The fateful meeting

[Kinz]

Citing on the sidewalk in a remote Bird country village, Muteki began stroking his shaggy beard with his right hand. Since his awakening he had developed a habit of doing this, one he hoped would go away when he finally found a good moment to shave the stupid looking thing.

Apparently Muteki had picked the wrong time to come to Bird. If he had gathered a little more information he would have known that the new chunin exams were being held in the Bird country. It would be crawling with ninja. Hopefully none would know, or notice him. Muteki just continued sitting there trying to figure out his next move as the day rolled on.

[adero]

And thus arriving at the border of Earth and of Bird, our young puppeteer would begin to head towards the town which the exams would be held in.

Feet pattering along the sidewalk, his eyes would gaze about as he traversed the outskirts of town, attempting to head towards the central area in which the exams would be taking place. Such a place would seem dark, dank, and indeed quite disgusting, for the riches of such a country were most definitely placed elsewhere.

No matter, for as he continued along his way, the puppeteer would pause, his giant white bandaged package upon his back swaying, he would press against his back as he stopped. Gazing down at the street before him, it seemed that a homeless fellow, or rather a bum, would be sitting in his path occupying the entire street. Shaking his head slowly, the puppeteer would hesitate as he attempted to press forward, and in doing so, his foot would nudge against the person, accidentally kicking them in their face.

[Kinz]

As Muteki sat there pondering, a hard object collided with his face. Normally this would knock someone over, but in Muteki’s case the foot went right through his forehead and the person’s leg was now protruding from his face. Muteki struggled with only half a jaw to yell curses at the person. His face was beginning to reform on the inside of the persons leg, and he was shocked at what his green eyes gazed at before him.

“Ny….Ny….Nyzu?” After blurting out these words Muteki realized his mistake. He wanted no one to know of his existence, and here he was reintroducing himself to an old ally. With a quick jerk Muteki stood and began walking rather hurriedly away from the man who had kicked him. The last thing he needed was anymore attention. As it was there was a strong chance someone would be able to link his head reforming with the old Rain Kage. He needed a new disguise now. The beard would no longer cut it.

Muteki sorrowfully began trying to avoid who he considered his former friend.

[adero]

Indeed fate was an odd mistress, for as the puppeteer’s actions would take place, his foot having been grasped by the man’s face, no longer allowing him freedom of movement, the puppeteer would fall. His majestic collapse would occur, for without the balance of two feet and with the large bulking mass on his back, the lad would indeed tumble.

And down he would go. A loud crash would sound as his head would turn about taking a good look as to what would happen. Eyes would widen as the puppet would allow his master to gaze back once more at his old companion, one lost with the ages. For yes, the bead had construed his identity, yet his voice… and such powers. Indeed they were only of the one whom he had known as Muteki Arashi.

It would be too late however, for upon crashing to the ground, the head of his puppet would pop out of socket, and in doing so, eyes of the master still gazing through them, it would roll upon Muteki’s lap, resting there and gazing at him with cold crimson eyes before he could leave.

[Kinz]

Muteki attempted to run off from Nyzu, but the image of the decapitated head held him fast. His hands grasped the skull and tears began to roll slightly. Though it wasn’t the case, Muteki thought he had just caused an accident for his former friend. He thought he had killed his former teammate.

“Nyzu!? NYZU!!!” Muteki yelled at the head in his hands as he began to stand and lay it by what he thought was his friends dead body. Most normal people would have seen the puppet head for what it was, but in Muteki’s current mental state brought on by previous events the similarities between the puppet and Nyzu where unquestionable. He really thought he had killed his friend. Another thing he could add to his continuously growing list of failures.

Bending over the now grounded puppeteer, Muteki saw another head. The real, unharmed Nyzu laid their, and now Muteki’s mind after all the stress just couldn’t process it. After waking from months of sleep to be forgotten by his village, and living as a bum for the past week, to now thinking he killed his friend and then seeing him in perfect health, Muteki couldn’t handle it.

He let forth a scream, and began running down the crowded street like a lunatic. He truly was a lunatic. The stress had taken him from a ninja in hiding to one who no longer knew the difference between reality and his mind. His encounter with his alter self in his Kage Bunshin training had been the beginning of his minds collapse. Everything he had based his life on was purely given to him. He had not the strength nor the will continue on with what he had been living as.

[adero]

The puppeteer's eyes would widen with fright and fear, for indeed this man was his long last comrade. And with that, the puppeteer's name being shouted, the lad would begin to panic. For had he not been missing? Had it been what? Nearly a full year since his cover had been concealed, yet now his position and name were being easily spouted about without a care? Indeed such was a bad position for the lad, and action must be taken.

His face now revealed from the falling bandages which were once wrapped about the lad, his right arm would begin to extend as the man would arise as he struggled his left arm free, grabbing control of the headless puppet on the ground. Chakra strings would begin to lunge forth as his fingers would twitch, attempting to latch onto the man, for indeed he too would not be able to see such no? With his other hand now in control of the puppet, the head now attached upon fetching it, actions would be taken, for hopefully as the chakra strings would make contact upon the unsuspecting panic ridden man, a shock would occur.

His left hand, having successfully unsummoned his puppet back within his scroll, a dragon hand seal would form with only one hand, sending a current through the string, and shocking Muteki had the strings landed. (Strings were placed on the legs, arms, and neck if successful)

OOC: Used puppeteering storm

[Kinz]

As Muteki fled the scene he could see innocent people around him cower away in fear of what they saw as a raging beast. He began to believe he was a beast, but then the pain came. It was like a thousand tiny suns exploding inside his body. Nyzu’s attack had worked. Muteki continued moving for a time, only to finally succumb to the paralyzing effects of the technique. He dropped to his knees and then to his face.

Muteki’s eyes began to close and as his mind slowly drifted into unconsciousness, it also began to regain some form of sanity. In the distance he could hear the sounds of whistles and bells. The village police no doubt. Funny isn’t it. He took great care leaving the rain village to avoid putting it through anymore turmoil, only to be discovered and expedited back there. Upon arriving he would be tried as a missing ninja traitor because of his attempts at leaving for the sake of the village. Irony doesn’t taste very sweet. To be condemned for the thing you thought would keep you from being condemned. His eyes closed and blackness closed in.

[adero]

In a mad dash, our young puppeteer quickly slips from his bandages and exits away into the nearby shrubbery, carrying the body of his companion.

[exit] OOC: Brb, taking kinz w/ me due to the paralysis atm