Re: Interrogation: Crime Lord [Kenshin] P

Tue Aug 11, 2020 6:42 pm

Her … Kind. She knew the words weren’t meant as an insult by any means but she had heard them screamed at her by her father when she had finally had enough of their berating and insulting looks. She remembered a faint memory, from the life of someone she had only known briefly, as her father screamed at her and her ‘kind’ for being the curse that had befallen their family - as if she had asked for this to manifest itself in her. None of these thoughts showed on her face, even at the closeness of their proximity, since even though she had attempted to step back from him… in this enclosed room, he held her to him with tenderness she was still so unfamiliar with; but of which she still craved more deeply than she would ever admit. Pressed tightly to his chest she caved into a craving before realizing she was doing so - she pressed herself against him and laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes, allowing herself to focus on his heartbeat and the rumbling of his voice as he continued to speak.

She opened her eyes, staring blankly at the wall as she processed his last words - a gift… when in her life had she ever seen this curse of hers as anything but, a curse? Seeing herself through his eyes she was descended from a clan that had fallen off the face of the known shinobi world, a wild card in terms of power and a permanent blindside - for who other than Guren was able to use Blood manipulation? From his eyes, it was a gift that she was now more determined than ever to focus on and grow to leagues she was unable to imagine. Finally she would pull herself gently from his arms and push her hands carefully through her hair, smoothing most of the fly away hairs and clearing her throat - “I think I will call it a day.. I wouldn’t worry about that too much if I you were, it should heal in a day or so. I think a nice stroll in the Grove would do some good..” With those last words she placed her hand on the seal and surged some chakra in instantly transporting herself back to their entry point and leaving the building.

WC 388 [x2 event wc 776]
TWC 7082

EXIT
Claims ~~- 70 AP -~~ x2 for max stat so 140 AP
3288 words to Ninjutsu Amplifier 3999/4000
1295 words to Water Release: Five Feeding Sharks V7 1295/1500
1499 words to Drought 1499/1500
1000 words to Suiton: Mizu Senbon [V7] 1000/1000

Tue Aug 11, 2020 7:18 pm

Tue Aug 11, 2020 11:37 pm

Kenshin would smile gently down at Mizuki as she laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and leaned against him… the woman completely letting her guard down and simply enjoying the comforting feeling that The Ragdoll was exuding for her and her alone. The Half-Blood would watch as the woman stared blankly at the wall for a few moments after he mentioned her having quite the gift, something that told him that she did not necessarily see it as that… much as he had considered his own threads to be a curse when he had been younger and less experienced. As the woman tried to pull away Kenshin would allow her to, listening to her words and watching as she started to move away… but before she could reach the seal he would reach out and grab her by the wrist, a small melancholic smile on his face.

“You know… you’re not the only one with abilities that others would view as a curse… and I can assure you that you are not the only one who viewed those abilities as a curse.” The Reaper would say, his sad smile only growing a little larger, before he began to undo the buttons of his overcoat. He wouldn’t say a word as he turned his back to her, undoing the last of the buttons and releasing a light sigh as he opened the overcoat from the front and pushed it back, allowing it to slip off his frame and fall gently to the ground.

The pale flesh of his back was exposed to the probing eyes of the woman, the skin a true alabaster due to the lack of pigmentation that skin possessed… but what was more striking than that, were the almost endless series of black threads that seemed to be stitching his body together… and the five masks that were sitting almost proudly upon that flesh. As the man turned he would reveal his torso to the woman, showing that, if anything, there were even more stitches upon the flesh… and, if she were to be looking as close as he suspected she would, then she may even be able to pick up on the extremely pale scars that covered every inch of his flesh.

Without a word he would extend his right arm completely, turn it towards himself, and without warning jam it directly into his chest, spearing himself perfectly in the sternum… and without flinching The Ragdoll would grab hold of one his hearts, and gently pull it free of his body. The Heart was beating in his hand gently, surrounded almost entirely in a writhing and pulsating mass of threads… and The Reaper would continue to stare into the eyes of the woman.

“This is not a power I chose… it was a power that was forced upon me by that man I showed you in that Genjutsu… all those experiments were to prepare my body to receive this ‘Gift’... this gift was the single most excruciating thing I have ever experienced in my life… and I was conscious through the entire process. They implanted these threads within my body… and due to the experiments they performed upon me I was able to survive the process of these threads destroying and replacing my entire skeletal system… as well as a good portion of my muscular and nervous system. These Threads… are the birthright of a hated and feared clan known as the Tau… and, as I am sure you can see, the powers I have received from them are amazing indeed. I am able to assimilate the hearts of those I kill… and if those I kill are deemed as a match to me by the threads I am able to make their hearts my own. Absorbing hearts in this manner allows me to access the Primary Elemental Affinity of the shinobi I killed, thus allowing me to ‘learn’ elements in a far different manner to others, and giving me quite the advantage.” The Reaper would explain, looking down at the heart he held in his hand for a few more moments before pulling it back into his chest.

“In total I currently possess 10 hearts, and 5 of those hearts are housed in the masks you can see upon my back… I am sure you recall the creatures I summoned in our mission? The ones that were capable of using some rather devastating jutsu… that is one of the ultimate techniques of the Tau Clan… they are able to use their threads to create independent creatures from their hearts and threads, and control those creatures while still allowing them to use techniques… a very deadly ability when used correctly.” He would continue, trying to allow Mizuki to see the power that this ‘curse’ was truly affording him.

WC: 804 (1610 event)

Wed Aug 12, 2020 4:04 pm

Her hand never seemed to reach the wall as her opposite wrist was clasped with gentle yet insistent pressure, turning she would see the melancholic smile that so worried her. His words didn’t seem to match up to his expression either - was he trying to comfort her by explaining she wasn’t the only one cursed with a gift? No. Her attention was averted when he dropped her wrist to unbutton his overcoat, turning his back to her, shrugging his arms out of the sleeves and finally allowing the clothing to drop to the floor - revealing a demented and tortured patch of skin.

Desperately her gaze raked across his form - the threads that seemed to be the only thing holding him together, the painfully pale skin that had never seen the light of day longer than a few moments, and the 5 masks with each set of eyes glaring back at her mockingly. Her breathing was quickened by shock and her eyebrows were knitted together in concern but not disgust - more lack of understanding and sickly curiosity. His tall frame slowly turned to face her and the lines of stitching only continued in earnest on this side, now accompanied by a web of scars that she had seen a bit of in the hospital.

She watched with growing intrigue as he held out his hand and pointed it at his chest - perhaps he was going to explain something about the threads or start a a monolouge of some sort - so when he instead plunged his hand into his chest the shout that ripped from her throat was like a wounded animal - “KENSHIN!” - she had even begun to close the small gap to do what aid she could when he was already holding the beating heart that was attached to several dozen writhing threads. Her right hand shot out to steady herself against the wall - unsure of what she was witnessing but still her face read no hint of disgust for the man; only concern and confusion, for she had never seen anything like it.

The look on her face must have been obvious as he began explaining exactly what she was seeing and how he was the way he was. He had more power than she had even begun to assume - he pushed the pounding heart back into his chest and explained how he held 10 of those- only then did she differentiate the minuscule offbeat sound of many hearts beating together; almost as one but for keen ears that now knew what to listen for it was faintly there.

She hadn’t brought words to her lips yet, only staring at him and searching his face for the cost that this was bringing him - “Devastating to whom? Them… or you.” She knew it was only a play on words but her intention was still clear to him, whatever good was granted from this there was equal consequence that only he bore. She approached him with confidence, intending to let him know she did not fear him or his ability, and came around to stare at the masks again - 5 manifestations of the hearts he had. Raising one hand gently she would touch one of the masks off to the left with the most feather like touches and a frown on her face. “I was born with mine… but you were forced into yours … You had your normalcy stolen from you Kenshin… I trust you ended those responsible.” These words came in whispers but held the same indignation as though she was yelling them. She came around to his front once more, within a half meter of his skin, pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips into his - Affection between the two was rare and this was even rarer… but who would know? In this interrogation room she showed him that even with his most inner secret spelled out for her she did not see him as anything less.

Their gifts they possessed seemed like the appropriate cost they had paid to be with one another now - as what an unholy pair they were.

WC 684 [x2 wc 1368]

Thu Aug 13, 2020 11:32 pm

Kenshin would resist the urge to smirk as the woman screamed out his name in a mixture of horror and distress, and he would watch as her eyes focussed on the heart as he pulled it out his chest, her eyes showing so much concern and distress… it was honestly touching in a way. When she asked whether the jutsu were devastating to opponents or to him he would smirk… she was just as aware as he that bloodlines like that, and the techniques derived from them, came with their own prices and burdens… but what truly mattered was just how much you could make of those ‘gifts’ with their drawbacks. When the woman walked around him to look at his masks he would stay still and allow her to view them as she pleased, she would say a few words regarding how she felt to know what she now did, before saying that she trusted he ended those responsible, something that only earned a light chuckle and a nod from the man as she came around to his front once more.

When the woman lifted herself onto her tiptoes he would smirk widely and kneel down just a tad, his arms coming up and grabbing the woman by her upper thighs and lifting her off the ground as her lips met his. He would take a step back and come to take a seat upon the table, his hands sliding up and coming to rest on her hips as he lost himself in the kiss, the rapidly cooling corpse on the other side of the table completely forgotten. When the kiss was eventually broken The Ragdoll would rest his forehead against Mizuki’s, a small smile on his face as he looked into the dual toned eyes of the woman.

“I will teach you to make the most of this gift… you have my word.” He would say simply, never once allowing his silver eyes to leave hers.

WC: 328 (656 event)

[Exit]

TWC: Will add up later

Will make claims later

Sat Aug 15, 2020 7:17 pm

She felt her body lifted from the ground as if she weighed nothing more than a sack of feathers - not huff of strain left the man she now held with her lips. She barely registered her knees coming to rest on the table on either side of him either… but her hands took in every detail she could glean as they ran up his back and into his hair- allowing a few moments of complete oblivion before breaking their lips apart to rest her forehead against Kenshin’s. Quick silver eyes meeting the blend of violet and crimson, her lips curled into a smile that matched his perfectly.

“Then so be it.”

EXIT
WC 111 [x2 wc 222]

TWC 1590
Claims: 30 AP [Max stat bonus]
90 words to Water Release: Five Feeding Sharks V7 1385/1500
500 words to Temporary Paralysis Technique 500/500
1000 words to C rank Super Beast Imitating Drawing (Binding Snakes) 1000/1000

Sun Aug 16, 2020 10:51 am

Approved

Tue Sep 08, 2020 9:05 am

TWC: 7104

2062 words towards Fire Dragon Bullet, claiming (25% Max Stat Discount)

2062 words towards Dragon Flame Release Song, claiming (25% Max Stat Discount)

2062 words towards Lightning Release: Electromagnetic Murder, claiming (25% Max Stat Discount)

918 words towards Blistering Web (A-rank), claiming (25% Max Stat Discount). 468 words trained here (I know this is more WC than I need with the discount, I just need to get rid of the words)

+6,000 ryo. 288,000 + 6,000 = 294,000

Sat Nov 07, 2020 4:24 am

Kenshin's Claims approved.

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