The Bloody Mist Gets Bloodier

As the music begins and then picks up the tempo Osore Kinzoku Leader of the Volcano Village and called 'Bloody Osore' giving him the status of a horror monster that keeps kids kept inside their rooms at night on time, kicks open the doors to the control room his scythe whipping around his left hand gripping the bottom of the shaft, the flat of the scythe blades pressed against his hip as his right hand begins 'strumming' down the flat of the blades in tune with the music hopping forward in tune with the music a gleeful giggle heard from the madman as he hops towards the front of the deck.

The music played by the mad man begins, ironic how the lyrics seem to fit the groups mindset.
Unlike the others whom are waiting for a show Shouten wishes to begin this as soon as possible, the seal is made followed by twin puffs of smoke within the control room, from the smoke the two solid replicas emerge from both sides of the control room, the door to the left and right flank of Shouten himself.
The clones burst into a dash once exiting the doors as they head towards the front of the ship ensuring not to get in the way of his teammates, at top speed they jump once hitting the edge of the boat spring boarding off the railing, their gravity altered and lightened as the momentum combined with the zero gravity of the clones sends them propelled forwards into that of Kirigakure no Sato.
It is into the blazing mist they vanish ascending until they they get the appropriate distance already calculated by Shouten, the two clones dropping to land upon the Mizukage office building, their gravity altered to allow a flawless yet speedy landing as they look around for anyone to make an example of.

The waves would be rocking the boat that Kuro and her was on this was the only way to reach Kiri. Makina having this new appearence was of one of her great ancestors that lived a live of pure ambitions. Her eyes would be looking through the mist as her new temporary appearence would be able to be in view. Maki is a tall woman, standing at 5'9". Despite her chronological age, she has the physical appearance of a twenty-one-year-old. Maki has bronze skin and wavy dark brown hair with a braid behind her left ear. Maki's eyes are green and there is a beauty mark underneath her right eye. Maki wears purple claw-shaped earrings. She has scars on her right arm and shoulder, and wears blue clothing resembling the traditional Indian sari adorned with tribal accessories. In addition to the sari Maki wears a short black top, black sleeves over her forearm, tan leather open-toed sandals, and two fur pelts hanging from a cord beneath a belt. From this indian like appearence she was in the same shoes as her great ancestor. "So were finally arriving about bloody time it seem it been fucking ages"she would blink as she had just said that in a Australian accent which wasn't hers.

She would look at Kuro who she would grind her teeth as she would speak once more"what the bloody hell you do to me Kuro"she would say in that accent of hers as she would watch as they would be docking at the docks. She would shake her head as she would step out on the wooden dock as her sensing ability would be able to pick up chakra levels towards the village it was actually multiple that actually stood out and actually was interest to her."Maki your voice is so fucking funny i have to remember to thank Kuro for this"mocked inner Maki. Makina would begin to walk towards the village her arms crossed after making a few seals with them she would begin to make her way to a destination within Kiri. She been focusing her chakra to a certain scroll this whole time as she will open it as it shows the blueprints of Kirigakure. She would look back at Kuro still pissed at this change of voice as she would sigh taking a short cut through the village since the gates seem to be deserted she started trailing by.

It didn't take long for them to reach where they were heading she would be looking at a wall about this time. No one woukd notice them for the time being but her destination was the Kage office.She would raise a arm in the air as the other was near her face the mist begun to thicken as the water particles would begun to gather in the air creating the already existing mist to just get thicker. Now after that's done she would walk up the walll remember she didnt enter through the front door but more like on the side. After successfully landing on the other side she would make her way into the Kage mansion to the basement level where different flies was being kept. Her vision wasnt bad cause of the blue prints she had so she knew her way. She would be flipping through flies unless she was interuppted until she came up to her ancestor file Claire Farron taking that she would would wait for Kuro she was about to blow this other evidence to pieces or let him do it...now she just waited...but the point is was the use for kiri done she got what she wanted now it was time to destroy history in its self.

(Sorry if this is confusing I was half sleep)

The boat was rocking, but it did not bother Kuro. Few shinobi ever got seasick, and he was certainly not one of them. He was sitting against the side, enjoying the breeze. The boat he had taken was not the same as Sayomi. His boat was coming from an entirely different direction. He was both dressed and transformed to look like the old Mizukage, Psychosis. His hair was now white, spiked back. His skin was pale. He had a blank uncaring face, which was common for both him and his ancestor. He had worn something similar to Psychosis' old clothes. He had a black trench coat, with gold color trim. Under that he wore a red vest, padded for better heat, sleeveless though. His pants were simple, black jeans which, while not loose enough to fall off, werent tight enough to restrict movement. He had a straw hat on his head, shadowing his face. His boots were leather boots, perfect for muddle terrain. He was tall, about six and a half feet, but thin. His muscles were definitely athletic, rather than a buff physique. Rather than Kuro's deep and sarcastic voice, a medium pitched even voice came out. He didnt mind it, it was a nice change. He did not bother complaining about a change in his voice, too used to it. His true transformation always came out like this. He smirked seeing that the sun was mostly hidden by the mist. He rather didnt like light with his new powers. Darkness was the absence of light. While light would not destroy his solidified creations, it would annoy him greatly. He did however, love to look at the sun when it wasnt dangerous to do so. It was beautiful really, the utter power that the sun held, even when it did not hurt one's eyes to look. Power was something he respected, and the sun represented power. He could still do without the light though.

He sighed outloud. "This is it huh... Pathetic." He frowned as he continued walking. How could his grandfather's village be so pathetic? The civilians were idiots, the ninja were weak. He nearly let a growl escape his throat at the idea of his grandfather's village becoming so weak. There was a store nearby where he walked that was selling saltwater. No, not saltwater taffy, just normal saltwater. And people were buying it. It made him angry, seeing such a pathetic place. He took calming breaths as he continued to follow the path forward. He glanced up, as he finally arrived at the kage's office. His grandfather had once been here... His thoughts were interupted as he made his way to the basement. He ripped several pages out of the files, most about his grandfather, others about the mysterious circumstances of which his grandfather had become Mizukage. He also took the files that Makina wanted. He laughed when he read that. He knew what happened just from looking at the paper. His grandfather had burst in trying to flatten Kiri, fought the kage, overpowered her with the eight gates. What rank was he when he accomplished all that? ANBU? Nope, try again. Jounin? Sure there were some powerful jounin, but enough to take down a kage? Chuunin then? Nope, he was a god damned gennin when he singlehandedly took over Kirigakure. Kuro had walked in before Shouten landed on the building.

After reading that, Kuro felt rather ashamed that his only great accomplishment so far was protecting Makina. He needed to do what his grandfather did, or perhaps something greater? Taking over all the nations sounded like it would earn him a place in the history books. Right next to Madara Uchiha. He frowned. He wanted to be known as a hero, a true warrior, a man who took on the corrupted world, not a man who corrupted the world. He glanced at the rest of the files. He raised his hand slowly. As he did so, a black box of darkness formed over all of the files that they hadnt taken out. He placed his hand on the box, solidifying it. When he did that, he changed the inside of the box the be a shredder, leaving nothing of the files but small unidentifiable pieces of paper. After the box disappeared, he noticed a small indentation behind where the files were. He pushed on it. He was hardly shocked when it opened up and a book fell out. He grabbed the book before it hit the ground and saw the title. It was his grandfather's journal. He read only the summary on the first page. It said it contained all his notes, accomplishments, allies, and research. The book also mentioned something about Fear and the King of Hell, but he didnt get into the details just yet.. He put the papers he wanted to keep in the book, before putting it inside his trench coat. "Is that all we needed?" He asked himself. Something didnt feel right about Kiri right now, his instincts were in worry mode, as he liked to put it. He did not want anything to happen to his master because of his absence. He changed his form once more, into his normal self.

Three anbu guards would witness as multiple unidentified figures appeared from their positions at the base of the building, they would inspect them for a moment, seeing that they were obviously not from this village. One would speed off after the inspection, going to inform Suzaku about the situation. The guard would approach Suzaku in moments, meeting him in the middle of the isle of shops. Agitated, Suzaku would summon forth his three tailed version two jinchuriki cloak and speed off towards his office, standing at the base of the office with the guards around him. He would stand there and watch as two other tried to enter his office, getting more agitated, he would summon more guards who would follow the duo wherever they went. Once they reached the basement, the guards would reveal themselves, a squad of 4 standing, waiting for the duo to do anything that would trigger an attack.

Meanwhile, above ground, Suzaku would send the guards that were waiting with him to the roof of the building, surrounding the attackers while Suzaku waited silently at the base of the building, waiting to hear any sounds of battle or struggle. He knew this wasn't going to be a fun day.... at all....

New stats:

Health: 63
Chakra: 89
Stamina: 30
Speed: 74
Strength: 63

Spoiler:

(WiP)

There he stood, now where I simply shall not say I will just state there you insolent little wretches, perhaps if you pay attention and search for the clues you shall find out. However as that will take reading I can only assume that nobody here will actually do that nonetheless care unless they are from Kiri and even then I have no worries about them finding out much less actually being able to do anything about it. If you are my ally you can just stop reading now, this will be a giant waste of your time I promise it. If not then by all means go ahead and peer into the depths of the realm of the mad god, no, not sheogorath for he does not exist on this plane. No the existence I speak of is both ancient and vast, a never ending tributary to the void within that swirls with the eddies of invisible and fathomless energies felt by few and understood by none. Now really one should note before I jump into the murky waters of this post that the sky itself was almost a vastness of pure strength and skill, a dark cloud hung over Kiri that day and they swirled and moved about with the strength of gods immediately jumping up in size after coming out of their home which was the dessicated corpse of a fallen. Before the horns, before the sun even came up there would be an explosion. Not a huge one, for who really cared about the size of such things. The point of doing anything is to get the job done, not to have flash and flare just eek out everywhere and scream look at me. Such filth and foolishness is not the place or reasoning to be in anywhere. Next up, and finally I will describe Royce. Though who he is or what he has to do with Ivan I will not say. With stark white hair that
is worn in spikes one would first assume that Royce was old, however it
is not age bleached. Rather it is youthful like freshly fallen snow, it
cascades down his head like a roaring avalanche. Now that could of course be simply Ivan's grandfather or an intense waking dream or a fearful fantasy of the lives within which one would walk about and go do their business. Who was to know? Who was to say? Often it is messy life and the man's hair, with
thick strands ticking this way and that like he has horrid bed head.
The hair is longer in the back then the front, but most do not notice as
all the hair seems long. Now it is not a mullet, and anyone to suggest that would suffer under the wrath of the man who was often called the fallen angel himself, though to call him that was to be laughably retarded and would be wrong. Wearing a thin white undershirt that blends
into his pale skin, Royce stands at five feet nine inches. He weighs a
total of one hundred and fifty pounds, not including the leather armor
on his arms. Which of course would not add much weight to him, but would not keep him at the stagnant number I had laid before you. The leather is a dull black with red lines along the
knuckles down to the fingers. They have a red design at the top as well,
and the knuckles have metal covering. Quite some pretty colors if I had to say myself. The right arm is almost
completely filled with metal plates, spacing of one inch are in between
the metal. Naturally these plates are not on the joints. It would be asinine to have something like that cover your joints, why one would be unable to move. Two score of the tiny angels with their wings were positioned to help those who sat at the controls. How silly and foolish would that be? Standing immobile like a golem or some weeping angel. On his fingers
are a bunch of rings, this combined with the metal on his knuckles
protects the hands well. Now one should note that this metal is in fact a
great insulator, better than rubber and harder than steel, yet flexible
as cloth and about as heavy as well. Of course none of that matters at all since Royce did not exist in this place, and nor would he be here if he did. Nay the explosion was on the floating driftwood, in the hull to be exact allowing the sapphires to pour in and submerge the wafting thing that danced on the waves. But again that really does not matter that much though a bit more than the last journey or path which you had just eye walked down. The first slaughter would be followed by a second one if those were not careful, a slaughter in Kirikague a rain of blood as it were. As another would kick a door open, if they in fact could they would slice their own leg off due to their scyth's positioning, next they decided to strum it with their right hand which is to say their palm, shaving all their right handed fingers off in an instant. Really quite hilarious is Ivan had been there to witness it, but he was only there for a bit and his hive was nowhere nearby. No shifting throughout the liquid sands was where Ivan was, he had done this after the first slaughter of the day and was enjoying the relaxing breast stroke. Now as for Ivan himself, the shorter man wore his red cloak, although by now it was entirely waterlogged and magically not weighing him down. He wore his black skin tight spandex and his face was covered by the mask of his which shifted according to mood. As it was there were many moods to be had on that day of all days. The day of the bloody son as he would like to call it in alternating flows of time and space. How does one judge space and time however? Are we to assume that our senses are correct? Now that would be a dangerous assumption, what if time were not to exist at all? Now how would that be? An explosion went off before the horns yes, and where it was was where the three naked anbu stood coming from a bug near the hive which was ten feet away from the three. Using his sensing Ivan saw these men and had activated the bugs which would be exploding as they were resting near each man's head.(As these are NPCs I have no qualms in doing this) The three men were huddled together and their heads were almost touching being only two feet away from each one, as such the six bugs which were spread a foot apart each and at eye level ripped the flesh and skull apart before they could even see the boat. This made it so they would never report back to the kage at all, how disappointing. It truly seemed like this would be the end of everything the mist cherished and held dear. Of course as I said those were not the only explosions that day, and one more brought down a dock which would have prevented the boat from landing. Such a nice man Ivan was as he swam in the range of his sensing bugs. The man had noted that his guards were at the base of the building, but I shall clarify that building was one almost on the water. and yes it did recieve some structural damage as well.

OOC: Since Makina was in a thread in kumo, her post is voided, and I have to edit my own. This is just a statement of WHY I am editing.

Ivan I had to put a spoiler on your music code, without a way to stop it both audio's clashed so feel free to read over your post that was all that was added.

Sayomi's post was edited to put the bg code in a spoiler.

Blaine you need to edit your post further;

http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t9560-basic-rules

11. Put out-of-character comments in brackets, to distinguish between in-character actions in your post.
Penalty: Reminder

There he stood, now where I simply shall not say I will just state there you insolent little wretches, perhaps if you pay attention and search for the clues you shall find out. However as that will take reading I can only assume that nobody here will actually do that nonetheless care unless they are from Kiri and even then I have no worries about them finding out much less actually being able to do anything about it. If you are my ally you can just stop reading now, this will be a giant waste of your time I promise it. If not then by all means go ahead and peer into the depths of the realm of the mad god, no, not sheogorath for he does not exist on this plane.

This is not ic actions or thoughts, this is full ooc and needs to be separated, also please do not post something and put [WIP] on it, doing so makes your post not exist in the first place and it will be skipped.