Red Hot [T][P]
Mar 30, 2011 16:34:17 GMT -7
Post by Estilo on Mar 30, 2011 16:34:17 GMT -7
Training|Travel|Private
Division One
R A I N
Iapetus Burabiya wasn't the kind of person who made a habit of helping others. He was an intelligent bloke- bold and confident, someone who'd gained his wealth through the cunning of his own treachery and countless betrayals. He was also a sadist and, to make matters worse, very ill-tempered. So when the Yokushin business in Amegakure came crashing down with the city's own demise, Iapetus did what any other businessman in his clan would have done. He gathered whatever resources he had left and brutalized the common folk of Amegakure with hired mercs and cheap labor.
After a few terrorizing months of racketeering and slave labor, Iapetus managed to regain whatever wealth was lost during the great disaster and then some. Enough to head off to a resort in the Land of Tea and soak in the sun, while his executives ran that domineering company of his in Ame. Needless to say, Atlas was surprised when he received a messenger hawk from his father, stating, in a finely worded letter, that he sought to have him visit the crime-ridden wasteland and look over the 'family' business.
Family. He'd nearly gagged at the sight of that word. Whatever 'family' they'd had was long dead now. Atlas had never had a father to begin with. The man had been absent all his life, and now he was beckoning him to visit, willy-nilly, like they were old friends. He didn't understand it, in fact, it irritated him quite a bit. Enough to have him smack the messenger bird that had brought him the damn letter in the first place.
But as fate would have it, Amegakure was the only place he hadn't frequented on his travels. The only place he hadn't bothered to look for her. A civilization in shambles, that he'd initially strayed from, but was now starting to suspect. So, after much travel, he finally ventured through the broken gates of said civilization and entered its chaotic depths.
Never before had he seen a more wretched hive of villainy in his life. The moment he'd set foot in the disaster zone, he'd been bombarded with horrid scents and sights, insulting to the senses, and constantly ambushed by roving gangs that patrolled the streets like packs of wild dogs. The streets were always on fire- literally- and the sky was clouded with plumes of thick black smoke, only lightening when the cold rain fell from the sky.
Despite the minor perils he'd faced during his initial exploration of the city, however, he'd managed to make it to the headquarters of his father's company unscathed, albeit drenched to the bone in water. But he had not traveled to the company base to run the 'family' business, mind you, but rather, to utilize the resources his father had suddenly granted him permission to use. A sticky network of informants, mercenaries, politicians, businessmen, government officials... the Yokushin clan of Amegakure was in deeper than he'd realized. Unfortunately, even with all these assets at his disposal, not one word of her had come through.
Frustrated, restless, and anxious, Atlas was all set to leave Amegakure and continue on his search. But when news of a legendary rain swordsman came to his attention- one Nurhachi Niru- he had a sudden change of heart. If he could find himself under that man's tutelage, to revamp his skills with a blade and master the art of Kenjutsu, his training would definitely go by a lot quicker. Thus, he decided to stay in the wretched city for a while longer and registered himself for shinobi aid, while he waited for the old man to return from travel. He would wait for months.
Until finally, on a rainy day like any other in Ame, Nurhachi arrived.