Bal-tent bombardment of a traumatised baby

In all honesty, though she had pulled the woman towards her, Rin had never expected the woman to fall, she had done so playfully, expecting the woman to at least get a smile at the half hearted attempt at payback, but sometimes the universe has an odd sense of humour. As she pulled the woman overbalanced herself, seemingly lost in thought she didn't notice until she was tumbling towards Rin, and Rin, though she had been the one to instigate this, let out a surprised gasp as she saw the woman tumbling down on her even as the woman herself let out an adorable yelp. 

The pain of the impact and the giant of a woman coming tumbling down on her was... actually not that bad, sure it hurt a little but she was more distracted by the soft flesh of the woman pushed down atop her. Despite herself she felt another blush running up her face even as the girl threw herself to the side in a panic. Rin couldn't help but let out a girlish laugh, it was just... "Too cute" she said before catching herself, the blush turning even hotter as she realised she had finished her sentence aloud. Of course that blush lasted until she looked to the side, catching a glimpse of the woman, who she had managed to get absolutely and completely drenched. Wet at this point was an understatement, the woman was literally dripping, her clothes turning transparent in places and clinging to her as sopping wet clothes were want to do; with that sight Rin's blush turned redder than anything that could really be called a blush, she quickly looked away, stuttering an apology that was more a garbled mess of sounds than any real words.

Turning to face the woman Rin studiously made sure to maintain eye contact, very deliberately not looking anywhere else. She was just about to tentatively offer to dry off the drenched mess that had become the woman's clothes when she heard a crash from one of the towering apartment buildings that the woman had been standing by earlier, followed by a woman's scream. With a brief sigh Rin stepped back into the mentality of a combatant, Releasing enough of her aura to vaporise the water around the pair of them and dry the woman's clothes enough to allow for some semblance of decency Rin would make a gesture towards the building before rushing towards it, reluctantly channeling chakra to her feet in order to allow herself to run up the wall of the building, even as Vis and codex leapt down from their hiding places atop the surrounding buildings. Together the three of them would burst into the room they had heard the scream from, only to find an odd looking man holding a woman at knife point. 
Assuming no one else interrupted her she would send vis forward to disarm the man as her and codex rushed to check on the woman's condition. With it's heightened physical prowess the man was no match for vis who's strength and speed was enough to disarm and capture the man with a flurry of blows faster than the eye could see.
WC: 533
TWC:4898

As she put a hand on the other woman and was about to thank her for helping her up, The connection and exchange of information promised by Nishu’s connection of all things and their chakras took hold of her and forced a sequenced scene to take over her vision as if she was living it. Though she knew it was a capsulized moment in time of the other woman’s memories and experiences, it did not change the fact, nor the lived-through emotions attached to the memory, any less painful to experience.

“You are pathetic….” A dark voice echoed around Baliquis, and she froze in the mire that was its venomous and disgusting, oozing existence as the world around her darkened to black and the scenery melted off to those of the woman’s memory. She looked around but made herself keep to herself as still as possible and not move because overreacting might have made it easier to think this memory exchange was the true reality. And not a flashback of a sincere event that had already come to pass. The voice, male in form, was the type that one could feel a dark and spiteful smirk in, “And you were supposed to be the one to judge whether I was worth doing business with?” She could feel the chuckle; the words and voice barely helped back, “Are the men you represent truly so weak? If so, what do I have to gain by allying myself with them? The answer is simple… I gain nothing.” Baliquis could feel the thoughts the woman had at the time as she began to relive her experience further. The aura radiating as he spoke was horrifying; Baliquis felt the emotions translate to words like a story being read to her. She stood still as they ripped into the waters of her own mind- unwritten but unforgettable.

Rin had thought herself weak by comparison to the man, but as he spoke, she could see in his eyes that she didn't ever register as a person, those cold dead eyes, that deep-seated disgust, she was nothing to this man but vermin, and the worst part is he was right; compared to her he was like a god, great and terrible in his wrath, what use would a god have for an alliance with vermin. As the girl processed all of this, the man’s arm began to writhe, almost bubbling for a second. Baliquis watched in horror as the skin began to part, and rather than blood, thick black threads began to squirm out of his arm, tendrils of the stuff radiating the same disgusting black ooze that dripped from his eyes, and with that, the tenuous control Rin had maintained on her fear burst, the girl thrashing and screaming in terror as those threads began to crawl up her face, a thick trail of the revolting black muck spreading across her face until suddenly she realized she couldn’t see the thread anymore... and that was when it clicked, the pain in her head the wetness on her face, the blurry vision, hadn’t come from the lack of air but rather from her eye. ‘Oh god, it hurts,’ Baliquis could hear the woman think to herself, and as her screams of terror began to turn to screams of pain and agony; and as she screamed, the man merely continued to speak, the disdain and derision still evident in his voice.

“You will deliver a message from me to your masters…” and as he spoke, despite the pain radiating throughout her being, Rin listened, for she couldn’t help it; this man was a god, a force of nature made incarnate, and what fool could bare to ignore a god, indeed what fool would dare to do so. Her mind was on the edge of breaking, consciousness all but gone, a single thought broke through her pain and terror. ‘A message, that is all he wants of me?’ Baliquis heard the thought play out, and once more of the creature’s voices arose, and she looked to see whatever this being looked like, “If I catch wind of them or any of their ilk within my borders, I will personally hunt them down, and by the time that I am finished they will be begging for death.”

He was tall, but that was all the kindness God had given him. The man’s skin was pale as white paper, and though it seemed it would have been smooth, something told her it was rough, hardened. Unnaturally so. His long hair was just as white, and his face held scars, rips in the skin held together with short, blackened threads that didn’t move. His eyes were just red orbs of anger, hate, and disdain that brimmed in the barest of confinement within an insanity-polished cup where pools of inky blackness surrounded them. Something was…off. Something seemed familiar, but she knew she had never seen or met this man. It was something about his face that she couldn’t shake off even as the memory played out around her. Why had she felt that she had seen that face before? That she could place it as recently as yesterday or sometime in the recent past?

As the man spoke, his words seemed more and more reasonable compared to the pain radiating out of her face as those black horrors withed and peeled away her flesh; his words sounded downright kind, yes she would deliver his message if that was all it took to make this pain stop why wouldn’t she. Gritting her teeth together to stifle another scream, the girl nodded her head at the man’s words, forcing a smile; and as the girl forced that smile, the pain stopped, her forced smile turning to one of relief, for a fraction of a second she could breath easy again as the pain lessened. The girl let out a sigh of relief, and almost as if in response, the pain came back ten times over as the man’s hand moved again in a blur of motion, a sickening squelch coming from what remained of her ruined eye as the crushed remnants of the organ were forced out and onto her ruined face.

Screaming in agony Rin’s mind retreated in on itself, desperate to find anything to focus on other than that god-awful pain; he had stopped speaking, and she couldn’t focus on his words any longer, but he still held her by the throat, she focussed on that feeling, his strong rough hand holding her suspended in the air, it wasn’t much, but she tried to focus on it, anything to distract her from the pain, though even that dubious distraction didn’t last long, that hand the one thing she’d been able to hold on to as her world, her very self was ripped away, released her, and she found herself hanging in the air, with blood and muck in her remaining eye and her entire body radiating pain the girl was practically blind and mad with pain; already her cries of agony had turned to muffled whimpers, and as the demon god continued his ministrations those same whimpers became naught, but pitiful mewling as her arm was sliced to ribbons. When he was finally done, Rin dropped to the floor with naught but a sound, curling in on herself, and then she heard his voice once again ““Now go, run back to your masters and inform them of my message” before the man had even finished speaking Rin had already begun to flee out of the memory sequence.

As reality went back to normal and her snowy surroundings blended back in, Baliquis realized she was out of the memory now, but it all had felt so real. She didn’t notice the scream punctuating the air, but she did notice hold Rin had helped her up and used a technique of some sort to dry her clothes off in the manner of completely removing the water from her clothes. Then she gestured to an apartment building and began to run up its side-how the fuck did she do that? Was it just- chakra- in her feet?

While Rin was taking care of things away from her, Baliquis was still trying to figure out how to put chakra in the soles of her feet to try and also walk up the side of the nearby apartment building.

[ WC: 1400 ] [ TWC: 2595 ]

As Rin felt the woman place her hand upon her Rin felt a shudder, almost a quiver in the air around her. She felt the nature chakra within her resonating with... something, though to her surprise she couldn't quite tell what that something was. Still before she could examine the phenomena any further she felt herself being pulled into a vision, it felt similar to a genjutsu, her mind being pulled into an illusion, a glimpse of a memory perhaps?

She was sitting at a desk, looking down upon a report. 'Their cause of death was labeled as 'cardiac arrest. Their lungs and organs showed signs of damage that he hadn't seen before, and he couldn't properly identify it other than it was most likely shinobi witchcraft. How fucking troublesome.'

The thought echoed through her mind as if it was her own, and yet, the voice was different from her own internal voice... moreover, looking down at the report she could recognise those wounds, slightly different from her own though they were they showed the telltale signs of those same accursed threads her tormentor used."

Rin tried to real back, tried to look around her, but the vision remained the same, as if following her. "What is this?" she screamed even as she tried to cycle her chakra into a release technique, to break whatever bizarre genjutsu this was before it could take hold any more than it already had... but then she realised she could not feel her chakra... she could feel a chakra network certainly, but it was not her own, it felt more... fluid, like a calm stream slowly flowing towards a raging waterfall...

'I wanted to do nothing because those informants were expendable. That's why I chose them. With the intention in mind that when they served their purpose, I would kill them myself, but it seems someone intended to rob me of that too; had the shinobi not stolen me of enough already? Were they taking my rightful kills from me too? The informants had still been so helpful, but I picked them from our order's lower rankings and rungs so they would not damage the hierarchy or the overall flow of the temple if they "just happened" to die. What could the shinobi gain from this, though? What could they gain from shaking up things like this? '
The voice continued on, ignoring her question even as the vision continued to move forward, the woman looking up to reveal a group of individuals, all garbed in some sort of... ceremonial wear. 'Perhaps a group of priests?' Rin thought, even as the scene continued to move on. There was something familar about the voice as it spoke within her head, it sounded vaguely familiar, and yet... different somehow, just out of reach.

"I think we should keep this between us," she said, only the voice was not her own. It was the voice of the woman Rin had only just been enjoying herself with... She could hear the clamour of voices around her, the men and woman discussing the matter "The clergy deserves to know!" one demanded. She could hear the discussion going on around her, hear the vision showing her... something. But it all passed by before Rin could focus on it. She felt sick, one of the first people she had allowed herself a moment of calm with in years... and she of course had to be connected to... Him.

"It could be the Shinobi!" another voice said, Rin's mind barely registering the figures voice as it desperately tried to process what was
"And yet we have no evidence of that." her voice... no the woman's voice replied aloud before she herd the woman's thoughts echoing through her head again. 'Which was true- we had nothing but speculation.' She couldn't help but feel there were depths to this woman that she simply hadn't seen before this, where before she had seen a playfull childlike woman who radiated sheltered innocence, now she was seeing a far more manipulative side, one that left Rin's blood running cold, she was normally quite a good judge of character, and yet she had been fooled twice by this woman. A sentiment that was confirmed a moment later as the woman's internal monologue seemed to continue it's recollection.

"What do you want from me, Elder Kaan? Do you seriously expect me to approach the shinobi with this accusation, and we have nothing to back it, but show them that we are rattled by this and threaten the fragile truce we have? After I worked to put the program in place and build them a school as a sign of goodwill?" The other Elders looked weary, but that's where I thrived—playing off their unsureness and indecisiveness, as I had for so long. "We will keep this to ourselves. If something else happens while I investigate, we keep it to ourselves. When we find a culprit, we will tell the clergy. Right now, we can say they died in their sleep until we have an answer." The woman said, and Rin couldn't help but admire the skill with which she manoeuvred the elders against each other, pushing and pulling on their fear's and desires to achieve her goals.

If she hadn't been so angry, so confused and more than a little concerned, she would have been taking notes for her own use, she had infiltrated plenty of high society events, and she had played many urchins, bandits and other children of the streets against each other, but to see this woman work members of a clergy in such a skilled fashion gave her more than a few ideas of how to manipulate others to her will in the future.

"What of the clergy?" one of the other men asked in a high pitched whiny voice, and the woman dismised it with an explanation that sounded well reasoned... and yet... something about it rang false to her

"We can't tell them quite yet; they are already on edge, and if we tell them, it will only make them skittish and paranoid: the workflow of the order will no longer be upheld properly, and if that happens, the only thing we can do is count the days until someone slips up and gets killed by a shinobi again, such as when I first made the program. If that happens, then what? We offer more members of the order to the shinobi to sate them, or they will turn on us, perhaps out of frustration. Either way, our authority is challenged and questioned."

The statement was well reasoned, it's conclusions followed, and the woman's words rang in such a way that made them sound believable, yet still something about what she said had a hint of falseness in it to Rin's ears.

"The best course of action is the least favorable" the woman continued "We keep those involved quiet as we try to resolve this internally. If we bring this failure to light, it may give less amendable shinobi ideas that they, too, can sneak in and kill us in some twisted way to 'ease tensions." she said, and again another elder chimed in

"So…either way, we are losing, it seems." the elder said, a nod of dismissal that seemed to carry weight to those around them, the woman's voice speaking again in her internal monologue. 'they agreed to let me take care of everything, as did the others. After all, for how much they talked and spoke of shouldering burdens, they shrugged it off to someone else, but that's what I wanted... As long as I had control over the situation, there was no real need for them or anyone else.' the woman thought, and Rin could begin to see how she wound these crusty old men and stogy old women around her fingers, a master manipulator if she had ever seen them.

The scene faded for a moment, as the woman's voice spoke, almost setting the scene for her, thought no mater how she tried it still failed to reply

'More of my little birds came up dead, steadily in all the same ways. No one else in the clergy was killed. Just the informants and little spies I had, watching over my sister. It spoke for itself several things, but mainly it seemed to be someone toying and showing what they could do, how easily they could do it, and how they could get away with it.' the voice spoke even as the vision faded into that of another room, a desk and study, 'perhaps the woman's?' Rin thought to herself even as the woman seemed to look down, studying another pile of reports, though these ones seemed far more detailed, and far more up to date.

'It was the last day the murderer killed any of them since the last of my watchers had been killed that night, but there was never another incident for two years.' the woman's voice said, even as she poured over the records before her.

'I looked through records as time passed and took my time, following a list of shinobi and the timelines. Around the time that the last three had been killed, four shinobi had 'defected'- they left without permission and were labeled traitors of the state, so to speak. There was no evidence to nail any of them, but I narrowed it down to just one name out of those four. However, when I went to look up that name?

There was no record. As if that person hadn't existed.'

Something about that had Rin's blood run even colder, before that there had been some slim, infinitesimally small chance that the perpetrator of those murders was simply someone who's techniques were superficially similar enough to that of the butcher of sunagakure, that it could be mistaken for the same individual. It would have been well beyond normal reason, but there had still been a chance. But now, these dates lined up almost perfectly with where her and the other bandit lords had begun to hear rumours of Kenshin Uzumaki beginning to spread through their lands. It was becoming harder and harder to deny the connections here, and that worried Rin more than anything.

Could the woman have brought him here with her, willingly or not it was more than possible that even now his shadow loomed over her as she was trapped in this vision. She thrashed and writhed, trying to break free, even unable to feel her chakra she thrashed, pushing and pulling, trying to cycle her chakra into a release technique; but the vision continued on unabated, the woman's voice now throbbing in her ears, as if her panicked resistance had only served to make whatever technique this was stronger.

'The phantom left the same night as those murders. Perhaps they knew they were being watched and decided to cut out the eyes I had, then got bored before they left. No loose ends? Either way, they were most likely involved with my twin sister since it was only those informants he killed. Could it have been a paramour, perhaps?'

Rin scoffed at that, at least at first, the idea of the sage of corruption, the demon of stitches, the living ragdoll, having a paramour... of showing enough kindness to win the heart of even the most twisted of individuals? it seemed absurd.... the woman's voice spoke again, working through her own thoughts even as Rin worked through her own.

'two years of silence? And my hands were full with this fuckery and the resulting paperwork. Oh god, the paperwork. By the time I was finished, it had been two damn years, and I finally had the time to go over that old paperwork from the prior years; it was only as helpful as it could have been in that time, not in the present tense. I was even getting an updated list of candidates we had provided, foretelling a troubling outcome. It seems that the shinobi often had injuries; some took a while to recover, but they rarely lived past 30. That was the median average age. 30. No one had heard from my sister in 2 years. Time did not seem to be on my side. Not even the environment was on my side after my informants were killed, and they had grown to suspect I had swept the issue under the rug. That only meant that they shied away from allowing any chance of me asking them to replace the avoided and private roles, but they weren't going to accuse me with no evidence outright...'

The vision faded to black again, Rin left to wonder as to what this vision was supposed to show her, that the woman had a possible connection to the bane of her life? She had seen that long before the vision ended. That she was a master manipulator? Master might be a little much but again, she could see the ways in which the woman manipulated those around her with ease. That she was a member of some sort of clergy? it was possible, the longer she spent in such an enviroment the far less likely it had just been some sort of cover for a mission, but again there was always the chance she had been working a deep cover. None of these explanations rang true...

As if frustrated with her lack of some great revelation the scene that had faded to black shimmered and returned again. This time the woman stood within a funeral chamber, the woman in carefully prepared garb, a clipboard filled with a number of tasks piled upon it. 'Some sort of work then?' Rin thought, even as the woman's voice continued it's tale, now sounding forlorn and fearful, as if speaking about itself in the third person would help somehow.

'No one had told her. No one had told her that her sister had died, much less that they had lost her body. They all knew and stayed quiet until they finally retrieved the body and brought it to the temple. She had been assisting in funeral preparations since the priestess who primarily did it had fallen ill, and that’s how she found out. On accident. Or rather... She found out when she walked into the room with the body and saw her twin sister in the wooden casket.

Rin had to let out a wince at that, even if this woman was an enemy, to stumble upon the body of a deceased loved one was horrid, all the more so when it was so unexpected, when it spoke of betrayal and idiocy, of mismanagement and a lack of decency...

Rin watched as the woman checked her paperwork, her vision seeming to blur with suppressed tears even as she checked the woman's name. "Lady Genosis" the paperwork said, Rin wondered at the significance of the name for a moment before the vision seemed to shimmer again, pulling her deeper. She was the woman... Baliquis, yes that was her name, she could feel the confused malestrom of emotions that raged through her, anger, fear, confusion, pain, oh so much pain. Then, one of the assistants... one of her assistants, nudged another, asking their fellow acolyte in a whisper “Shall we proceed?”

She could feel her rage boiling over, but it was cool, calm and collected, focused to a well honed knife over many years of training. She looked up from the paperwork and looked at the staff member, blankness in her eyes. “Pardon me?” she asked, though it felt hollow and empty, like ash blowing away on the wind.

“Shall we proceed with the funeral rites?” The person who nudged their peer asked, and rather than answer she looked back down at her clipboard, unable to look another of these... people in the eye.

“Yes…please leave the room so I may bless the body,” she said, her voice felt hollow, empty, like a broken record simply repeating itself with no real depth. The team followed her orders, it was a typical part of the funeral process, but that was not the case today as she remained, smoothly walking over to the side of the casket but looking straight ahead, her eyes empty, unable to look down at her sister's corpse. Even when she placed her manicured hand and its gleaming grey nails on the side edge of the wooden casket, even though she asked them to leave the room to bless the body, she didn’t, couldn't

Blessing the body in this casket would give finality to the reality she wanted so desperately to be a lie, instead she timidly scratched the tips of her nails up and down the length-wise wood grain against the inside of the box. The soft scraping against the wood echoed in this room, lending weight to the reality before her, this was no hallucination... The emotions overwhelmed her in a wave, the reality of the situation weighing down on her like a tombstone of her own. They bubbled up within her as she threw her clipboard to the side, and with it, Rin felt herself thrown out of the woman's body, her head throbbing with emotions that were not her's. She knew they were not hers, and yet she felt them all the same. She wept for her dead sister who was not her sister, for the sacrifices that had been wasted, the betrayal of her fellow acolytes .

Her vision swam, she was wheeling around and storming out of the smaller room and striding towards the larger room’s massive double doors. Ones with the metal braces built into the walls next to their doorframe. Beside it was a heavy, lacquered, symbolic, wood bar meant to nestle perfectly in those brackets.

The same wood bar that she picked up and re-adjusted in her arms perfectly. One of the aides noticed a moment too late as she kicked the only open door between both closed by planting her foot into the sturdy wood. She dropped the beam into its housing and turned her back to the lower-ranked priests and priestesses banging on the door. She went back to the funeral room as the panicked clergy alerted others to try and get the door open. She stopped in front of the wooden casket and looked in.

Her twin sister lay dead there. Cold. Grey. Lifeless. Silence is embodied instead of sainthood.

“It was… a mistake sending you to the Shinobi; I know that now but please.” She dropped the clipboard and grabbed the casket’s edge, nails scratching the insides deeply, “Please, do not leave me here. I don’t belong here.” She sobbed shamelessly, helplessly, and small. “I made a mistake. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Her screeching last apology did not help, and it was promptly punctuated by other priests and priestesses falling upon her as they grabbed her and tried to pull her away from the casket, “GE-GET OFF ME!” she screamed.

The vision flickered and blurred again, Rin still reeling from so many revelations. She was back in that same room again... or perhaps another, aside from a large construction in the wall it looked the same to her. The casket lay before her, just as it had before, the aides had left for the day, and she... the woman, was left with the body in the room. After the aides had wheeled it over there, she stood there in silence, looking at the body and then at the vessel it needed not be placed in to burn it. “Elder Baliquis.” A voice spoke up behind her, and she turned her head to the sound, “Is it possible that the body can be seen?”

“By who?” She asked, and the other person replied,

“We have two children and their guardian, claiming they are the children of the deceased, wishing to see the body.”

“Bring the children and alert the guardian we allow them a day to visit and mourn.” the woman replied, an empty smile on her lips, “We will house them and alert the other Elders to my decision.” the attendant carried out the orders as always, leaving her alone with the body once again...

And with the children when the attendant brought them to her. She watched them from the opposite side of the vessel and watched as they cried and sobbed, but she offered no condolence. Rin could feel her anger and disgust, the longer she stared at the children, the more that anger and disgust rose... but as she stared at the children Rin felt a cold dread settle in her heart. The similarities were small, the shape of a chin, the colour of the eyes, the pale parchment like flesh... it was almost certain to her... these children were the kin of the Demon of Rags. Just as she was coming to realise this one of them asked, “When is she coming back?”

She pulled away from the vessel, she opened the door to the retort and turned on the mechanics for the gas. She moved away from the door, went over to the table of medical supplies used to clean the body, and picked up a clean rag, covering her mouth with it slightly, “I’m sure she’s waiting for you two…this must be so hard on you.” She said and only removed the rag to speak but otherwise covered her mouth. She walked past the two small children and to the singular set of double doors in the medium-sized room before lowering the rag again, “I’m sorry; I’ll give you some privacy so you can grieve in peace.” She exited the room and shut the doors, locking the handle from the outside...

The Vision faded to black again and Rin sat there, shock running through her veins. So many questions floated through her head, so many worries that she did not notice the biting cold of the iced cobblestones on her body, did not realise her own senses returning.

Who was this woman, her sister had been involved with the butcher of the sands, not just involved but involved enough to have children with him. Did he know? Did he care? this woman had killed the children... at least she thought she had, that gas should have been capable of finishing of children of that age, even if they had the blood of the stitch faced sage. She heard a crash from one of the towering apartment buildings that the woman had been standing by earlier, followed by a woman's scream, but it was all drowned out by the myriad of voices echoing in her head, the memories she had just experienced crashing down against the walls of her mind like a tempest raging against the walls of a monastery...


WC: 3803
TWC: 8701

Although someone had been taking care of things where the screams arose and seemed to have handled everything, Baliquis found herself struggling to focus for once. This was different for her. Everything was precise; it was a plan; she had mentally mapped out the steps and the reactions she should be having to everything as well as how she should be feeling. It was rare enough that she left things to chance or open for interpretation or whatever people wanted to call it, but she couldn’t focus. She couldn’t focus because she kept seeing that image of the man in her head, and this most recent time it arose in her mind’s eye, she just- stopped. She stopped trying to climb up the wall, she stopped thinking about this mission, she stopped caring about remaining here to leave a good impression, and she just- left.

It wasn’t often that she left what few comrades she had met and worked with behind in the manner with which she was leaving Rin now, as it seemed someone had handled the commotion for the both of them with her more experience and expertise; And the wall-climbing abilities that came naturally to them in the way that muscle memory remembers all trained exercises. Baliquis didn’t have that, and even now, it made her feel inadequate, but also she was struggling to push that image out of her mind.

The one of the tall, white-skinned, mute-haired man with a stitched-up face and condescending eyes.

It flickered behind her eyes, and she couldn’t take it anymore, and she left. She had to know. While it flickered behind her eyes, so did the image of her niece and nephew when they were alive, and she needed to know. She was desperate to verify that her suspicions were misguided and misplaced, so she left and went back to the temple. Hana had been looking for her and met her not long after Bali had walked back into the temple’s entry hall- “Elder Baliquis! Where have you been?” Baliquis ignored the question and countered,

“Those children of Lady Genosis- where are their bodies?” Bali asked, and her assistant told her before leading her to the room. What was she going to do? What was the plan?

Why couldn’t she think of anything, and why was her body moving on its own?

When they got to the room that served as the temple morgue, an attendant was there already and awaiting instruction, but the only instruction he took was to pull the bodies out and show them to her as Hana questioned what was going on and what was bothering Baliquis. It didn’t serve her that this woman was beginning to recognize her patterns and be able to tell her mood from them but that wasn’t something Bali was going to address right now. Not as the rolling slabs were pulled out to show the two children- a boy and a girl- and when finished, both attendants waited as Baliquis stared down at the children.

They looked just like him now that she could compare the image of the man who assaulted Rin and them. “Is there something else you need, Elder?” The morgue attendant asked, and Baliquis heard herself go,

“Did we hear back from the guardian?” When the morgue attendant advised they hadn’t, and the children’s bodies now belonged to the temple, Bali heard herself go, “Please perform an autopsy on them to find a cause of death and be very diligent. They may come from a type of shinobi legacy we have not witnessed before.” The attendant bowed respectfully,

“Yes, Elder, I will begin immediately.” She wheeled around back towards the doors and strode out of the room with Hana at her heels- her exit punctuated by the slamming of a corpse drawer’s door.

[ WC: 637 ][ TWC: 3232 ]

Mission and Tech Claims:

OOC: ALL CLAIMED WC is WC accumulated after my Mid-Thread Claims as all WC up to Mid-Thread-Claim was claimed.

Approved

Rin wasn't sure how long she lay there, her mind swirling with confusion even as Vis and Codex dealt with the commotion in the building. She didn't notice the woman leave, didn't notice the time passing as she lay there in the slowly freezing water. It wasn't until her body began to stop shivering and start paining her that she sat up, slowly making her way back to the house she was staying at with her two mirror images in tow.
[exit for Vis, Rin and Codex]
[Claims to be made later, pending various apps]

Final WC: 8,782

Final WC: 8,782

Rin Claims
A-Rank Mission Rewards - Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 2,000 Winter Equinox Tickets / 1x Crescent Dice (d6)
5* D-rank Mission Rewards - 1,000 Ryō / 5 AP / 250 Winter Equinox Tickets
8000 + (5*1000 )= 13,000
+ C-rank bonus 2,000*6 = 25,000
Final claims
63,000 Ryo, 65 AP, 3250 Winter Tickets, 1 d6 (Requesting dice Roll)
1875 towards Autosuggestion
1313 towards Ephemeral
1125 towards Genjutsu Binding
1125 towards Tree Binding Death
1125 towards Black Hole
Memorising Chakra Signature for Baliquis

Vis Claims
A-Rank Mission Rewards - Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 2,000 Winter Equinox Tickets / 1x Crescent Dice (d6)
5* D-rank Mission Rewards - 1,000 Ryō / 5 AP / 250 Winter Equinox Tickets
8000 + (5*1000 )= 13,000

Final claims
13,000 Ryo, 65 AP, 3250 Winter Tickets, 1 d6 (Requesting dice Roll)
8 Strength
2000 words to switch S/T spec to Taijutsu
Remaining 219 towards learning Block
Memorising Chakra Signature for Baliquis

Codex Claims
A-Rank Mission Rewards - Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 2,000 Winter Equinox Tickets / 1x Crescent Dice (d6)
5* D-rank Mission Rewards - 1,000 Ryō / 5 AP / 250 Winter Equinox Tickets
8000 + (5*1000 )= 13,000
Final claims
13,000 Ryo, 65 AP, 3250 Winter Tickets, 1 d6 (Requesting dice Roll)

Memorising Chakra Signature for Baliquis
87 Chakra

Note no techniques claimed with max stat discount on Rin

Rin Togakawa wrote:Final WC: 8,782

Rin Claims
A-Rank Mission Rewards - Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 2,000 Winter Equinox Tickets / 1x Crescent Dice (d6)
5* D-rank Mission Rewards - 1,000 Ryō / 5 AP / 250 Winter Equinox Tickets
8000 + (5*1000 )= 13,000
+ C-rank bonus 2,000*6 = 25,000
Final claims
63,000 Ryo, 65 AP, 3250 Winter Tickets, 1 d6 (Requesting dice Roll)
1875 towards Autosuggestion
1313 towards Ephemeral
1125 towards Genjutsu Binding
1125 towards Tree Binding Death
1125 towards Black Hole
Memorising Chakra Signature for Baliquis

Vis Claims
A-Rank Mission Rewards - Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 2,000 Winter Equinox Tickets / 1x Crescent Dice (d6)
5* D-rank Mission Rewards - 1,000 Ryō / 5 AP / 250 Winter Equinox Tickets
8000 + (5*1000 )= 13,000

Final claims
13,000 Ryo, 65 AP, 3250 Winter Tickets, 1 d6 (Requesting dice Roll)
8 Strength
2000 words to switch S/T spec to Taijutsu
Remaining 219 towards learning Block
Memorising Chakra Signature for Baliquis

Codex Claims
A-Rank Mission Rewards - Reward: 8,000 Ryō / 40 AP / 2,000 Winter Equinox Tickets / 1x Crescent Dice (d6)
5* D-rank Mission Rewards - 1,000 Ryō / 5 AP / 250 Winter Equinox Tickets
8000 + (5*1000 )= 13,000
Final claims
13,000 Ryo, 65 AP, 3250 Winter Tickets, 1 d6 (Requesting dice Roll)

Memorising Chakra Signature for Baliquis
87 Chakra

Note no techniques claimed with max stat discount on Rin

Approved