Re: It Started With A Whisper ~Mission~

Sat Apr 01, 2017 1:42 pm

Smooth as butter it was; The problem it seemed that everything was going downhill now. His little pickup line turned into an actual debate about what rights children had regarding the life of others and their own. The woman pulled rank on him and reminded him that she was his superior, now forcing him to call her Ma’am whilst still calling him Child, not even using his name. To add even more hassle to Sinai’s situation, Altar’s compliment came with a threat of being used as a human shield and Ma’am seemed to be inclined to throw him off the roof if he showed her any more lip. Somehow, He felt really scared of this woman, more attracted to her and respect towards her; all at the same time. This new paradoxical feeling scared Sinai out of his wits, taking over his mind and emptying it of any retorts; Not that he was planning to make any. “Yes, Ma’am.” in a hushed tone; head held low was all Sinai could muster. He never felt so humiliated and the fact that deep down he still wanted to ask her out for a drink didn’t help at all. What was this woman doing to him?!

Altar seemed to coincide with the idea of doing this publicly and took the role as the main assassin while the rest of them had to take care of the security. Altar gave him one strange look, akin to one of pity before he skillfully transformed into a disguise. The fear of Ma’am had pushed the thought of what his link to Altar was but it started creeping back into it slowly. Maybe some kind of blood link? Shinkou were a rare clan; so maybe a long lost half-brother? Nah, His parents were adamant about having one child and focusing their attention on him solely. His Mother was a woman yes but she was a disciplined one and had only eyes for her spouse and his father was no different in his virtue of loyalty. With Sinai believing he was the last remnant of a the Shinkou Clan, The thought that Altar might be a full-blooded Shinkou didn’t pass through his mind, which is ironic considering that Altar had far more control and knowledge of his bloodline. He will have to confront him after the mission. He needed a clear mind for this and nagging thoughts about family had to wait. Taking a deep breath; He tried to focus back on the mission; sending those inquiries to the back of his mind.

Ma’am wasted no time and ordered him and Yuki to take the right why she dealt with the right flank of guards. Sinai mustered a little bow before she coolly jumped backwards into the alley below. She moved with grace and determination, unlike other any women he knew. She was... different. Sinai’s first instinct was to run and see if she landed safely but he didn’t want to make of fool himself any more than he already had. He had something to prove right now and his future depended upon it. Giving a slight nod to Altar to show him that he understood the mission. He walked to the other edge; passing Yuri. “Don’t worry; I can handle this. You should go check the backstreets behind us.” He said to her. He had a lot to prove and maybe doing this alone might just be the test needed for him to warrant a bit more respect from his superiors. Taking a deep breath, He started sliding down the side of the building; deciding against trying to do what his superior did and risk breaking his head over a dumpster.

He slid quickly down the wall the wall, slowing his fall by focusing chakra on his heels. He managed to pull off a shitty Hero landing onto the dumpster; His hair falling over his face and his hand sinking into what he hoped was a plate of half eaten takoyaki duck. The two guards that were monitoring this alleyway looked at him in disbelief; “Scamper off kid; It's not the time to be playing Shinobi here” one of the guards yelled at him.”Oh, For fuck's sake. Even the guards?!” he thought to himself. It seemed that his hair had covered his headband. Angrily flinging his hair back; “I’m warning you kid; If you don’t leave now; I’m gonna find your mum and make sure she gives you the spanking of your life!” said the same guard, Now annoyingly making his way towards him. Hadn’t they seen the headband!? He’ll show them. His hand started emanating with Raiton Chakra and in the faint glow that it was shedding; The Guards saw the shine of his headband.

Both guards sheathed their swords as soon as they saw the sign that he was not playing around and started charging at him. Sinai’s hand was already on his weapon pouch and using his quick draw-trick, he had a fist full of Shuriken in an instant. Flinging his hand with all his might; 3 shuriken flew out of his fist, 2 of them embedded themselves into the chest of the first guard whilst the other one hit the wall and clunked to the ground; The Wounded Guard staggered back and dropped his sword as blood seeped out of his mouth. The other guard stopped in his tracks and fiddled with some horn he had tied to his side; He seemed to be calling for backup. Shit! Taking out the remaining two shuriken; He threw them at the stationary guard. Standing still was a fatal mistake. Both of them hit their mark; embedding themselves in the guard’s throat; the horn falling on the ground before it could make its call. He saw the first guard trying to get up and reach for his sword; He was not going to let that happen and Sinai rushed to get it before him.

He nearly reached the sword when Sinai’s foot landed on the missed shuriken and slipped back-first into the dumpster behind him once again. He tried to hurriedly get up from among the garbage; His hand reaching for his weapon pouch; Empty! His weapon pouch must have opened when he fell as he only found a single kunai in it. To make matters worst; 4 Guardsman must have overheard the commotion of the fight and came to check out what was happening; Fully armed with swords. They helped the wounded guard up as he pulled out the shuriken out of his chest. “Look what that bastard did to my chest! That Tyrant thinks that he can send children to scare us away. We’ll show him!” he shouted as he raised his sword up and his man cheered him on. Swords in hand; The group of guards menacingly made their way slowly towards Sinai; taunting him and yelling what they will do to his mother after they are done with him. Sinai was backed against the dumpster; Fear taking away the best out of him; with a single kunai held defensively in front of him. Yet, the mention of his mother was enough to rekindle the flame of courage and he started getting up; reading himself to take down as many foes with him as he could before his evident demise.

But as soon as he tried getting up; that familiar weight came onto his shoulder. “From one many can come to stand against one’s foe.” and off was the weight on his shoulders. What did he expect him to do? Create Shadow clones? What are 3 genin going to do with 3 kunai? He would need far more to take- Of course; Sinai filled his arm with electricity and threw the kunai with all his might. One of the guards could be heard laughing; That laugh cut short as the kunai multiplied extensively and made its way into the guard’s bodies; riddling them with steel. “That was close, Thanks.Um.. Mystery Ally? “ he said to no one in particular. At that moment he realised that he had no clue what his ally's name was. He only realised that he had killed for the first time as he took out the original kunai out of a guard’s nose and he opened his eyes in shock. It seemed the kunai storm had not finished him off. This caught Sinai off GUARD and he instinctively punched the guard; albeit in his SHOCK his hand had flared up in Raiton chakra; causing his punch to embed itself slightly into his ribcage; killing him for good. He realised what strange scent there was, one beyond the stench of blood. The stench of death. As he was dragging and hiding the bodies behind a dumpster and collects the fallen shuriken with the help of a shadow clone; he realised how different he had imagined his first blood. He imagined hesitation and pleas of mercy. A question of loyalty to the village. A beheading maybe, were the skies would weep and try to wash the blood with its tears. Yet, in reality, there was no theatrics, it was all quick and dirty. All done in a dark dank alleyway to kill nameless men protecting a man who spoke the wrong words against the wrong people. Maybe the Anger that overtook him made it easier on himself to commit the killings. Still; The time for moralities was not now. He made sure the bodies were well hidden dismissed his clone. He had other matters to attend to.

Seeing as his part was done, he made his way into the crowd, having stuffed his headband into his pocket as not to attract the wrong type of attention. Only as he made his way out of the dark alleyway; he realised how tired he was. He had given it all in that fight; Just so he could survive. The others probably barely had to move a muscle to dispatch their foes. He had a lot to catch up to; especially to Ma'am. He'll show her he is no child; Just she wait. He muscled his way as forward as poss so he could witness Altar’s handiwork first hand. The question of any blood ties with Altar had risen once again; Maybe this is what he needed to learn to truly unlock his bloodline. Hopefully, it didn’t require him being a human shield. He couldn't say it felt good that he had killed, but it didn't feel bad either.

[1780 + 2200] = [3980]

Sun Apr 02, 2017 12:49 am

It would seems that these guys had to make a commotion as though they were over their heads. Her input was clearly ignored and instead got told to go make a scene with Sinai. As though that wasn't bad enough, Sinai hinted at wanting to settle it his way. When all of them left the roof, Yuri closed her eyes for moment and let out a sigh; maybe that's what it means to move without synergy but only the mission in mind. She was met with similar tactics used by thugs before she was here. With her mind still with reality after reopening her eyes, noises were coming from both sides below from those that left. They couldn't be more open on their entrance as she would have guessed that each had met their own share of troubles right after touchdown. She walked to the shorter side of the roof and take a look down. Lucky for her, there is no armed personnel that looked fitting to a target that needs eliminating. Taking a form of portion of a tile, she would land at a trash bag with a simple switch of location given that there wasn't even a single soul around below with the stores closed. She would stay in that form to observe the empty street; Seems that everyone was attracted to some form of public event that had the mission target at the center or maybe nobody wants to bring her attention to them.

The street didn't stay that way too long. About a hundred guards was seen moving to locations that both troublemakers were when she last heard them splitting themselves up evenly after 10 minutes. The enemy was prepared after all; That wasn't the core of the problem. Yuri gave a thought of why they were willing to follow such a cause as they were ignoring all Yuri and she wasn't about to give herself away to so many of them. She waited for peace to return again before reverting to her normal form and made herself into one of the enemy and heading into where she thought Sinai might have started fighting. She could hear the men at the front finding Sinai and giving chase from the shouting that she could hear at a normal volume. There was when she had to act or Sinai could face serious problems. Giving a shout telling a lie that she saw a Shinobi passing behind her, 4 dozens of men split themselves up evenly as Yuri lead the men towards the lady assigned to the same mission. She could hear continuous explosion from the area that she would be heading to, preparing herself for an evasion and hopefully Sinai would be okay by having about eighty men heading to the "Ma'am". However, nearing the dangerous location she changed her mind to not face the inevitable for herself. By faking a fall to the side and landing to the wall, she had already gave way to the others without being hindered by her since the noise is already loud enough to lead them given the distance that she had closed them; She trust the "flashy" kunochi to settle the mess herself as she pick herself up and ended up at a distance away from the back of the group she led.

Sun Apr 02, 2017 1:33 pm

At Rakka's provocation, the boy would roll his eyes and retort, a smirk growing on his face. "Dick."

A simple reply, but effective.

As the two side groups split themselves among side streets at each side of the building, Altar would take a few seconds to compose himself for what he was about to do. Innocent blood would be on his hands, but he would not let it be on his conscience. The boy would delve into his mindscape, coming face to face with the demon he sheltered. He felt a sick churning in his stomach, like he was tossing the keys to a million dollar car to a reckless son. But it was better than doing it himself.

"You know the target. Clip the wings, butcher the flock. But don't lay a hand on an innocent."
"No promises."

And with that exchange done, Altar would take the back seat in his mind, Kalamity now at holding the reigns for the boy's actions. The demon would waste no time, disappearing from it's perch on the rooftop and reappearing behind the target, the poor man already starting his speech. He was on a stage in a now crowded plaza, about twenty guards lining the stage, facing out towards the crowd. The people in the crowd gasped quietly, their eyes dilating in fear at the boy that had spontaneously appeared behind the man on stage.

The demon would take two quick steps forward, all five arms of the Thousand Hands seals appearing from his back. And one would drive itself right through the speaker's chest. And then another, opposite the first, would stab through just below the first. Together, the hands would lift the man in the air and pull in opposite directions. The plaza would be filled with sickly cracks and tears, paired with a vivid short-lived scream, set out in pain amongst many others in the crowd. The demon would giggle in pure delight at the horrible sounds.

And then the body would give. The man would be ripped clean in half by the hands, blood spraying across the stage, the people in the first few rows, and of course, Kalamity. The demon would run it's tongue across it's bottom lip, relishing the strong metallic taste. And then the fun would begin.

It seemed the guards had recovered from the shock, and some were now flooding the stage. Grinning from ear to ear, the demon would wave them on, cackling as the chakra arms went to work on their frail mortal bodies. The first five didn't understand that they stood no chance. One arm speared clean through two stomachs in line, lifting them up like decoration. Anpther would swat a man downwards through the stage, breaking his neck in the process before grabbing the fourth guard by the head and squeezing, the man's skull giving almost no resistance. The fifth man was hoisted into the air by his left leg, another arm grabbing the right and twisting, ripping the man in half while he hung suspended.

It was after this seconds-long display of brutality that the crowd started to realize they would be next. So, naturally, they ran. The guards were split. Some tried to detain the monster. Others ran with the crowd. It mattered not to Kalamity. They would all suffer the same fate.

The demon would jump from the stage, using one of the hands to shove a guard down onto the ground, the force enough to crack the man's spine. "Mindless cattle! Die for your so called noble cause!" the demon would roar, a raw mix of anger and elation in it's voice. Two more would approach him, one from each side. The left would receive a punch to the gut, hard enough to blow the man's stomach from his body, and after that the demon would turn to grab the guard on the right by the head, using the momentum to slam it into the nearby wall, brain matter splattering up the side of the building.

A whizzing sound would alert the demon to the intentions of the last standing guard. The hand at the demon's back would catch the kunai in mid flight, the demon doing a 180 to face the guard before letting the hand send it back at lightning speed, the weapon embedding itself to the ring into the man's throat almost as fast as it had left the grasp of the hand.

The ordeal having been less than silent, this would draw about half of the guards that were sent Rakka's way to the plaza. However, once they reached the open area, they would stop in shock at the maimed bodies laying strewn across the ground, the haphazard blood stains that decorated a vast amount of the plaza, and of course the last of the standing guards alive, laying on the ground, twitching as he struggled in vain attempts to draw his last breath.

With the now thirty some guards in the plaza, the monster would let out it's chakra in a purple manifestation of a demon, ribcage exposed and bearing the skeletal head of a malformed goat. The demon would let out another guttural roar before leaping into the crowd of guards, the arms wasting no time in partaking of the rather senseless murder. It could have ended with the murder on the stage.

But the fun was just beginning.

Sun Apr 02, 2017 4:42 pm

As Rakka began to lean back into her badass wall run jump flip, Altar attempted to retort with what he probably thought was a clever comeback. Smirking, Rakka snapped back.
”At least there’s one between the four of us.”
With that, she’d continue her badass retreat, having gotten the last word, with no way for Altar to reply, thus affirming his loss and her victory.

In the alley, she’d neutralize the two thugs she met and pin down the others that approached. This seemed like a relatively small operation, which made sense, given that this was just some regular street punk. At least, so Rakka thought.

That was when roughly a quarter of Kirigakure’s population rounded the corner, right into the fireballs that Rakka was spitting their way. A few of them got burnt to a crisp, but the rest waited at the corner, like penguins at the edge of a glacier, trying to push one in to test the water. Rakka simply stopped spitting flames and walked down the alley towards them, the clicks of her footsteps echoing louder and louder as the Yuki grew closer and closer to her targets. It was actually pretty entertaining to hear them babble like fools, trying to figure out what to do.

They waited there, too afraid to move, fearful of the flames that M.C. Rakka did spit. They waited there, terrified as they were, until just before Rakka was upon them. That was when she struck. She spat a flame around the corner, which curved and flew over their heads, glowing an eerie green as it flew, catching the attention of all, ugh, like 75 remaining goons, who did a complete 180 to watch the flames. During that time, Rakka rounded the corner, her hands forming a tiger seal.

Had she been able to speak, she may have shouted something like “Surprise, motherfucker,” but she was currently preoccupied by the literal wall of fire she was spitting, which incinerated every single goon in her way, until none but remained but ashes. Glorious, impersonal, incineration. The smell of charred flesh was, well, it wasn’t that great, and Rakka almost gagged from it, but that was the price she paid for her beloved katon techniques. Like a true artist, she suffered for her craft.

Now, Rakka was faced with a choice. As she had just incinerated roughly 80 people, leaving the infrastructure of Kirigakure miraculously undamaged due to her skillful aiming of her flames, the few stones that were charred at all already beginning to regenerate or whatever the Mizukage thought rocks did when they were burned, healed by the… The rain, I guess? Yeah, it was raining, I should have mentioned that. I’m a shitty narrator. The real question is, who am I? Who is narrating right now? Is it me? Is it you? Does Rakka even know she’s just a fictional OC on a Naruto RP site? These are the kind of deep, philosophical questions one asks when padding their WC. Now that we’re roughly two hundred words from where Rakka needs to be to exit this topic, we can continue to another method of WC padding, commonly referred to as the Takeo.

Rakka, being the incredible badass that she was, shook her head, as if awoken from a trance. Not surprising, really. Her flames were incredibly fine. So fine, in fact, that it was nigh impossible to avoid being transfixed by their beauty and grace, and of course their sheer destructive capability. Damn they were fine.

Now that she was done reveling in her victory, she decided that her work here was done. If Altar was at all competent, he’d have killed whatsisname by now, and as Rakka had just eliminated roughly a quarter of the population of Kirigure, she really needed a drink before the full weight of that hit her. Besides, she couldn’t let herself sober up. If she did, the cumulative hangover might just kill her, and she didn’t want to find out the hard way if that bit of bullshit the secret agent dude had told her was true.

Turning left, she headed to the bar, as Altar was sure to deduce. That other girl was probably fine, and Altar’s bratty cousin could die in the fabulous flames she’d just spit for all she cared.

(Exit)
(TWC: 2031)
All of it going to Northern Lights, using the 25% discount from max stats

+4,000 Ryo
400 Ryo to Kiri

Sun Apr 02, 2017 5:20 pm

Siani had hoped that he would have been able to see Altar start his assassination but due to him having to deal with more guards then he excepted and in return hide their bodies; He was late to the party. Before he had even arrived at the edge of the crowd; It had already started fleeing in panic. He had returned from the alleyway lost in thought and thus he hadn’t noticed the bloody spectacle that Altar had started. Only when a man ran into him; sending him staggering back, he realised that something was amiss. Yet; he nearly got trampled over by the fleeing crowd as they ran blindly away from the stage; Sinai unable to see as he struggled to advance through the opposing mass. Siani was not a big guy and even though the crowd was mostly everyday people; the fear that Altar had instilled in them turned them into charging oxen. Sinai was now deeply regretting his decision of not settling to viewing the assassination from their rendezvous point, but turning back was definitely not an option; He would get carried with the flow to god knows where. Substituting himself with a thrown item was out of the question; opening his weapon pouch would definitely result in all the contents spilled onto the floor; probably lost forever. He just had to toil through by sheer force.

As he slowly made progress; He started seeing more and more of what actually what was happening. The first indication was the sloshing sound that his feet were making. Risking a look down; there were blood and guts littering the floor; His glance quickly moved up once again. He wasn’t risking getting nauseated in the middle of a stampede even though he had made it through the thick of it; Most people having already evacuated the premise. All that remained were trampled people and body parts; A wounded guard grabbed Sinai's ankle; wailing for mercy. His lower half was non-existent; intestines dragging behind him. This man was already dead, Yet he himself did not know it. It was all too much for Sinai. His face contorted in disgust as he gagged; His hand on his mouth trying to stop the incoming rush. Like a volcanic geyser reaching its maximum pressure; vomit made its way up his throat; He tried to keep it back, but like a well trained sieging party; he could hold it in no longer. There was no way to stop it. Like a well-executed water jutsu; He showered the dead man with the remains of his breakfast; Takoyaki, Tuna Sushi rolls and Miso soup. He wiped the vomit off his face with the back of his hand and then clean it on a filthy rag; which unknown to him was a dead girl’s dress. He didn’t want Ma’am knowing he hadn’t had the guts to stay resolute in the face of death. He was sure Ma’am had handled anything that came her way yet at the same time he felt worried that something might have happened to her in the chaos. If anything did; she would be a faceless corpse among many; it would take weeks to find someone among the piles of body parts and carcases. What he had done in the alleyway was not give death; It was just murder; This was what meant to truly give death. Here truly lay the stench of death.

As he looked up once again; The area around him seemed to be clear of anyone else except the dead but in front of him lay a battle. He then saw Altar; breaking a guard in half with golden hands as he stabbed another in the throat. Sinai was too awestruck at the sight of Altar butchering anything that lay in his path. A few moments ago; he stood on the roof as cool as a cucumber; casually explaining the mission. He could barely believe this was the same man. So much so; that he didn’t even notice the backfall of blood and guts that rained on him as he slowly made his way closer. He focused chakra into his eyes; He wanted to know what jutsu he was using, or at least get an idea how he was channelling his chakra in that way. His pupils turned a bright sheen of red and then he saw it. He froze in fear. He forgot completely about the golden hands jutsu; Something else had caught his attention. Blackness flowed through Altar’s body; mixed in with his chakra. A purple skeletal demon like silhouette seemed to hang upon him like a cloak; tendrils coming off it intertwining with the golden hands as it too was out of the mysterious dark chakra. What was he? Some kind of jinchūriki? He felt once again the familiar weight upon his shoulder, as the ghastly black claw pressed upon. “The Black Sabbath. He is one of us. Do not fear his wrath as long as you do not stand in his way.” the ghastly voice echoed in Sinai’s mind as he stood frozen in fear as “Black Sabbath” decimated the men around him as if they were nothing. He tried to form words but they seemed to be stuck in his throat; due to a mix of fear and the shock of his ally visiting him once again. “So, Altar is like me? He has someone like you? I am not the only one?” he thought to himself; hoping that his ally would hear him. “Yes, he carries the blood too. Not many remain like us; You must stand together to understand yourself.” the voice replied. It felt strange having a conversation in his mind yet still talking to someone else. “So, You called that thing Black Sabbath; How do you know its Name? And what is your name then?” Sinai asked; wanting to sate his curiosity about his alley too. Yet no answer came; as before he even had finished his question; the grasp on his shoulder loosened and with it went the weight.

As if to add more chaos the scenery; Flames emerged from one of the alleyways; The one that Rakka would have been taking care of. A couple of guards ran out of the inferno screaming before they crumbled into black ashes. A burst of fire darted towards him; causing him to do a black ops 1 dolphin dive onto a trampled elderly couple; splashing himself even more with the bodily fluids of the dead. He got up; too spooked out of his wits to care that he was now mostly red. That woman was amazing. He felt butterflies for the first time as he thought of her. Even though he smelt like a dead pig; he waited till the flames seemed to have stopped and gone around the block; Maybe catching wind of Ma’am; Which unfortunately was long gone. With a sigh, he thought it was for the best. It would be better to ask her out when he didn’t smell or look this dead.

After making his way back to the plaza and seeing that Altar would have finished his work; Sinai would approach him; Covered head to toe in blood. “Mission Accomplished I guess. I see you have done quick work of the guards”. Ma’am seemed to have gone off. She’s capable; Especially for a Woman.” Not wanting to annoy Altar with Small Talk; Sinai would jump to the point. “Alright; enough of the small talk. I have seen your...Ghastly Ally. I am Shinkou too. I thought I was the last one remaining but my ally told me that you might be able to help me understand my abilities further as you too are the same. My parents are dead; I have no one to help me understand what my powers are. My Ally told me you would be the one to help me with that. Well, Till now he was always right. So; Can I count on you?” Siani would say.

[3980 + 1355] = [5,335]

Tue Apr 04, 2017 6:37 am

After picking herself up, she moved away the spot where a massacre will happen with haste using a half handed "ram" seal that belongs to one of her unique abilities. Within a few seconds after she got to safety at another rooftop, there were more shouting heard around her not just from where she led the group to. It would seems that those who wanted to make a mess within the mission group had performed well according to the plan. Kirigakure isn't the type that would clean up and so will the message be delivered for longer than it should. Indeed, It is not wise to speak up at such a time. She doesn't need to know how the resistance is torn up since the others are probably having fun, carrying the ideas and values that probably preserve the village for the future and so forth. It would take a while for the masses to calm down as she would look out or the innocent caught in this mess. The slain were everywhere nearby as she looked down after moving roof to roof. She could also see some resistance members fleeing too; They were probably better off trying to break out of the storm than to start going against the village.

By chance, she found a mother pinned under a few corpse struggling to move as her baby cried loudly on another. She approached them to move away the load helped them to safety. Throughout the remainder of the mission, she continued looking out for others who had difficulty getting to safety from the fighting and highlighting danger zones. It would take some time for the fighting areas to quiet down which she would get back after to check on their status to wrap up the mission before getting paid. It is doubtful for any of them to be part of the casualties.

[Exit]
WC: 2025
Claiming Mission Rewards
Claiming 5 Stats

Tue Apr 04, 2017 10:50 am

God, that had been exhilirating.

And with that thought, Kalamity receded to the back of Altar's mind, the boy in control again. A sudden sense of vertigo would fill the boy, the stench of death, blood and god knows what innards filling his nose. He had seen what the demon had done, but he didn't truly experience it until now.

This. This was the exact reason the beast could never be truly released like Nekoda. The boy would stumble and grasp his head, the sudden sensations too much for the boy. The boy, of course, would recover at about the time Sinai began to speak. The boy had audacity, that was for certain.

"Oh please, that wasn't my Yuumei. His Display wished it was half as terrifying as him."

Altar would look the boy in the eyes, his Meigan activating for effect, his right eye becoming an odd mix of jade green and crimson red. "Tell me, Sinai, do you WANT to die? You know not the path before you. The Shinkou are a cursed people, youngling." the ANBU would say, hate and disgust clear on his face. Slowly, the emotions would fade, and the boy would sigh heavily. This was a clan member after all. Family. Which meant terrible things for both of them.

"If you truly want to learn more about what and who you are, seek me out. Your Meigan will know how to find me." the boy would say, before making his way through the now ashen alley to his right back home.

"I give him a week, tops."
"Come now, have some faith. The Shinkou are a strong people. Two weeks."

~Exit~
~TWC: 2017~
~Claiming 4,000 ryo~
~Claiming 20 AP~

Tue Apr 04, 2017 4:47 pm

A Change came over Altar in front of his eyes; As he started making his way back to him; At the same time the last of the guards lay slain on Altar’s knee; His spine obliterated by the golden hands, the dark chakra form seemed to evaporate from him; his eyes in a thousand yard stare’ seeming numb with pain. He slowly made his way across the maimed guards and Sinai slowly approached him in turn, his crimson eyes losing their lustre as his vision chakra slowly faded. He decided to soften the conversation a bit with small talk but it seemed that Altar was phased out and he didn’t get any feedback from him. Seeing as for the most part he was wasting time and not wanting to annoy his superior or bore him, he summoned to courage inside of him and he dropped the bombshell. At first; Altar scoffed at his remark; correcting him to the fact that what he saw was nothing close to how terrifying his Ally was. Then he stared him down; locking eyes; which in its own right was already intimidating. Sinai found that he could not break from the unflinching stare. and as he uttered his question to Sinai; his pupils dilated, and rings of Jade and Crimson appeared. Sinai was startled; taking a couple of steps back in fear. He knew that his blood gave special eyes but Altar seemed to have mastered it beyond its normal capacity. With that, Altar had dropped a bombshell on him; each word laced with hate and disdain. Did he want to die? Was he ready to put everything on the line to follow a dark path he had no idea what lay in? His heritage as a curse according to the man that lay in front of him; A man who knew much more about the power that flowed through their blood. He did not know the nature of this curse and neither its benefits. All his training and hard work were leading to this yet he was not sure it was the right choice. Questions bubbled up in his mind; each one taking over the other. He was not even sure what he should respond to Altar. No? I don’t want to die? Was he doing this so he wouldn’t die? To deliver death? To Preserve his Parent’s Legacy? Or was it so he could die a true Shinkou? He realised he had no idea why he wanted this. He just walked towards this path because that's what he found.

Fortunately; Sinai didn’t have to make a decision as he didn’t have time to answer before Altar gave him the Ultimatum with a sigh before walking off into the dank alleyways. His ultimatum raised, even more questions; the most important one being what was this Meigan he mentioned. It seemed to crucial to his decision if he chose to follow the path of the Shinkou. Maybe that was the name of his Ghastly Ally? No; if that were the case; it would have long gone taken him to Altar itself. Then it must be his eyes themselves? Would they be his guide? But how?! He’ll have to think about this later, he was far too tired for this. Taking his mission slip. Slowly but steadily, he made it to the Administration building; He took the reward; There was no need for the kill to be confirmed; everyone knew it happened. He made his way back home, lost in thought. This meeting had gone completely differently than he had imagined. There was no shining rank up for him or promotion. Just questions. “It would be a good time to give me advice now….Ghastly Ally.” Sinai said in his mind; Even though calling it Ghastly Ally as its name was awkward and clunky; he had no other choice since it refused to tell him its name or anything else at the moment. If only his parents were alive, his life would be much easier.

[Exit]
[5,335 + 670] = [6,005]
Finished Training Shadow Clone Shuriken [1270 WC]
Trained Raiton: Swift Cutting [C-RANK] [2000 WC]
Started Training Chidori [2005 WC]
Claiming Mission Rewards (4000 Ryo)
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Claiming 10 stats

Tue Apr 04, 2017 10:35 pm

Approved on all points save for Sinai's stat claim. As per our mission rules only up to ten stats may be claimed on a mission B-rank and above (See these rules). Please amend your claim and you'll be set to go.