Kiri Holding Facility [Private]

[Nyu]

"Answer three of the four questions. Who is taking the people? Why are they taking the people? What are they planing? Where are they located at?". He smiled as his words left his mouth. looking down at the man his eyes a nice ice blue. He was enjoying this.

[Nyu]

Nyustukyi would realize one thing. The subtle tells the man had mention gave him enough information he needed. The last was the biggest piece he needed. He looked at the man and smiled. Turn around and walked to the door and smiled as the thought came into his head. Glancing at the man he walked over smiled leaned into his prey and whispered. His hand in his hair pulling the hair piece out. The move was unnoticable. "I am releasing you my love. then he rubbed the man's neck. The hair piece was between his fingers. His hair piece was sharpened.

The pressed in and pulled it fast, the piece cutting cleanly. He smiled and then in his normal voice he said one thing as the man died."You should know love....I am really a man." He turned and walked out the ANBU just looking at him. He was called the Wolf of the Hidden Mist for a reason.

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[Beltran]

Aug 27, 2010 21:23:18 GMT -7 The Irredeemable ZaG said:

A long while later Ouda regained consciousness. For a moment he just looked around the room, his addled head slowly coming to realize his surroundings. Suddenly he flashed onto what was happening, his red eyes snapping open with near manic epiphany.

However he realized his arse didn't hurt, so luckily this wasn't that sort of prison. Still incapable of useful thinking Ouda looked around the room for a way out, any possible pathway to freedom, it was then he registered the toilet.

With the kind of determination that was impossible for any sober man to muster the captive ninja dove headfirst towards the latrine. For a few minutes he struggled to try and fit through the narrow pipes but unfortunately drowned before he could realize what a bad idea this was.



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[Runeska]

A short check up on the prisoner was in order. According to the Akumu, it was a rain nin, and he'd attacked Ikiri while being interrogated. He was suppose to have been finding out is kiri held any sort of hostility towards rain. Although, it seemed more like he was instigating. Sure, you could come to find that out alone, but marching up to the gates of kiri? Bad move. Attacking the person interrogating you? Worse move. In fact, this 'Skeleton' figure was very lucky to be alive.... at least that's what he thought to the moment he walked to where he was told the man was being held.

Gekkido's gasmask had been equipped well in advance. However, the shock portrayed in his eyes behind the mask would have been obvious. He was dead, head still in the toilet, drowned. He had committed suicide... but why? And was he so desperate to drown himself in a prison toilet? Oh well, it wasn't like he'd be around long enough deal with all the bacteria. He sighed audibly. He was just about to send the lad home from his apparent mission, informing Ame that there were no hard feelings, but to stay out the village. Obviously that would fail, as the lad was dead, and the note would need to be edited.

Clicking on his headset, Gekkido said, "Ikiri, our friend skeleton is dead. He committed suicide, drowned in a toilet. Given his mission to determine if we were hostile, it doesn't look too good on our part. I think Ame might be instigating with us." Those words would be heard by Ikiri, as long as he was anywhere near the village. But as he spoke, he moved the lads head out the toilet and placed his body flatly on the floor. When he finished, he began to head towards his tower. He had some instructions for Katori, as well as another document to write quickly. Damnit! He hoped Mika wasn't waiting on him too long by this time.

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The shinobi would swoop as if hawks for their pray, creeping into the facility like the skeleton that had killed himself earlier. His weapons were still in lock up, and he was ready for transport. No time to waste, he'd throw the corpse over his shoulder and look to the guards.

"I'm coming back to collect his shit coon.

&with such, he was off to the gates once again.

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[yets3]

Footsteps could be heard in the halls, as the fallen god began to walk through the immense hallways of the kirigakure hold facility; he was not fond of the place at all. "... That smell," the words escaped his lips quickly.

To Deimos, it had a strong scent of the old and the dead mixed together – just a whiff of the foul stench alone made him want to cough up. But he was a kirigakure shinobi, someone who had been through worst, and someone who had stared death in the eyes many times. “Hmm, seems I’m here, room 456. Yoo~ are you there?”

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[Ravenous]

My eyes would crack open as I felt the air in the room shift. It was a familiar air that my previous foe behold, one filled with great confidence. Though something lacked here. Was it the same seriousness that the uchiha donned? I would soon find out.

[yets3]

Thin lips soon curled up into a devious smirk, as the prey was now in sight. “Oh~ so you’re the iwagakure shinobi that I heard about… well it’s time to die.” With those few words the male appeared at the side of the male’s bed, via a shunshin. “Die!” Slender digits revealed themselves as they take hold of a kunai and with a simple flick of the wrist – the man’s throat would be slit swiftly.

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[Ravenous]

And so I would be proved wrong. The man came to do business, and like-wise, he wouldn't falter from his course. Taking proper measures to insure that I would not rise once more. And so as I felt the steel biting into my flesh, crimson would jettison out, leaving me with not but a smile as my vision blurred, and eyes sealed for the last time.

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[yets3]

The deed was done. The god left with the man's headband and the tiger he had left here many days ago.

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[eclipse]

Death and Loot approved.

[Molokai]

With a very small man slung over his very large shoulders, and a mind full of newly gained information as his clone's memories returned to him, Taisen calmly entered the holding facility. The ANBU took the limp form from him and led him into the bowels of the building, a smell of dampness and rot getting stronger as they descended.

Once they arrived in the concrete-lined cell, the ziptie holding Anzai's hands together was cut and he was placed into a rusty-looking chair in the center of the room. Knowing that the youth could awake at any moment, his wrists were quickly strapped to the steel arms of the chair. This chair, bolted firmly to the ground, would give Taisen problems trying to move it. This skinny kid stood no chance of escape.

The goal, though, was not torture. At least not for Taisen. He was in it to get paid. Wolf candidates might come in and practice on him, but Taisen would be having no part of that. However, until the Mizukage got it together and made a ruling on the boy's fate, his captor would personally guard him. Really, it was nothing personal. Once Anzai awoke, he would try to explain that.

[Corvus]

A few minutes after being strapped into the chair, Anzai's head began to lazily loll back and forth for a moment. Before long, he stretched his mouth wide with a long yawn, then fell right back asleep._IdiotSuddenly, her eyes shot open, a very annoyed expression on her face. "Oi! Where the hell am I and why the hell am I tied up?!?" she yelled, her voice noticeably higher in pitch than Taisen had heard before.

[Molokai]

Even though Taisen had been looking in Aznai's general direction, his eyes now snapped to attention. His expression was one of half bewilderment and half disappointment as his mind grappled with what it had just heard. Had the prisoner just squeaked at him? And did he just sound annoyed? Taisen was unaware that size denoted age, but it appeared as though Anzai's voice just cracked.

As if his jaw were trying to pump his brain like a bellows, it worked up and down in a vain attempt at speech. Pulling himself together required a lot of blinking and a shake of his head before he remembered how to form words. Clearing his throat, he tried to pretend that he wasn't taken completely by surprise by saying something he hoped didn't sound rehearsed.

"You're in a holding facility in Kirigakure and you can't be trusted not to use your hands for unsavory things." That answered both of his questions, so Taisen continued, "Don't worry, though. You won't be here long. Every day you stay here costs us money, so you'll only be kept for as long as your worth holds out."

On second thought, maybe that wasn't the most reassuring statement in the world. But hopefully it would inspire the boy to share information that would increase his worth. Or something.

[Corvus]

Her mood just kept getting worse. "So you sail out to Kami and kidnap some kid from Hi just to try and extort some information?" Fucking brat, just had to trust the guy twice his size. And now there was nothing she could think of to escape...nothing except...better keep that in reserve. "And I don't suppose that when you realize I know nothing, you'll just let me walk outta here?"

[Molokai]

Unfortunately for Anzai, the choice of whether he got to leave wasn't in Taisen's hands. Besides, he didn't sail all the way out there for the sole purpose of capturing some kid. He sailed out there to explore, and only found the kid by accident. Once he got paid for his efforts, he wouldn't really care one way or another what happened to the one in the chair. Until then, though, he needed to be alive as evidence of the feat.

"Well, here's how it is. I still haven't been paid for bringing you in, see. So, until I do, I'm gonna need you alive and kicking to prove that I really did it. See, it's like this. Mist ninja, like me, are under standing orders to capture foreign shinobi whenever possible. Now, you may or may not be a shinobi, but I figure between that doujutsu and those dogs that follow you around, there's a strong chance you are. If not, you'll be safely escorted out. If you are, I'll be paid. Either way, your fate isn't in my hands. You best figure out who's ass needs kissing if you want to make it out of this, because I hear tell the Wolf candidates need practice, and we haven't had a prisoner in a while."

Taisen had taken a chair and straddled it backwards, with his immense arms resting on the backrest of it. Casually, almost friendly, he lilted about with his speech. He wasn't an interrogator or investigator, he was simply a babysitter.

[Corvus]

"So let me get this straight," the frustration in her voice not in the slightest bit restrained, "you decide to kidnap the kid who says they're from the land of fire, but you let the guy who out right says he's a shinobi go on his merry way?! What the F*ck!" She gave herself some time to calm down before continuing. "So what the hell do you want from me? I'm no shinobi, just some kid who was looking for my pet." good thing the boy doesn't wear his headband or carry any ID, even if it's just because he's forgetful and doesn't like the headband. For once, his stubbornness and forgetfulness were a boon...who'da thunk?

"So when we confirm this, I can go home, Right? Then how do I do that?" The vexing thing was that it was a whole lot easier to prove that one was something rather than to prove that one wasn't. Here, if she wanted to prove her shinobiness, she'd just need an id card or the headband...not that they were available... Whereas to prove their 'innocence', she'd need to somehow prove that they weren't shinobi... What. The. Fuck.

[Molokai]

Taisen's calm and even tone directly contradicted Anzai's frustrated undercurrent of hostility, "Well, there's a reason for that. I've got a doujutsu too, see. Mine isn't quite as fancy as yours, but it lets me do is read someone's power level, and the power level of the other one was decidedly less than nine thousand, if you catch my drift. Now, this still doesn't mean that you'd be any better candidate, but kids with lost don't move as fast as you did. See, I'm a pretty speedy individual, and I can do that little teleport thing you pulled too, so don't think I didn't notice.

"Also, you're a Hyuuga. How do I know? Let's face it, guy, that shit's hard to miss when it's active. Hyuuga come from Konoha primarily, but since the byakugan doesn't predict movements, you must have been trained in order to avoid me even for that short a time. Besides, I don't get paid for shinobi, I get paid by power level. Yours is higher than his, so you got chosen.

But, yeah. At the moment, it doesn't seem like we have any use for you, so you'll probably be drugged and released at an undisclosed distance from the village once I give the go-ahead. Don't worry, we won't torture you or anything."

What was taking the Mizukage so long? This exchange was just as boring as the one when Anzai was free. Taisen just wanted to collect his cash and get on with his life.

[Corvus]

Perfect, just Fuckin perfect. This guys has magic eyes that let him tell how strong a person is. Goody. Thevoicewhowasincontrol was sick and tired of this and she decided to let that be known. "Fuck, just fuck," she muttered, "this is a waste of my fucking time. I'm done with this shit, you can deal with the boy." And with that, virtually every muscle in their body went limp, their head lolling.

A short moment later, Anzai's head moved about a bit and he gave a large yawn. His eyes fluttered open, and sleep glazed his vision. A few blinks cleared his sight of it's fog and he saw a semi-familiar face, "Ohayo Jenny-San," he said, face covered with all the signs of just having woken up. His voice was about half an office lower than before, but with significantly less force behind it. Though he had seemingly just woken up, he gave a large, heavy lidded smile.

[Molokai]

I do believe this nutjob just referred to himself in the third person. With his mind boggling, Taisen's jaw did push-ups, his forehead did crunches, and his eyes did jumping jacks. It took a few seconds of his entire mind gaping at this problem while his face finished working out before he fully comprehended what was going on. Either this guy was secretly in control of the situation, or Taisen had managed to pick a nut from a fruit tree. Or a fruit from a nut tree. Anyway, this sudden change made Taisen feel more than a little foolish.

"You mean to tell me you're not the one I've been talking to this whole time? Please don't make me explain it all again." But explain it all again he did, leaving out the bits about Anzai possibly being let go just because Taisen was now mildly indignant with him. With Sleepy here now abreast of the situation, his captor would lean back in his reversed chair, grabbing the backrest for support, and observe his reaction to all this.

Suddenly, as if a wave of vertigo had just hit, Taisen swayed to one side of the chair while his eyes rolled back into his head. He managed to catch himself before he flopped all over the ground, but the sensation was stunning. Apparently his final remaining clone had made it all the way to Snow country before being jumped by some vagabond. This was troubling indeed. He believed himself to be very nearly unstoppable, but this meant he would definitely have to boost himself to face the growing world.

Once Anzai was dealt with, he'd have to get right on that.