Woman in the streets, death in the sheets

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HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN Manic as always she fluttered long delicate lashes, a beast wearing beautiful skin toting a weapon of death. She wasn't new to the scene but she made it her own. "Villages are stifling." She agreed after the spiel with a long huff through her nose at him. Him drifting in made her step in too. They coul dbe close, she didn't mind company. She didn't mind vicinity long as people grasped the magnitude of boons or banes that came with it. He looked to be walking the wild side and it sparked in her eyes the amusement it tickled in her. "Men are not meant to lead men. All are born on the same coil and reach it one way or another. It takes.. divinity and it's decision to intervene that pulls such a delicate life off it's tracks and offers a glimpse into that forbidden world of theirs." She walked in towards him too with the ultimate decision she wasn't going to stop until they were chest to chest. She liked to be as close to danger as her dreadfully immortal life could bring her. "Freedom... that's it. Freedom. Freedom from the coil. From rigid order!" She reached for him and whether he swatted at her or not, even if they had to fight she was going to hook that finger in his collar and hold tight. A pale black widow with an hourglass of blood. "I joined Rain once and I found quickly it was a mistake, I have found where I belong and it looks to me you are searching for the same thing- so you are either open to the mercy of Jashin or you are toying with me- fair warning, they both end in A lot of blood. Only one of them doesn't have to all be yours." That cute button nose crinkled and her gaze dropped to his chin. Alcohol made her nose burn but she could stand up to a nuke, a little alcohol wasn't going to beat her. "As a vagabond you're almost indebted to as the very least inquire on it yourself in search of a place you belong." The pause was for a long breath that rose in her slender chest, "I won't twist your arm into it buuuut I might cut them off~" Pearly teeth bit her lower lip and she swayed on her feet, ripping the glow of her eyes up towards his face once more. "You've nothing to lose and everything to gain Mr. Deserter. I'll visit the manor, you visit a temple and a few pages of my Necronomicon."

[Y]

Ayumu was wandering now through the night, and rolling with it. The world was strange and the air was fresh and the night was still going, although before long day would break and the unbelievable clarity of dawn would be upon them. In away, the young man was dreading it. What good was the dawn? He almost feared the illumination and the unspeakable clarity that would come with this hangover, but he knew that he would manage. He had piloted that ship many times before. He had taught himself how to be human again.

As the girl approached him, and spun a tale about her search for freedom, sharing the anxiety brought upon her by her temporary binding, only to re-iterate that her present state suited her well: she felt belonging in her fanatical devotion to Jashin. In her toying and flirting and threatening way she would approach him and touch him, hooking the collar of his shirt. Ayumu would lift his chin contemplatively and turn it to the left, biting his lip ever so slightly and furroughing his eyebrows. The bottle he stole would be dangling at his side in his left hand. With his free right he would reach up and touch Hecate on the shoulder.

"Tit-for-tat, eh? I dig it. I've met a few anarchist chicks in my day, but not like this. Let's take the world out for a spin. My world, your world, what's the difference anyways?" Alcohol was emboldening his speech. He was aware of it. He just didn't care. "Besides, cuz'. You say blood's gonna spill. But I think you're forgetting something. My blood is your blood, is our blood. And it looks like we're covered in it." Ayumu would laugh a bit, sliding his arm down her side. He would rap on her gorey torso with his ring finger, on which he bore the simple of their joint clan, the unbeding fan.

Here his behavior would take a swing. Hecate had been keeping him within reach, pulling him by his collar, but Ayumu would pull her even closer. With a drunken smile, he would look directly into her eyes, tilting his head and examining her face carefully. The smile was one of sheer suspension of disbelief. In this moment, Ayumu's mind began to drift. Carefully, from above, he would drink in every detail of this cultists face, searching, as if for some strange detail he had been missing. He would hold his face mere inches from hers, and have himself entirely around hers. His smile would widen, nearly breaking with a half chuckle, but his eyes would remain calm and perceptive. He now had the bloodied cousin all-but-surrounded. Her left side reamined open to the air of the cold desert night, as he could not hold her and his bottle of liquor at once.

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HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN The moment was a mix and mash of irritant and jubilation, his smell doing it's best to ruin this moment of ambiance. They were indeed locked in blood and murder but who was going to stop them? Not a soul alive had succeeded in killing the unkillable one in her days and if all went to pot she had another for the love of Jashin. She was in denial honestly- somewhere in the back of that broken mind she was happy yes but the work of Jashin was lonely. She perked a little when he tugged her in but she didn't flinch away when he leaned in. Her eyes lit the immediate space between them with their ominous quiet glow, both locking on to one of his as she replied to his chuckle with a giggle of her own. She liked this one. "Then it is settled." She muttered across at him towards his lips, her gaze dropping to them then back. She expected him to be bluffing and she was just going to be herself. If he ran he'd just die winded and exhausted and fighting her would just be a mercy killing. She was in the pocket here. Nothing to lose and everything to gain. "You come to the temple and let me lead you through the ritual, read from the Necronomicon a bit and see how it makes you feel." They likely looked like blood stained lovers relishing a fresh kill and is Jashin blessed her with fortune she'd have a companion at long last. "I call first dibs! Lady's right and all that" She fluttered her lashed and smirked,"Besides. It's rude to keep a lady waiting and I've been doing all of the setup, I think it's only fair you come to the temple first." The elders woul dbe pleased too! If they were even still there...

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The girl moved in and out as if in a dance, swinging her body weight with some strange sort of reserved jubilation. He would let her blink and speak and bat her eyes and tell him what was happening. Temples, rituals... I wonder just how powerful this old religion is. Hmmm. Ayumu would mull the thoughts over, but not let them dominant his mind, instead, he would smile and turn a bit away.

"A temple, eh? Is there one here? In Hitofuki?" He would lift the bottle up and take a bigger swig, bracing against what might come. He would slide his free hand across to the close side of her back, and then gently let it fall from her back. He would turn to her and squint a little bit, moving his hand over his face. Despite the growing numbness, he was still a little uncomfortable.

"Well, I suppose we at least ought to check out the scene." He would say, shaking his head and trying to stamp out the last of his uncertainty.

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HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN She kept with the tone of the conversation but it was clear that in the end she had a single minded goal to pull him into the faith. It was simply meant to be and she wasn't going to let him pull out of it without loving some flesh in the process. "There are three cities and they make up a tri-state area however the locations are sacred. I cannot bring you there myself you must be brought there by an elder of the council and judge if you are worthy but I wouldn't drag you there to die if I didn't think you weren't worthy." Her eyes twinkled still when his hand fell away and she too drifted away, her feet leaving the ground slowly, anchored by her hooked clawed finger in the collar of his shirt. "You must perform a task that will show them you are willing and able of mind and body. The same task I've been trying to get you to do all night but one or two petty men wont do." She pulled on his collar to bring her heels close to the ground, hovering in place though through what means could be anything. The wings. Magic. Chakra. Sorcery. Curses. Blessings. One of the many boon's of Jashin? "I am here in Suna to kill the leader of the Village hidden int he sand one Shiki Senri. I am going to attack the captial of Suna to send him a message, Ayumu!" Her smile was all teeth and manic chaos. "Jashin's will is everywhere! This slaughter will gain the favor of the council and they will invite yo in for your consultation to the faith. If the world of these 'ninja' taking life is secondary. They train it into you and train the humanity out of you. Killing for the sake of sovereignty and homeland. Jashin will have you killing for the sake of perserving their humanity- les they die like nameless beasts for the sake of another man too shallow and scared to fight his own battles. The Kages. Laughable. Come- there is much planning and the gears are already in motion~" She was going to destroy this city with or without him. He didn't have much choice about coming along but participation was wholly his choice.

[Master Game]

[Enter]

In the sand-ridden street of Hitofuki, the figures of the pair of Uchiha strolling and chatting were discretely being followed. In the breaking of dawn, a short, dark silhouette could barely be briefly be seen, leaping from one from one rooftop to the next. Shoko Natamura had planned on following the duo for a pair longer, but the sun would soon be rising to create beautiful splashes of red and orange hues on the sky's canvas. While the heavens were still painted an aesthetic indigo, Shoko thought to switch from his plan of stealthily following and just get down to revealing himself.

The young boy smirked through his Vanguard of the Wolf mask, he was quite familiar with the face and body-type of one of the targets. In fact, he had a bit of history, that type that made him hesitate on how to proceed. Shoko thought of more tricks and games but if it didn't work last time it wouldn't work now.

The thing is, Shoko was actually in front of them. After finding out the perpetrators of the fiasco from a few hours earlier, he sought to circle around and keep track of their movements from the front, but with enough distance between them to not have his movements give away his presence. That would be impossible now with the sun rising. Sighing, Shoko decided to get it on with, fear of death was not something that irked his mind... for the deranged shinobi had already experienced something far worse.

The sand ninja didn't come to or quarrel or kill, but was fairly equipped as a shinobi should be. By the boy's belt he had three quick-loaders, one full of a slot of smoke pellets, another a slot of northern wind and the final one contained about five zipties. There was a patrol pack on him that carried some standard gear. A large medical pack hung off his butt. It contained 1 Healer's gem, 1 gem of Jutsu Reflection, 15 Telekinesis gems, 15 troll stone, 15 chakra gems, 50 Spirit amber and finally 10 military ration pills.

Shoko and propelled himself off the roof of the building he stood with a single leap after a three-metre running start. With a thud, the boy would contort his body upon making contact with the ground feet-first and roll over his shoulder. This would be followed by a seamless transition from nullifying the impact of the ground to standing instantly. Exactly 25-metres in front him were Hecate and man whom he'd briefly recognised and was certainly involved in this affair.

"Hey there."

Shoko slowly remove his mask to reveal a dark-grin on his visage.

"Been a while, hasn't it?"

[Y]

Shit hit the fan, so to speak.

As Ayumu entered his drunken fog, reality would blend into something strangely beautiful, yet mystifyingly horrible. The girl he was holding, was she floating before him? And uttering incoherent gibberish about death and the future and ... killing the God-Damn Kazekage? Ayumu shook his head and squinted as she spoke. Cousin... He thought, but his mouth hung open instead, a slack-jawed look of awe washing over him. This shit was dumb, mad dumb. But also was something. And she was... his cousin. His charge. He couldn't just. You know. Bale out.

"The Kazekage of Sunagakure?" He would mutter, eyes widening slightly. Of all the ninja in the world, the ones from Sunagakure were not particularly reprehensible. It was Kusagakure no Sato, and Konoha no Sato where the two major genocides of the clan had taken place. However, ninja were the perpetual villains in the epic of the clan's line. And if this psycho bitch went into her plan willy-nilly, they'd be the perpetrator of the next great tragedy. Through this thought spiral, Ayumu would tumble for a moment, before squaring up his shoulders and leaning into the absurd moment. Forget it, man. Just believe. All the rest will fall into place... Perhaps it was the excitement of family of companionship or the crazy beauty of the moment, two strangers meeting in the night. Perhaps it was the union of their blood. But Ayumu felt a great... buzzing in his head. Perhaps it was the Tequila after all.

Suddenly, a third stranger would emerge onto the scene, well-armed and armored with the equipment of a stealthy fucker, an assassin, a shinobi, a bounty hunter, that sort of thing. No strange cultist or junkie, that was certain. Ayumu would watch the stranger carefully as he landed on the ground. Ayumu would grimace at the fellow, not in a threatening way, so much as with a sign of mild distaste. Then he would raise the bottle to his lips, not taking his eye off the stranger, and take another swig, as if washing away the bad taste his arrival left in his mouth. He would watch as the absolute madman took off that fancy mask he'd been wearing, and showed his face right off the bat. Ayumu would nudge Hecate. "You know this guy?"

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HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN Hecate was ready to take off but all at once a familiar face came tumbling down and she almost struck him down on the spot without so much as a word. Lucky for him he had a familiar face. Or unlucky. The mask came off and she crossed her arms with a cocksure smirk. "Hello yourself little dove." She crooned... but she had to YELL over a distance of 25 meters for them to be heard from such an insane distance. "I do know him. He was a young boy I'd too offered the gift of Jasin but he's lost that favor now unless this is him now surrendering to the faith and coming to be with Jashin as he should. As ALL should." She wiggled her fingers his way and smiled, beckoning him closer... to a distance they could actually talk over.

[Master Game]

Body position, gaze, breathing, lower-body movement and upper-body movement. Shoko was well aware that the jashinist could try to strike him down at any moment, and so would take in all of these details about her and her companion so as to react accordingly if any hostile actions were attempted. Shoko moved slowly towards, Hecate and the other man who's name he didn't know.

Once the boy was just fifteen metres away, he'd stop. realising that progressing any further might not be in his best interests. His hazel-brown irises focused on Hecate.

"Dearly sorry if I was interrupting anything." The boy would gesture to Ayumu briefly. "You might already have guessed that meeting you here was no accident. There was an... "incident" at a taqueria not too long ago. I was following the tracks that should've lead me to the perpetrators of that incident, and well, stumbled upon you two."

Shoko's face, as always, was deadpan serious.

"And no, I'm not here to make an arrest. I'm... respectful of other religions as I told you once before and not interested in stopping you from carrying out Jashin's will."

Not unless it directly involves me, the sunagakure-nin forgot to say.

"You both, "technically", completed my mission. So... thanks I guess." Shoko was true to his words and his face portrayed no hint of a deception or an ulterior motive.

[Y]

They did know each other. Ayumu was stunned by this development. Here, the psycho bitch had to make her choice. If she was willing to play along, and let this fucker pop in and pop out, fully alive and unmolested, he certainly wasn't going to interfere. He would purse his lips and pop a sideways glance to his new acquaintance, becoming more and more animated as the night began to wear on and strange things came to new and different lights to be seen.

"Does that mean you got beef with this dude, or he's cool in your book?" Ayumu would say, cooly and loosely, as the boy made his advance forward.

He would listen to the drivel about the mission. Looks like there was heat on that taqueria. Man. Not an arrest though, but Ayumu slung his shoulders back and stood next to Hecate, wondering what came next from her.

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HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN "I don't do beef, sweetheart. I only do the butchering." She whispered to Ayumu while shoko inched forward and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. While Ayumu stepped aside she just started to float in the direction of Shoko unimpeded. "You couldn't arrest me if you wanted to so lets drop the formalities." Time was of the essence. "How am I? ine, thank you for asking. Yes it is good to see you too, no I am not up to anything good" she sighed and prattled on "Speaking of JAshin and his will." There she fixed stare on him that didn't hold that human intellect. I twas baser. Animal. Only saw in black and white. "I think it is about time you make your call and choose a side. Sheep or Jashin. His divine will has put me on a collision course with the Village of Sand and when the final hour is on you... you're either dead or standing among them. What will it be, Shoko?" Behind her a bony black tail flicked back and forth excitedly. "I don't like killing prospects but I will not hesitate to peel your skin off you while you're still breathing."

[Master Game]

As Heacte approached the boy, he would not allow her to get any closer than 10 metres before walking backwards to put more distance between them.

"Aww, its cute that you haven't given up on me yet."  A sarcastic smile was imprinted on the sand ninja's bronze face.

"But you give me less credit than I'm worth if you think my mind could be changed in such a short time about whose allegiance I lie with." The lad's previously dull eyes lit up like kindling flames, giving them a orangy-hazel glow as he stared back at the jashinist with a defiant look in his eye.

"Just as you serve your "god", I serve my mine with undying loyalty and reckless trust. Sunagakure has been the only thing giving my life meaning so far in this warped reality of varying shades of grey colours. Understand at this moment that if the village or the kage ever ordered me to kill you on the spot Hecate, I would do so with unflinching resolve."

That was right. As he stood here in the middle of the street, talking to the devotee of Jashin, he would feel the sand beneath his feet and be invigorated by it and everything it represented. The scarf around his neck concealing his headband would soothe his soul, reminding of just who he was. The maniacal woman's offer had once been tempting, but Shoko no longer had any doubts about how he wanted to both live and die.

But there was something that concerned him...

His divine will has put me on a collision course with the Village of Sand

There was no sugar-coating exactly what that phrased implied. Hecate was up to something, something that could more than likely threaten the prosperity of his own home Sunagakure. That could not be excused. The shinobi's eyes narrowed like the sharp, beady ones of a cat.

Just how much intel can I get out of her?... before she tries to lob off my head to make sure I never leave this place with it.

That was a question he would only now the answer to if he dipped into the hot water without hesitation. A feat a lot easier said than done.

[Y]

Ayumu would stride forward with his companion as she floated, taking the bottle away from his face and placing it on the ground. It would stand upright, although precariously. There was still some booze left in the bottle, after all. With staggering step, he would make his way forward at equal pace to Hecate, his head bent sideways. He was playing at being intimidating at this point. Here was a wannabe shinobi – the natural reaction to encountering two strange and powerful figures in the night was fear, and Ayumu would understand the raw beauty there was in that. He wasn't going to ruin the boy's suspension of disbelief for the moment.

Ayumu would halfheartedly listen to the boys little rant. Something about Sunagakure... this boy is a worse Zealot than Hecate. Boy does that shit piss me off. Damn Ninja, think they get to tell people what to do. Ayumu was not, by nature, an angry drunk, but in this moment there was an intense flow to the thing, a place to go, a direction to move. He would continue walking forward as the boy back-pedaled, happy with the 10 meter distance between them. The bottle would be something like five meters behind him when he began speaking,

"Hey, Hecate. This guy doesn't need to hear the song and dance. If he's not going to give us a hand, he ought to beat it." Ayumu would perform a series of handseals which, ostensibly, would be those required to activate the Sharingan. However, just as he said the word "beat" it, the jutsu would complete and instead a burst of raw energy would be visible to the young ninja. A fabulous, yellow roman candle would shoot across his field of vision and leave splinters all over his mind, making him numb and dazed for a few seconds.

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False Theurgy
Rank: "C"
Skill: Supplementary
Effect: User may mimic one Jutsu for another.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: Within the amount of time of performing a Jutsu, the user can adjust the handseals to mimic those of another Jutsu of the user's choice of the same Rank. Any creature using Chakra Lore, or any other means to identify the Jutsu the user is performing believes it to be the other Jutsu instead.
Limit: Must learn from Universal Miscellaneous. Must know Fake Jutsu. Must know Acting (45 points). Must know Sleight of Hand (45 points). Must know Chakra Lore (45 points).

Fireworks
Rank: "C" [Will Save 10 + [2 per Class = 2 * 5] + 10 + [Charisma 9 / 2] + 4 + [Genjutsu Focus] 6 + [Jutsu Focus(Gen)] 4] + 6 [Impeccable Will] + 1 [Master Illusionist] = 41
Skill: GenJutsu
Effect: This Jutsu envelops the target in a blast of light and color so intense it overloads their senses and renders them stunned for 1d4 rounds.
Special: "Handseals"
Drawback: ---
Description: A Mind-Affecting Technique. Affects anyone 1 target. The user is able to perform this technique at a distance of 7 meters plus 6 meters per class level. The duration of this technique lasts for 1 round. This technique may be disbelieved once interacted with. This Jutsu envelops the target in a blast of light and color so intense it overloads their senses and renders them stunned for 1d4 rounds. If the target makes a successful save, they are only dazzled for 1 round.
Limit: Must know the Pattern Perception.

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HECATE  UCHIHA HAND OF JASHIN A part of her was saddened the moment he started that rambling. Like he was so utterly disrespectful he couldn't just say no. He had to waste her time with talking. She was even going to interject but Ayumu got his own little word in and while she recognized the seals for Sharingan she had no idea what the others were or the sequence for that matter. "Oi!" She protested as it seemed things were going to start getting interesting out of the blue. "Fine but if we're going to kill him I need to see how fast he can run first. Her wings fluttered behind her and her fingers flirted with the staff of her scythe salaciously. "Fight or flee little sheep~" She had no idea what Ayumu had done but she had herself an idea what SHE was going to do.

[Y]

Woah I'm starting to feel dizzy...

Ayumu's mind was suddenly stricken by the force of the thing he was doing. The illusion, he thought, as if dazed by his own creation. The strange light of the thing illuminated both his face, the face of the stranger – but most importantly, the face of his new companion in a very strange way. The force of his illusion would seem to overpower the youth, who would stand there, but suddenly that was hardly the most important thing.

The firework – the image that had been prepared in Ayumu's mind was suddenly so compelling, so fluid – let's... Suddenly, the image of the explosion itself replaced the image of the boy before him. It was as if the vision which had appeared to him had been created explicitly to conjure this image of a firework from within.  

"Hecate. It's incredible." His head would turn slowly between the girl beside him and the bottle behind him. Quickly he would stagger back to the bottle behind him and scoop it up in his left hand, and then he would return to his cousin. "Where do you want to go?"