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Return of the Puppet Lord
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TamCitizen
Ryo : 700
Return of the Puppet Lord
Tue Jul 09, 2013 1:16 am
As the figure stepped back across the threshold of the gates to Tengakure the face turned up to take in the impressive skyline. Humming an ethereal tune the man recalled all that had taken place since he had last seen these buildings.
{Flashback}
It was a sunshiny day as Kairashi stepped into the small clearing that housed the private 'hospital' he would be working in for the next few months. Stepping inside he turned and passed his fingers nimbly down the row of locks to the door, sealing the windowless shack from the outside world. Walking towards the center of the room he took a seat, maneuvering the operating lights and restraints with the practiced ease of a surgeon Kairashi secured his lower half to the table with a small smile, after researching it was time to go through the final transformation. Using the at hand ingredients and drugs he steeled himself before starting the drip on his iv. First he had to graft the new organ that would be the center of his new consciousness. Taking the dark metal box he winced, even the painkillers pumping through his system wouldn't dull this part of the ritual completely. Selecting one of the scalpels from the tray at his side he would position it to make the first incision, thrusting the blade through the soft tissue above his heart Kairashi let out an involuntary groan. Completing the process he carefully pulled back the tissue exposing his ribcage underneath, a bloody mess guarding his heart. Reaching across to the tray he set the scalpel back in its proper place the slight dripping of blood helping him keep track of the time as he struggled to maintain his grip on real and illusion. Selecting a medium size hammer he brought it down swiftly onto his ribcage, the light crunch of bone as it broke cleanly brought a smile to his face, the part of the operation that really hurt would soon be upon him. Placing the hammer back on the tray with as much caution as he could Kairashi fumbled for a minute before selecting the scalpel again. Bringing the incision down the center of his frame he peeled back the layers of skin fat and muscle from his abdomen the light sound of the various tissue slipping over one another heavy in the almost stale air. Reaching down into his own belly Kairashi began to remove his organs one by one, starting with the stomach which he placed into the box to be one of the three components that would be offered to make his new core whole.
Looking at the quivering mass of tissue that sat in the too small box he couldn't help but smile. Taking up the scalpel he quickly severed the veins that held his still beating heart in place, he reached in with his other hand and carefully scooped the still beating mass of tissue out and deposited it into the vessel that was to be his new self, the two organs began to change starting to melt down into blood and chakra that was to be his new self. Mentally steeling himself Kairashi brought the saw to his forehead. Depressing the button he began to make the cut, going around his skull with the saw, bone dust and blood flecking the walls and floor around his chair. Barely containing himself he finished the circular cut around his cranium and reached up, giving the cap a pull and setting it to the side on the tray. Reaching both hands up he dipped them into his cranium, cutting the stem of his brain with a pair of small scissors he had hidden in the palm of his left hand, swiftly moving his dying brain into the metal container, it started to dissolve into the soupy mess as he capped the container. Feeling no sense of attachment to the husk of a man that lay on the table he manipulated the limbs to begin the real operation, placing the new core into the puppet he had prepared, a replica of his fleshy form redone in chakra infused wood with metal inlays at the joints for extra strength. The body stood slowly rotating its limbs slowly and 'stretching' with a slight wobble before growing in confidence and beginning to move as fluidly as the real thing. Stooping slowly over the husk that he used to be Kairashi plastered a grin onto his new 'face'. Selecting two items from his bag he pressed them to the still open eyes of the body and stood listening to the sickening crunch and slurping sound of the eyes being removed and drawn with the slowly cooling blood into the containers. Setting them on the tray the puppet sat in a separate chair in a corner of the room, an array of weapons sitting on separate tables, it was time for him to arm himself.
Selecting his old ninjato he gently tested the mechanism that would hold it in place inside of his right forearm, satisfied he slid the blade into place removing the old hilt as he secured it in its proper space, if needed he could 'draw' the blade with a simple thought. Looking over the other weapons he selected the scroll holders that would fit into a secret panel on his thighs, leaving the scrolls protected while still being able to be used for his secret weapon that would stand in for his lack of ninjutsu. Reaching for the next implement he fit a chakra shield mechanism that filled out the profile of his arm perfectly. Selecting the final implement he slowly fit it into place, the two iron wings of the crossbow folding into his right forearm. Picking up the final weapon he slid it into place in his left hand the five dart launchers lining up with his fingertips, the five cartridges fitting in on his palm. Selecting the two bars of heavy conductive metal would fit securely into the space between his shoulder blades and spine, they would be perfect for bashing things or nullifying direct strikes of lightning. Opening the compartment on the palm of his right hand he checked the firing mechanism for the emergency poisoned caltrops and heavy impact smoke bombs.
{End Flashback}
The memory brought back thoughts of panic as he had rushed to finish up his transformation, it was time he reintroduced himself to the Tenkage, maybe he would even get a squad of his own soon.
[WK=1083}
{Flashback}
It was a sunshiny day as Kairashi stepped into the small clearing that housed the private 'hospital' he would be working in for the next few months. Stepping inside he turned and passed his fingers nimbly down the row of locks to the door, sealing the windowless shack from the outside world. Walking towards the center of the room he took a seat, maneuvering the operating lights and restraints with the practiced ease of a surgeon Kairashi secured his lower half to the table with a small smile, after researching it was time to go through the final transformation. Using the at hand ingredients and drugs he steeled himself before starting the drip on his iv. First he had to graft the new organ that would be the center of his new consciousness. Taking the dark metal box he winced, even the painkillers pumping through his system wouldn't dull this part of the ritual completely. Selecting one of the scalpels from the tray at his side he would position it to make the first incision, thrusting the blade through the soft tissue above his heart Kairashi let out an involuntary groan. Completing the process he carefully pulled back the tissue exposing his ribcage underneath, a bloody mess guarding his heart. Reaching across to the tray he set the scalpel back in its proper place the slight dripping of blood helping him keep track of the time as he struggled to maintain his grip on real and illusion. Selecting a medium size hammer he brought it down swiftly onto his ribcage, the light crunch of bone as it broke cleanly brought a smile to his face, the part of the operation that really hurt would soon be upon him. Placing the hammer back on the tray with as much caution as he could Kairashi fumbled for a minute before selecting the scalpel again. Bringing the incision down the center of his frame he peeled back the layers of skin fat and muscle from his abdomen the light sound of the various tissue slipping over one another heavy in the almost stale air. Reaching down into his own belly Kairashi began to remove his organs one by one, starting with the stomach which he placed into the box to be one of the three components that would be offered to make his new core whole.
Looking at the quivering mass of tissue that sat in the too small box he couldn't help but smile. Taking up the scalpel he quickly severed the veins that held his still beating heart in place, he reached in with his other hand and carefully scooped the still beating mass of tissue out and deposited it into the vessel that was to be his new self, the two organs began to change starting to melt down into blood and chakra that was to be his new self. Mentally steeling himself Kairashi brought the saw to his forehead. Depressing the button he began to make the cut, going around his skull with the saw, bone dust and blood flecking the walls and floor around his chair. Barely containing himself he finished the circular cut around his cranium and reached up, giving the cap a pull and setting it to the side on the tray. Reaching both hands up he dipped them into his cranium, cutting the stem of his brain with a pair of small scissors he had hidden in the palm of his left hand, swiftly moving his dying brain into the metal container, it started to dissolve into the soupy mess as he capped the container. Feeling no sense of attachment to the husk of a man that lay on the table he manipulated the limbs to begin the real operation, placing the new core into the puppet he had prepared, a replica of his fleshy form redone in chakra infused wood with metal inlays at the joints for extra strength. The body stood slowly rotating its limbs slowly and 'stretching' with a slight wobble before growing in confidence and beginning to move as fluidly as the real thing. Stooping slowly over the husk that he used to be Kairashi plastered a grin onto his new 'face'. Selecting two items from his bag he pressed them to the still open eyes of the body and stood listening to the sickening crunch and slurping sound of the eyes being removed and drawn with the slowly cooling blood into the containers. Setting them on the tray the puppet sat in a separate chair in a corner of the room, an array of weapons sitting on separate tables, it was time for him to arm himself.
Selecting his old ninjato he gently tested the mechanism that would hold it in place inside of his right forearm, satisfied he slid the blade into place removing the old hilt as he secured it in its proper space, if needed he could 'draw' the blade with a simple thought. Looking over the other weapons he selected the scroll holders that would fit into a secret panel on his thighs, leaving the scrolls protected while still being able to be used for his secret weapon that would stand in for his lack of ninjutsu. Reaching for the next implement he fit a chakra shield mechanism that filled out the profile of his arm perfectly. Selecting the final implement he slowly fit it into place, the two iron wings of the crossbow folding into his right forearm. Picking up the final weapon he slid it into place in his left hand the five dart launchers lining up with his fingertips, the five cartridges fitting in on his palm. Selecting the two bars of heavy conductive metal would fit securely into the space between his shoulder blades and spine, they would be perfect for bashing things or nullifying direct strikes of lightning. Opening the compartment on the palm of his right hand he checked the firing mechanism for the emergency poisoned caltrops and heavy impact smoke bombs.
{End Flashback}
The memory brought back thoughts of panic as he had rushed to finish up his transformation, it was time he reintroduced himself to the Tenkage, maybe he would even get a squad of his own soon.
[WK=1083}
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