Shinobi [Inactive]

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Shinobi - How long will they survive?

In a world where ninjas are no longer trained, there are not any places to go accept forward.
If you know anything about the almost lost art, you know one thing for certain: there is a bounty on your head. Especially ordered by one source, which is only known as "Shinobi"


Ninjas, or even those who have dared to start learning the art of fighting and focusing on their chackra in this way, are widely known as a threat to society and are worth a priceless amount to the Shinobi.


Now, there are...
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Kitsune said:
When do we begin
now


my character:


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But it is your turn to start


Doesnt have to be a huge entrance
 
Clairvoiance said:
now
my character:


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But it is your turn to start


Doesnt have to be a huge entrance
I will set the tone and scene 
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Mist and shadow enveloped the moon kissed countryside at every turn and crevice. Below the mountain summit darkness fell thickly upon the snowy-pined valley, and with a shrill bite the bitter north wind harshly swept down from the mountainside and into the small village below. Warm summer built houses of bamboo wood and red glazed ceramic rooftops were being covered in frosty white flakes that fell through the midnight gelid air. Silence filled the spaces of the landscape— it was the snow’s fault too. It was as if each little white fluff became its own empty void of sound and noise… and it was perfect.


Two bright pale blue luminescent eyes sitting aloft a far off overlooking precipice pierced through the chilled winter air. Flourished and dancing with the wind was a deep yet bright scarlet crimson cloth— it was long and tattered with stained speckles of rich ruby red blood that had been left to dry ages ago now. The scarf swathed around the neck of its bearer in a thick heap, folds overlapping and resting near the edges of the figures sharply ridged shoulders. A thin long scabbard clung tightly against the curve of his back; the sheath was wrapped in a black obi, which then continued to wrap around his chest and back three times over securely holding in place his weapon. Shadows and darkness shrouded him despite the ever-present glow of the moon.


“Hmm…” a slow smile curled beneath his scarf and in an instant, his body blurring against the chilled wind, he vanished.



 

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Nah uh uh, No you don't...


Her eyes trailed after the scarf as it's disappearance attempted to become more than just a questioned loss. In a quick leap, she placed two feet upon the broad stem of the snow laden tree and lifted herself up onto a further branch that had no problem supporting her weight. The back of the girl arched, pitch black hair impressively blending in with the white surroundings, sending a chill up her spine instead of immobilizing her with cold. Those eyes focused on the red scarf fluttering about, but even as stealthy as she always had faith in herself that she was, the girl lost sight of her prey as soon as she landed safely and silently within the white, slowly withering tree.


Eager eyes darted back and forth throughout the white, searching for the figure with no avail


"Damn it, where the hell did you go, Red?"


She whispered to herself as if lonely, but was only trying to keep her concentration and whits, as the cold became more bitter than it already was.
 
In the corner of the mountain now appeared those two blue eyes again, silent and still among the shadows. Like a hunter waiting for its prey, his body clung to the shadows of the nearby pines as if they were oxygen to him. He had to be careful— no more than careful, he had to be perfect. The motion and placement of his feet, the distance in his strides, the momentum caused by the swing of his arms at just the right time. He had to absolutely perfect. There was no room for flaw, no room for question, only fact and precision. He saw his next shadow. Again- his body blurred against the air and vanished. He was getting closer.
 
Closing her eyes this time, her ears perked to listen for any hits of where the male had released, whether is be a sound, a sign or a smell. She soon heard a nearly silent trudging though the pines, snow falling beneath her boot as she shifted her weight to look over her shoulder.


There it was. A small flash of red, bright enough against the snow to catch her eye.


He was beneath her now, a few feet away in the distance, her black eyes focusing in on the way the red, tattered scarf drifted. She could barely make out anymore than a faint silhouette, his body keeping deep within the confines of the shadows. She couldn't help but lean over to get a better picture of him
 
Looking towards a nearby house, suddenly his ear twitched and grew tense. He paused for a moment to breathe— he did so with a smile.


There we go— you're almost there.






On his head he wore a glass-like head piece, that acted just as much as a helmet along with its many other talents. A crystal clear visor pulled over his head, and from around the side of his head nearby his left ear, mechanical parts began to move and activate. A small screen now folded over his left eye giving him enhanced perception and vision. Laid out before him was a sonar outlining of 14 small houses, with all of their occupants inside either having just gone to bed or already sound asleep in their beds.


Still looming in the shadows, from his sidearm, he quickly grasped a small dagger. He cut off a 2 foot long piece of his scarf and pinned it to the tree.


time to move.





With that, once more, he vanished.
 
Holding the fabric lightly in her hands, she memorized the color, texture, and its heat. She had completely lost him, but here he had left what seemed like a warning to her on the bark of one tree: a piece of his scarf. She tore the fabric from the tree and tied it with her teeth around her wrist, atop her blood red glove. Where was he going....what the hell was he up to...


Her back pressed against the bark while the black fabric wrapped around her chest tightened as her ashen hair curled around her shoulder. Arms crossed, her eyes glared forward.


He must be heading towards the houses.


She knew it wasn't her job, and with one my glance to the scarf fabric now around her wrist, she gave a peeved sigh.


Houses were ahead. That meant people. Too many people.


This wasn't part of the job.
 
Using the shadows as his vehicle of stealth, he dashed swiftly under the moonlit shadows with deadly speed remaining undiscovered. His Seeing Eye analyzed the house beside him and here he saw it.


Opening the backdoor silently, he crept in, slowly shutting it behind him before he continued. He looked and saw a bat cat sleeping soundly in a small basket off to his right, he smiled, his pure silence brought him utter joy to know that he hadn't disturbed a superbly keen and sensitive animal such as a black cat.


Immediately, he leapt into the rafters. The houses in the town were all built in the old Japanese style, giving about 4ft of room for breathing spaces in the rafters between rooms— meaning it became very easy for trained shadow to utilize such structural integrity and jump from room to room unseen. After scanning the house and its occupants, he counted four- a mother, father, and one daughter and one son. All sound asleep in their beds. He made his way to the the master bedroom.


He leapt down from the rafters in silence, landing on his toes gracefully. He then bent low to the ground and pressed against a nearby floorboard— it pressed aside revealing a small carved box with a maze-like all along its hinges. He tucked it away, and replaced the floor board.


Reaching for a small dagger, he then proceeded towards the father sleeping next to the mother.


With a quick flick of his wrist, a small needle laced with sedatives shot out from his palm and hit the mother in her jugular. The shadow of a man then reached for the father, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him out of bed.


The father jolted awake suddenly with a struggle, but it was pointless, the shadows grasp was too strong.


"Where is Ayame?" he whispered pressing the dagger's edge against the fathers chest.
 
She sat there silent in the shadow, back pressed to the outside wall of the house.


"Where is Ayame?"


The words were spoken in a gentle, yet frightening whisper, obviously to someone within the house that he was holding in his grasp somehow. Her fingers laced unnoticed around the katana belted heavily to her back, gripping the handle but refusing to move.


She had to wait
 
"あやめは、魏の西です。私は多くを知らない。私を傷つけないでください!" blurted out the man in panic.


"You're lying!" the shadow shouted, pressing the knife harder against the mans chest. "Shinobi is looking for her and I need to find her before they do! Now where is she located?"


"あなたは忍を殺すことはできません ! "


"Watch me." and with that, he slammed the mans head against the wall leaving him unconscious.
 
That was her cue.


The shadow slid open the sliding door of the home, walking directly into the bedroom of the husband and wife who were located, and now, deep in an unconscious slumber. Her katana silently released from it's sheath on her back, her right hand withdrawing and placing the blade across her shoulder, as if it were heavy and she was needing to prop it up out of exhaustion. Eyes fixated on the blue-eyed figure before her, she checked once more that his crimson scarf indeed matched that of the fabric she had collected earlier.


It was him.


A smirk crawled around the crease of her pale lips.


"So you're the one I've been hearing oh so much about," she spoke, with contempt for the silence. Her figure remained motionless besides her fingers twiddling with the handle of the sword.


"Looking for someone?"
 
He cringed, throwing down a smoke pellet- then jostled to his right and leapt into the rafters. Darting below into the children's room, suddenly he heard scream to his left. The little boy sat upright in his bed and shouted in fright at the sight of this shadowing figure in his room. The figure motioned towards the girl still asleep in her bed- throwing his wrist out again, a laced needle flung towards the boys neck. He fell back in his bed. The little girl awake now in a panic but not nearly screaming anywhere like her little brother. She was held tightly by the man now close to the window. He waited
 
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A giggle ruptured through the rafters, the girl walking through the smoke not effected in the least. She came upon the children's room, seeing the distant figure holding the little screaming child in his arms. Another smile infected her facial expression. Her hand sheathed the katana behind her back, flicking her wrist to uncover a small, jagged dagger strapped there. Seeing the little boy tranquilized, she sat down upon the children's bed quietly, not caring to look at the man holding the little girl very obviously in front of her.


Her arm curled around the little, sleeping boy's shoulder, her right finger stroking the child's chin.


"Oh, sweet little thing...." she whispered, looking up with only her eyes at the dark, shrouded man right across from her. "Go ahead, hurt the little girl...you'd be doing me quite the pleasure."


With one swift slit, the dagger within the shield of her wrist ran slowly against the jugular of the little boy, giving the appearance that she was stroking his little innocent face while ending his life with a silent stroke. She kept the boy's body cradled in her arms, retracting the knife and rustling the boys hair while a stream of blood started to fall increasingly from the incision and into the blankets of the children's bed.


Her black eyes were almost invisible in the shroud of darkness, and cascade of her flowing hair, which was beginning to collect beads of the dead child's blood.


"Oops...." her eyes glimmered, glancing at the man and then glancing towards the little girl in his arms.
 
The little girl screamed at the sight of her now dying brother. The man betrayed no emotion in his eyes, simply turning and jumping through and out the window. While still mid air he turned around sparing one passing glance back eye to eye with her- a smile grew on his face as it began to blur and grow dim in the moonlight.


He vanished again, taking the little girl with him as he went- sparing no time to reach the ground.
 
The boy's head dropped against the pillow while the girl stood to her feet and shook her head.


What a game this was turning out to be.


She followed the man, leaping through the window and vanishing within the darkness as quickly as he did. She landed on the ground, twirling slowly around in a circle with her head reclined, as if laughing to with sky.


"You're turning out to be quite exhausting!" she chided into the night, knowing he would be able to hear her, and deciding on a new approach. She still twirled, her blood-soaked hair gliding about her shoulders while her partially bare legs reeled.


"You can keep running, but that's no way to treat a new friend! You'll have to leave her somewhere eventually....and I don't really care about her life as much as I desperately care about yours."
 
By the time she had landed on the ground, he was easily yards away beyond another house. Ducking around a corner, with a now sleeping little girl in his arms, he opened a door and placed her inside. As soon as he draped a blanket over her, he was out the door. Making his way towards the forest.


"Why is she here again....?"


He thought to himself. He reached out and grabbed a branch— with a thrust, he threw himself upward, then vanished, reappearing near the top branches hidden away by their camouflaguxjk.


He took out the small wooden box he'd taken. The lock around it was beautifully crafted, and he knew exactly how to open it. A moment later, he was able to throw the lid back- a red glow emerged from the box. A smile grew on his face as he saw the fractured shard of a blade. It was black and it's cutting edge was blood red. And it pulsated with a glow.


"Don't worry, soon you'll be while again."
 
She dropped her hands, her circling ending.


She sighed.


How she hated being ignored.


The girl walked back towards the house, leaning within the children's bedroom. She touched the little girls head, as she slept near her dead brother. What an adorable sight....


Her knife stabbed deep into the sleeping girl's throat, forcing the child's eyes wide open, but not allowing her any time to feel the pain seep in and take her life. She glanced down at both of the children, now flowing the bed in a deep red stain.


Beautiful


She walked in to the bedroom of the adults, shaking her head slowly with a tinged smile.


"Sorry, old friends."


It was too fast to record, as she released her katana and swung it downwards upon the sleeping man and woman's necks, slicing them clean from the rest of their lower bodies. She placed the sword back into its sheath, unexpectedly leaping onto the bed with the decapitated inhabitants and lying in the middle, between the two bodies dripping with death.


She could do this all day. All night. All year.


If he wouldn't pay attention to her, she would just have to kill everyone he ever came in contact with.


So....so beautiful
 
OCC: I'm ignoring the fact that you wrote the little girl back into the house where he found her originally and now she's dead, because she reeally was placed in a different house :P  
From the tree top he could see her inside the house now. He laughed to himself. He could tell she was having fun-


"I'll give her one thing. Though however tactless she may be, she sure does know how to paint a room."


His vision was clear as he kept careful watch of her.
 
Kitsune said:
OCC: I'm ignoring the fact that you wrote the little girl back into the house where he found her originally and now she's dead, because she reeally was placed in a different house :P
OOC: Be more specific next time


I still kill everyone else
 
Clairvoiance said:
OOC: Be more specific next time
I still kill everyone else
OCC:


I was specific!!


"By the time she had landed on the ground, he was easily yards away beyond ANOTHER house. Ducking around a corner, with a now sleeping little girl in his arms, he opened a door and placed her inside."
 
OOC: ok my bad. she's fine :P


Red draped across her skin now like body paint, as she reached out her arms and took each decapitated head in one hand, closing her eyes in delight. Her knees buckled beneath her, then curled, her knees reaching to the ceiling as if she was being stimulated just from the smell and presence of the blood. Which it did.


"I know you're there, sweetheart..." she hummed, feeling the man's eyes watching her as she touched every inch of her legs.


"I just wanna talk."
 

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