gits. Perhaps he had managed to escape the countryside... perhaps he died.

An intercom broke this train of thought and snapped all the other prisoners to attention. The static cleared and issued forth the voice of a woman. "Greetings gentlemen... or should I say, you damned savages?" her soft voice sounded sadistic as she then broke into laughter. "This is a killing tournament. A free-for-all in this very complex. There were one hundred of you, but after the foolish attempt of Dead Red there, you have one less person to worry about. And be thankful, too, I heard he hailed from the prestigious Airontonku... it's such a shame, really. I had the hots for him.." Her voice cut off as the intercom static returned and then faded away in a moment. One of the guards stationed above in a Wolfish mask issued a command down to the center:

"FIGHT!!!"


Hell broke loose and Hasan dashed through punches and elemental techniques as he tried to figure out how to make a getaway.

[Anri of the Grass]

As all the fighting broke out the Warden walked out to the outer gates to see how her little plan was going. Watching as punches and elements fly by she lets out a weak laugh followed by her bottom right arm pushing her glasses further up her nose, causing the sun to catch them perfectly to glint with brilliance. Men and murderers alike we're all rumbling for the chance to leave, the chance to be crowned the strongest of the scum. Thru out all the chaos the woman could see that her favorite prisoner was missing, and she wanted to see what he could do more than the rest of them.

Chinami Kumomusha: Current warden of the prison found inside the walls of Kusagakure. She was half Kumomusha and half Kasuta  and 100% cold-hearted bitch. She dressed in a formal attire, a black pantsuit fitted specifically for her form, and her 6 arms of course.  Her glasses fit to her face and form around the small irregularly shaped nose she was cursed with. She stood 5 foot flat with out shoes, and 5'4 in her heels. Long black hair draped down her back in a straight long perfect "V". Her brown eyes looked black in most light and for the most part she was always wearing a lot of make up. Most people had called her the Black Widow of Kusagakure, but she was simply know around the prison as a god.

As she stood there waiting for most the smoke to clear she got impatient. "Where are you my dear Hasan." She cackled looking for her soon to be victim among all the destruction looking for the other spider among the whole prison. She had picked him and would find him no matter what it would take.

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OOC: will make techs and shit if need be, for now lets get started

[stickysweets]

The elusive ninja's dreadlocks sprang from their tie as he ducked underneath a heavy clothsline. It seemed most men here weren't ninjutsu users but taijutsu specialists. If Hasan could only stay faster than them... then his pretty face wouldn't feel their ugly fists. He kept moving.

A voice----soft, smooth and sultry crossed through the fanfare of combat into the ear of Hasan. Had it been the way she said his voice? Between dodging blows and back flipping his way away from attackers, Hasan looked up to see the spider Warden. His eyes leered for a moment, but then his focused returned to a group of prisoners that rushed him.

"Slow him down... break his fucking legs and his arms if you have to, boys!" their leader squealed; the small fatty increased the size of his arm by four times and swung a mean hook at Hasan. The boy swiftly performed seals, and as the fist connected, a poof of smoke appeared and immediately he replaced himself with a wooden construct. The leader hissed. "Do I have to do everything around here?!---I said get him!!" Just then, two men rushed Hasan, who had reappeared five meters to the right.

"Oh shiiiiitttt!!" He moaned as he broke into a run, far more nimble and swifter than his pursuers. Taking some time to run, he also began to create sticky spider gold in his mouth. The technique he wished to use would take a moment more, but that was nothing a straight-forward Shunshin could not ensure that he lived to see as he bound 10 more meters before his antagonists.

[DJ Loki]

((OOC: Coal I'm assuming you arrived with us to make this go more smoothly. We're jumping right into it.))

[This F*$%ing Day...]

Yuri arrived at the prison, with Zianna and Houkou trailing behind her. She was had on her usual green dress, with her Kusakage cloak draped over it. Both of them were composed completely of Paper, from top to bottom. On her right hip she had 2 utility pouches, inside of those pouches were 3 Cluster, Scatter, Widen, Silence Smoke grenades, a re breather, and an electronic compass. On her left Hip she held two swords, her Hyoshi Blade, and Antirrhinum. She wore a golden circlet on her head that held the greater fire energy gem. She had a pair of gold earrings that held the The Cold and Electricity Greater Energy gems. Around her neck was a golden rather extravagant choker that held the Greater Acid Energy gem. And on her wrist she wore a bracelet that housed the Greater Sonic energy gem. This bundle of jewelry was fit for a Princess, valuing well over 2mil ryo in total. Her feet held the heavily stylized Focke Wolfe Air Trecks.

As they got closer to the prison, her clothing began to darken in color as she was getting herself prepared for battle. Her green dress turned black, and shuffled itself to a tank top and loose fitting sweatpants. Again all of her articles of clothing were made of paper, and would provide her with added defense if needed. Her cloak turn black and with gold lining as a hood formed over her head. She folded her arms as she stood there before the prison and began to address the two ninja that were with her.

"Listen up... because I'm pissed. There's a riot going on in my prison, and I'm already getting reports that several of the guards have been killed. I am not going to enjoying informing the families of those guards, that their loved one is dead, because some assholes couldn't stay in line. I consider their actions, a direct betrayal towards Kusa. Houkou... you know how I feel about traitors. So here's the deal." Yuri's eyes were hidden beneath the hood, so the boundless rage that was in them were hidden, but the tinge of rage in her voice would be plan for all to hear. "The best way to keep people like this in order, is fear. So, we are going to quell this riot, with a good of old fashion culling. Leave just enough to alive so they can let any who come after them, what happened."

Yuri looked over her shoulder, "33% of the violent prisoners survive. Leave the passive one's be. That means for every 3 prisoners you fight, leave one alive. However, the one you let live, relieve them of a body part that they will miss." Yuri then turned back towards the prison as she activated her Byakugan. As she activated her Doujutsu she finished by saying, "I'll stay out here and scanned for any prisoners that might try and sneak out during the commotion. Stay on your toes. Most all just hired thugs, but there are a few ninja in there. Expect anything, and do not hesitate." These words were meant for Zianna, as she knew damn well there was no hesitation in Houkou when it came to this kind of work. Yuri swiped her hand out to the side saying in a cold dead voice,

"Mission Start..."

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[ziannagoffe]

Zianna follows along with her Kage. She isn't much for talking and simply nods her head rather than speaking out. She makes her way inside. the size of the place, and its acoustics strike her as interesting, yet favorable. Dimly lit hallways made of stone and concrete metal and misery allow sound to travel easily over a long distance and enhance her natural ability to perceive sound. She walks and listens as she passes some bars hearing yelling in the distance and the sounds of a struggle. Zianna taps her cane sword as she approaches. Not to many people, especially prisoners, especially men, would find the 5 foot 2 tiny woman in any way intimidating, and she knows this, so she changes her tactic to work on stealth. she picks up her sword and draws it and stops tapping, the natural sounds of the area work to her advantage and the chaos and in many places darkness. she makes her way to a shadowed area, by chance and waits in the shadows. after a while she decides to instead of using her swords go for the knife, a slit to the throat will be effective. she sheaths her blade, reaches into her bag and draws her knife and waits patiently for her target. She might be a ninja, but she knows her limitations better than anyone else. Its far better for her to get the jump on someone else, then be jumped herself.

[stickysweets]

Chaos had seemed to possess the life form of the Ouroboros, for it would never cease within the steely compounds of the Kusagakure no Sato prison. With a previously failed escape attempt thwarted by the Kumomusha warden, Hasan had been left to rot within the walls of his cell. Yet in two years time, he had managed to befriend few and enrage many; this had led to him learning more clan techniques that he needed to survive in these cold prison cells of Grass country. As he lay on his cot with his arms akimbo underneath his head, he wandered if he would ever get out of here...

Today seemed no different than that fateful day two years ago. Calamity had sprung a vital leak in the infrastructure of Kusa's prison, and several inmates began to riot, which ignited a larger flame within the numerous captives located in the minor ninja nation's stronghold. Hasan jumped up from his bed and kicked at the door. It would become unhinged and forcefully knocked back into the opposing wall just a meter in front of it. He saw bodies flooding the corridors of the prison; twisting and writhing forms of men trying to fight and escape the maelstrom that had spilled out from the cafeteria into the dormitory or rather prison ward. The swift shinobi would utilize his nimble speed and lithe frame to vault over and around any person that had not offered him a helping hand; in effect, there would be many that had ate the dust of the zipping Kumomusha Hasan as the doors of freedom once again opened themselves.

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[An'ei Sekitan]

Wrath! Blood! Drain them Dry of Life!

High was the sun upon their arrival at the lands outside of the prison gates, beating down upon the earth like a master urging a slave, relentless and brutal. Not a cloud to be seen on such a fine killing day, as if that which people loved had turned to hate or fled that very sky, without even the chirrup of the typical exotic birds that made these lands home. A nervous timid breeze blew through the land, barely strong enough to rattle the fat leaves upon the trees some two hundred meters from them. Sekizen had opted to stay out this time, on the hunt for something he had said, but Houkou had not pried much further than that; not to mention the Worg was far to large for this kind of business.

The grass beneath his feet was soft and spongy, cushioning each foot fall that his boots would make upon that fertile soil, rustling ever so gently to weight of a man whom would oppress it in protest. Fabric would lightly kiss fabric as he walked, and it was most assuredly a he, as his black Jounin cloth pants ended their brushing with the lack of movement from his own powerful legs; his destination reached for the moment. Gravel crunched beneath his boots and a half-smoked cigarette fell to the ground like a burning meteor, disappearing into ash before it touched the earth. A bracer upon either forearm bearing three spikes, crimson in color from tip to tip, and a calloused hand connected to each. The right hand had a thumb tucked into his belt, the holder of his fifteen kunai, the slight weight of each more ornament than weapon after all these years; but that hand rested upon something powerful and that is for later. His left was within the pocket of his black cloth trousers, nonchalant in his stance, as if this were but another day in the office. A black tank top due to the heat, the swelter causing a light sheen of sweat upon his tanned flesh, from muscled chest down to his powerful calves. Tendrils of smoke curled from his nostrils.

His tongue licked a dog-tooth fang for a moment as he stood with the group, the wind ruffling his stark white hair, cut at a length to stop at his shoulders; a wild style to it. Left hand to right tricep, the man would crack his neck and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly with a bit of satisfaction. Crimson eyes not yet possessed by the limits of his blood fell upon the two, Zianna and Yuri, one fresh out in the world and the other the Kage that held him upon his leash for now. The mission was to assault the prison and, as he cracked his neck again and listened to the jingle of the metal and earrings within his ears, his grin became wide and malicious. Yuri had begun to explain the mission parameters and nothing could excite Houkou further than furious combat, wild and uncontrolled, where he could let loose and bleed the world at least a little! THE HUNT! Adrenaline was already pumping in his veins like a second heartbeat, quickening as Yuri slashed her hand through the air, defining the beginning of the slaughter. Zianna was off, quick and eager, but far too cautious, and who could blame her?

“Heh. Heh heh. Hahahaha! FINALLY!”

The blade that was upon his hip, the Dog Star, a special blade crafted in the forge of the Cathedral by the Witch Queen herself; Loki. It had the sheath of the Veil Nebula, a beautiful pattern of gases within space and particles, as if the Star Metal it was made from carried it through the creation. Within that sheath was a blade of pure destruction, powerful and unwavering, with the ability to crave through almost anything within its path. Its metal was black and violet, blue and rose, the universe seemingly contained within that infallible steel, and a darkness that brought maddening rage to those who held it. That rage was pumping through the very veins of the man, Genkaku Houkou, the Demon Dog of Kusagakure no Sato. Within a mere moment the mask of the Demon Dog was upon his face, a demonic visage of a hellish hound that allowed the metallic silver horns upon his head to be free, and they glowed with a violet demonic light. Already the Sharingan blazed within his oculi, no longer the solid crimson without pupil, but now with the ring and three tomoe akin to a powerful member of the Uchiha Clan.

The gates of the prison were before him, the courtyard that lead to the building shaped like an obese Y, rounded at the intersection and hinting at a rather large interior More for him to maim. The outer set of gates was open as the staff guards had fled to take up position on the outer perimeter, Zianna already within it had seemed, slipping through the breaks in activity. As Houkou crossed the second interior gate, the outer gate was closed and manned to aid in keeping the prisoners in with him; how unfortunate for them. Several thought they had opportunity, a lone shinobi hoping to wade through chaos, and they rushed the gates toward freedom. A single swipe of that magnificent blade, the Dog Star, and body parts fell to the earth in spray of blood and gore that cause the madness to falter for a bit, eyes falling upon this masked menace. Whispers of the Demon Dog of Kusa spread quickly.

“I assume you already know why I have come. All of you will die at my hand. Pray quickly if you have a god!”

As if lightning had been given human form, Houkou began to make swift work of the court yard, small fry after small fry as he waded through the corpses toward the building proper. His arms were slick with the blood of the fallen, but it burned and flaked away from his very skin, his level of control with Katon nearly unparalleled. As if death incarnate, the courtyard must be the graveyard, the very earth muddied with by blood and bowel excretions. Gleefully, Houkou opened the door before him, the rage in full swing of his body, for he had allowed it and none were his ally now. All were fodder. Another split in two, severed from crotch collar, as he stepped within without minding the spray of blood that showered him.

His boots clacked upon the tile as he walked through a security check point, unmanned and blooded, a few bodies here and there of guard and prisoner alike. Windows allowed shafts of sunlight in, illuminating the entire floor to display a mosaic of the symbol of Kusagakure no Sato. A vaulted ceiling was high above, the rafters hidden by wood from which electric lighting hung in the form of fluorescent long bulbs, while the walls were concrete and decorated with motivational pictures now smeared with blood and fecal matter. This was clearly the main lobby, judging from the bodies of the staff and the shinobi alike that had worked this prison, all victims of malicious intent once they were overrun. All of the women were nude and bled out, bruised and broken, while the men were barely recognizable. Without a care, Houkou walked passed them to the desk, rummaging within for a map [Observation: SP 210]. He needed to know just how large this place was. However, if he was any kind of judge of prisons, this bit was the second largest section of the entire prison, second only to the cafeteria and it was nearly three thousand square feet.

The Visitors area was a walled off section to the right of the main doors, sectioned by the protective walling that ran most of the length of the room, set up like calling booths for prisoners to see loved ones. Within the room were round tables and several chairs, as well as areas for guards and doors into a screening room on this side; which could only mean that there were heavy doors on the insides that could be easily locked with only one other exit back into the prison. The left held offices that had name plates next to the doors, but Houkou didn't care who they belonged to and could see inside them regardless, finding that they were empty and the occupants most likely gutted. Screaming could be heard in the back through the corridors, one door swinging shut slowly, the only way Zianna could have gone. Beyond it was a set of stairs up on the right and a hallway leading deeper into the complex. He could even hear the metal of catwalks down the way and smell that there were many more prisoners to play with.

[ziannagoffe]

In the shadows Zianna can her the sounds of battle. The Kage's companion is clearly doing her work. She is in an adjacent tunnel, not to far from his battle, a good 10 minutes walk at a brisk pace. The tiny woman waits patiently as the echoes of the battle rock the prison and several come her way. Three men pass her, they are larger than she wishes to take on her first kill, she likes smaller targets. Always pray on the weak. Behind the three a straggler comes. He is about 5 foot 8, though well built, skinny unlike the larger men before him. 

The prisoners think they are being stealthy, slinking in the dark, however to Zianna, it might as well be daylight. As the shorter man comes close she reaches out with her knife, and slits his throat and simultaneously pulls him back. He lets out a muffled hiss as blood sprays leaving a wet splatter on the ground and she pulls him into the shadows.

The three other men hear the noise and turn, all that remains of their straggler is a blood stain next to a darkened hallway. 

"What was that?" The largest says. "Yamato is gone, do you see that blood!" they form a line, prepared for what could come their way, however, they wouldn't be prepared for what they would see. 

In the shadows Zianna goes to work. She beheads the still living, but dying man with gruesome sounds of cutting. It isn't efficient, it isn't clean. It is personal. Beheading is her calling card, on animals she has killed over the course of her life. It originated on her father, it was how he left this world and since then it has been Zianna's calling card, though there is one more trick. The moving silently screaming head, dripps blood all over her as she lifts it up and with the knife, she removes the eyes, payback for their sight that she doesn't have. He was weak, he deserves the pain, so she feels. 

As the men approach Zianna rolls the head like a bowling ball out of the shadows, it faces up to them as he dies, contorted in pain and covered in blood. 

The two in the back begin to panic, fear setting in but the one up front remains stoic, even if terrified. "Who's there!" he shouts in a shaky voice. Zianna puts the knife away and draws her blade, she slams the metal tip of the sheath on the ground with a loud bang as she activates her Hell's ears getting an exact position on them. She steps forward the light bathing over the 5 foot two woman. Her white hair, alabaster skin, and clothing stained with blood. it covers her. She opens her blind eyes in the light as blood trickles down her hand, and over the blade. She begins to hum and starts stepping forward slowely, methodically. She is at work now, and has permission to kill. She is going to enjoy it. Every. Last. Moment.

The men are, adequately creeped out though the size of her gives a false sense of security. They run after her ready to attack, one even has a pipe. He swings upwards sand she leans back and the pipe misses her face only by millimeters. She swings her sword upwards and slices off his arm at the elbow resulting in a scream as the severed limb flies into the air, still holding the pipe and lands. her reaches down and curses screaming holding his arm as she brings the blade down and slices of his head.

Her humming gets louder and the other two run away in fear unfortunately heading straight for their death by Houkou most likely, as they are running straight his way. 

She continues humming and starts to sing to herself, the sound will attract more. Her unmistakably effeminate voice echoes through the halls. It is unnerving. She sheaths her blade and reaches down and picks up her newly severed head and begins the same process as before, removing his eyes and tossing them on the ground. She drops it and picks it up by its hair and carries iwth with her, akin to a small girl carrying a doll. This is her favorite, the squishy bloody kind. She begins to traverse deeper into the halls, the head dripping blood as she does.

Zianna isn't here to kill prisoners, she is here to murder them, play with them. Its personal. 

[stickysweets]

In his plight for freedom, Hasan smoothly avoided having to brawl with any of the more feral inmates of the prison. He had been tactfully under control of his awareness and speed, and used both to carry him unabated to a section of the complex that had now been swarming with fleeing inmates.

Yet they had not been fleeing to reach the outside... he could hear them all yelling and crying about a demon dog? He shrugged it off and tried to further push past these men after completing the hand seals required for the Wood Buckler. Two were outfitted on his opposing wrists, and he managed to barge through a group of men using his speed to overwhelm their combined weight. And that is when he had seen it.

Out in the court yard, there had been two bloody spectacles occurring. The first he had seen was a small girl, probably not much older than his sister, killing hordes of the prison denizens with effortless grace. He had wondered how in the hell did she even get in here, and why were there being so many killings of the inmates? He probably could have took her on, but then again, he was dressed in all white; there would be no way he could deal with another riot causing his albicant raiment to become saturated with the hues of blood and sweat. He tried to go in the opposite direction, and then froze in his tracks immediately. It was there... the Demon Dog. For what ever reason, during his extended stay in prison, he recollected several inmates telling stories of a red-eyed man possessing white hair. They spoke only of him in terror, awe and admonishment. They said that seeing him would spell an instant death to anyone who made eye contact with him-----Hasan instantly snapped his body and face to the left, as he had witnessed this legend tear a man limb from limb. With so much chaos occurring around them all, it would have been difficult to pinpoint the Kumomusha who had briefly stopped to observe both the Kusagakure kunoichi and the Demon Dog. He would immediately break into a string of Shunshin to find another alternative to escaping the prison than the front gate.

"What the fuck was I thinking..! These guys are turning the prison into a butcher's shop!" He would rapidly rush past all obstacles in the prison and seemed to care little for anyone else. It would allow him valuable time to send these men to their deaths against such an opposing force while the spider tried to find another way home... He wondered if he could shoot an arrow of sticky gold that would be strong enough to break through the wall of the prison. That might just work.. but first he would have to find somewhere safe enough to prime his Hidenjutsu attack.

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Mokuton: Kodate No Mokuzai No Jutsu (Buckler of Wood Technique)
Rank: D, C
Skill: Supplementary Ninjutsu
Effect: The user makes a small buckler type shield that is connected to the user’s forearms.
Special: Handseals “Ram” “Snake” “Ram”
Drawback: None
Description: The user will perform the handseals and create a small circular buckler-type shield that will be attached to the user’s forearm. This shield is normal wood so it can break if it is hit with sufficient force. The “C” Rank jutsu is when the user creates two shields, one on each arm.
Limit: Mokuton Jutsu

Shunshin - Oshi

Shunshin - Sha

Prepping attack

[ziannagoffe]

It was after a moment she begins to hear someone running from her. The tiny woman begins to follow moving aroudn the same obsticals as he does, carrying along the disected head like a girl carrying around a doll. She humms as she walks. Any prisoners seeing her with the severed head covered in blood keep their distance, and for a good reason! She looks creepy as hell. She rounds the corner where the prisoner had run off to and stands there and drops the head. "Hello." she says calmly drawing the blade with ease. "Do you want to play a game?" she asks. This time not going immediately for the kill, but rather talking, which could be more dangerous. the light hits her eyes and her blindness is noticeable. She is covered head to toe in hot fresh blood, her white garments completely stained with it. the 5 foot 2 woman is out of place here, both with her blindness and her gender. its a males prison. she has clearly been sent in from the outside.

[An'ei Sekitan]

The throng of bodies before him was…annoying, but that brief flash of chakra was intriguing, though he could not see the source beyond these unwashed masses. A single swipe of his blade and the blood of dozens sprayed the wall, gouging deep line through the stone as it traveled, and cutting through the wall at the far end of the hallway like a hot knife through warm butter. Expertly he had avoided the blood, moving as if in a stop motion frame, and he was racing down the halls toward where he had seen the puff of chakra. Surely there were more powerful people than this in the prisons of Kusa, or what was the purpose of having them?

Almost leisurely Houkou would begin to stroll down the hallways, licking at the blood on his right hand, knowing that it wasn’t his and delighting in it. The rage had full control over him and had cooled to that perfect psychopathic rage, latching on to not Houkou, but the psychotic that was inside his mind, another soul named Sora. Locked up for nearly a year with nothing, utter darkness, the soul known as Sora had gone mad. Honestly, it was his own fault for occupying a clone body that Houkou had grown for himself, and he should have moved out when the rightful owner came for his possessions. That had not been the case. Dog Star, it seemed, could bring that murderer out of the cage like a perfectly fit Key to a Lock.

“Does anyone else want to play!? Anyone at all!? Don’t be shyyyyyyy! Hahahahaha!”

His boots squelched with each step and he cut grooves into the wall on his left as he passed like tick marks through the deep gouge his Dragon Strike had left.

[stickysweets]

Having escaped much of the turmoil, Hasan managed to reach a destination near the back end of the prison, where many prisoners usually rested after a day's work in the courtyard. Despite the lengths of the halls located in the Kusagakure confines, he could still hear the bloody screams of the inmates who had fallen victim to the Dog of Kusagakure.

In time, he had managed to gather enough chakra to perform his hidenjutsu technique. The sticky substance oozed out of his mouth; its aurulent color gleamed in the low-lit prison cell where he hid. As the liquid began to hit the air, it started to harden into a clump before he manipulated it to his will. In time, it would soon take on Hasan's likeness, but was a dark gold color throughout. The Genin then commanded the thing to charge at the wall with its steely body, which it did without hesitation in performing its objective. Once the Kurogane Bunshin crashed through the wall, Hasan followed after it, yet insisted that the thing stay behind to deal with the crazed white-haired murderer within the courtyards. Hasan himself would craftily circle around the front of the building to get back inside the village itself. If he had happened to run into a person, then perhaps he could use them as a hostage if necessary. His lithe frame carried him skillfully towards his destination.

Back on the inside of the prison, the Kurogane Bunshin would run forward to confront the crimson eyed War Dog. It stood within the cluster of men who remained and dared challenge the might of the infamous Chuunin. The original Hasan had been within the conscious proximity of his creation, and thus noticed everything that it had. Yet in time, his eyes would spot a woman standing near the front gates of the Kusagakure prison...

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Kurogane Bunshin no Jutsu
Rank: C Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: Creates a clone of the user.
Special: ---
Drawback: Takes 1 post to form in mouth.
Description: After having chewn the Spider Sticky for long enough, the user can spit it out and create a clone looking exactly like the user. This is no ordinary clone though, as as soon as the Spider Sticky comes in contact with oxygen the clone will automatically become harder than steel and virtually unbreakable. The clone cannot perform Nin or Gen -Jutsu.
Limit: Must know Kumo Nenkin. Must be of the Kumomusha Clan.

[DJ Loki]

[Low Groan...]

Yuri looked at the what was happening and her eyes where scanning the majority of the prisons walls. She had a bored, yet concerned looked on her face. She didn't like the way that sword was making Houkou act. It looked like he was going crazy, but she couldn't deny the power that was coming from it. She'd have to have a word with him about it afterwards, if he was in his right mind that was. However, there was something else that was grabbing her attention as well. It seemed they had a rather sly criminal trying to saunter off. Yuri got off of the gate she was leaning on and began to walk towards the individual.

Once he entered within 100 meters she was easily able to track him. She walked into his path, and stood there to cut him off. Her Kusakage Cloak rustled, as she hands were placed into her pockets. No one had made it pass Houkou so far, so it seemed she'd finally get a little bit of action.

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