All cloak and dagger, eh? Kinnaku, dressed in a frail brown cloak, walked through a series of alleyways and unforgivably bad smelling streets with her mind sharply focused. She wasn't used to this whole 'sneaking' deal, and didn't quite fancy it. But it was needed as her enemies could have been anywhere, although, in hindsight they would probably find the woman in a cloak sulking around more suspicious than anything else. There really wasn't a massive need for the cloak, but hell, might as well play the part. But this woman wasn't all breast and no brain, well she wasn't even 'all breast', but still; the point hasn't lost its meaning. Anyway, the Sennin would have already dispatched a few spores of her Kikai to tail her, and to protect her 3 o'clock and 9 o'clock at all times. It was purely just to be alerted because you couldn't really be too careful nowadays...
Her heels clanked solidly against the moist, cracked earth that had yet to be loved by the Council's budgets, as she walked from one alley to another. However, her journey was not all walk, and no talk, no. Kinnaku would be joined by a shadow, a masked figure of shadows, that would press the tip of a kunai - or something of equal presence - against her spine. She wasn't surprised, in fact, she could sense his lazy presence from a few meters away due to the helping hand with her chakra-loving little comrades. "Hey, hey, that's expensive..." She would smile, referring to her cloak, as she was pressured forward into a realm of complete darkness. Or what others would call 'a blindfold'. Oh, boy.
Kinnaku would be pointed, literally, into several directions until she was now standing in a damp cellar. Her blindfold would be lifted from her face and her vision returned, although she wanted want it to return; she was peaceful being blinded like that. Her dark hues would adjust to the dimly lit room, lit with orange flames glued to the wall of brown sticks; torches, of course. But of course her awkward adjusting expression was met with an immediate glare from several party members from afar on the opposite of the room. "Okay, so how are we doing this?" Kinnaku would state bluntly, having growing tired already, but also adding insult to injury by adding a forced yawn too. The cloaked members of the cult, and indeed the man that still pointed his fang towards her spine, were shocked that she wasn't, well, more shocked. In fact, they believed that she would begin to question the location of her parents: the reason for this meeting.
"Stop acting." One woman said with a stern voice,"You know why we've asked you here." Kinnaku wouldn't even be allowed at word in, when she gaped her lips, she was cut off instantly from uttering a phrase by the blunt woman. "It's your parents," her voice, a cold stern thing, would hesitate and rumble with anxiety, "They're very unwell." Kinnaku would laugh hysterically at her statement, "Unwell? I could have told you that, after all, they did abandon their children for this pathetic excuse for some S&M." However the tension was clear from the apparent leader of this group as she roared fiercely, causing the Sennin to lower her smile into an expression of anger; her real emotion. "They're coming here, for you... Last year, we were experimenting with sources of power - we were attempting to make a bridge between the thin veil of realms; this life and the next. However, your mother and father were instrumental in ensuring that this was successful.... However, something went wrong, and they changed... It's as if something possessed them."
"And?"
Kinnaku would push forward, which would distress everyone bar the leader who raised her hand to order the spine-targeting shadow to lower his weapon. "You mean, they are coming here because of you...? That's just dandy-" A sudden roar of energy, kinetic energy, would force itself upon the structure above; causing it to collapse upon the cellar and crush several cloaked figures with falling ceiling. Instinctively, a few of the stronger members survived along with Kinnaku - who now stood on the surface at one end of a crater. Two figures, both masked by a coulomb of brown smoke caused by the explosion, stood at the opposite end of the crater. "There are so many things that you don't know, Kinnaku..." The leader addressed the woman informally, which caused her to sharpen her eyes and stare towards the unhooked figure. But the Sennin would become somewhat disturb to see the woman's olive skin and dark hues, the same complexion that all of her family members adorned so fashionably. It probably took the woman a good few minutes to piece together that this leader, this woman, was some relation to her family name. But that didn't matter... They were all cultists that stole away her, and her siblings, future.
"Just go..." Kinnaku would mutter with a stern expression as she stared across the crater's mass and set sights on a twisted image of two that she used to love. They, her mother and father, didn't look the same or did they even sense like their previous selves. Kinnaku could put two and two together, these things were not actually her parents, but that didn't mean she would kill them either. No monster could do that, despite their hate for a person - if you truly loved someone, you would forgive them. However, her father would vanish from her very eyes. It would become apparent that he was chasing after the others who had just eased away into the darkness. "You look different, mother." She would say softly with a smile on her face, but her comment would not be answered; it would be answered with a low growl, something cannibalistic and unnatural to this plane.
Kinnaku didn't know what to think about 'bridging a gap between realms', really she wasn't a scientist, just a doctor. "I'll heal your sickness..." Kinnaku would raise her arm, which would cause the creature on all fours, and in a moment the mother would launch herself from the embankment into mid-air. She really wasn't being a normal human, nobody moved like that and had such dark chakras. The animal slashed downwards, cutting into the Sennin's caused, and causing her to stumble back on the defensive. Kinnaku counter-reacted by launching a spore of Kikai from her hand, to which they attacked and latched their pincers onto the former mother; leaching off her chakra. However, they were easily dismissed and that only made the creature angrier as she went in for another slash. The Sennin reflectively dodged the slash by side-stepping, but she wasn't just playing on the defensively entirely. She would push down her armed elbow against the woman's head and cause her to stumble to the side. That gave Kinnaku a moment's chance, the disorientation would set in, and then the Sennin would launch another attack.
She would launch a large platoon of her kikai bugs into the surrounding area, to which they would instinctively take command, and roar around the animal like woman; nipping and sucking away her chakra. After a few moments, they were missed into the air, separated by distance but they would still remain. However, the mother was still lively, even if her body had been sapped of all its energy; she still had this unnatural strength from the pit of her belly. Surprisingly, Kinnaku would be attacked directly in her line of vision from a powerful kick, that would cause her to painfully tumble into a nearby building. As the dust settled, she would see what had hit her: her father, whom helped up her mother, but they both looked so much like devils... They weren't themselves... What was wrong with them?
"Please, don't." She would call out as her body lay embedded into the cobbled wall. But that wasn't going to stop them; they left without due care, acting on instinct.
This would require further investigation... They two shouldn't be allowed to roam free in that state...
[WC: 1359]
Her heels clanked solidly against the moist, cracked earth that had yet to be loved by the Council's budgets, as she walked from one alley to another. However, her journey was not all walk, and no talk, no. Kinnaku would be joined by a shadow, a masked figure of shadows, that would press the tip of a kunai - or something of equal presence - against her spine. She wasn't surprised, in fact, she could sense his lazy presence from a few meters away due to the helping hand with her chakra-loving little comrades. "Hey, hey, that's expensive..." She would smile, referring to her cloak, as she was pressured forward into a realm of complete darkness. Or what others would call 'a blindfold'. Oh, boy.
Kinnaku would be pointed, literally, into several directions until she was now standing in a damp cellar. Her blindfold would be lifted from her face and her vision returned, although she wanted want it to return; she was peaceful being blinded like that. Her dark hues would adjust to the dimly lit room, lit with orange flames glued to the wall of brown sticks; torches, of course. But of course her awkward adjusting expression was met with an immediate glare from several party members from afar on the opposite of the room. "Okay, so how are we doing this?" Kinnaku would state bluntly, having growing tired already, but also adding insult to injury by adding a forced yawn too. The cloaked members of the cult, and indeed the man that still pointed his fang towards her spine, were shocked that she wasn't, well, more shocked. In fact, they believed that she would begin to question the location of her parents: the reason for this meeting.
"Stop acting." One woman said with a stern voice,"You know why we've asked you here." Kinnaku wouldn't even be allowed at word in, when she gaped her lips, she was cut off instantly from uttering a phrase by the blunt woman. "It's your parents," her voice, a cold stern thing, would hesitate and rumble with anxiety, "They're very unwell." Kinnaku would laugh hysterically at her statement, "Unwell? I could have told you that, after all, they did abandon their children for this pathetic excuse for some S&M." However the tension was clear from the apparent leader of this group as she roared fiercely, causing the Sennin to lower her smile into an expression of anger; her real emotion. "They're coming here, for you... Last year, we were experimenting with sources of power - we were attempting to make a bridge between the thin veil of realms; this life and the next. However, your mother and father were instrumental in ensuring that this was successful.... However, something went wrong, and they changed... It's as if something possessed them."
"And?"
Kinnaku would push forward, which would distress everyone bar the leader who raised her hand to order the spine-targeting shadow to lower his weapon. "You mean, they are coming here because of you...? That's just dandy-" A sudden roar of energy, kinetic energy, would force itself upon the structure above; causing it to collapse upon the cellar and crush several cloaked figures with falling ceiling. Instinctively, a few of the stronger members survived along with Kinnaku - who now stood on the surface at one end of a crater. Two figures, both masked by a coulomb of brown smoke caused by the explosion, stood at the opposite end of the crater. "There are so many things that you don't know, Kinnaku..." The leader addressed the woman informally, which caused her to sharpen her eyes and stare towards the unhooked figure. But the Sennin would become somewhat disturb to see the woman's olive skin and dark hues, the same complexion that all of her family members adorned so fashionably. It probably took the woman a good few minutes to piece together that this leader, this woman, was some relation to her family name. But that didn't matter... They were all cultists that stole away her, and her siblings, future.
"Just go..." Kinnaku would mutter with a stern expression as she stared across the crater's mass and set sights on a twisted image of two that she used to love. They, her mother and father, didn't look the same or did they even sense like their previous selves. Kinnaku could put two and two together, these things were not actually her parents, but that didn't mean she would kill them either. No monster could do that, despite their hate for a person - if you truly loved someone, you would forgive them. However, her father would vanish from her very eyes. It would become apparent that he was chasing after the others who had just eased away into the darkness. "You look different, mother." She would say softly with a smile on her face, but her comment would not be answered; it would be answered with a low growl, something cannibalistic and unnatural to this plane.
Kinnaku didn't know what to think about 'bridging a gap between realms', really she wasn't a scientist, just a doctor. "I'll heal your sickness..." Kinnaku would raise her arm, which would cause the creature on all fours, and in a moment the mother would launch herself from the embankment into mid-air. She really wasn't being a normal human, nobody moved like that and had such dark chakras. The animal slashed downwards, cutting into the Sennin's caused, and causing her to stumble back on the defensive. Kinnaku counter-reacted by launching a spore of Kikai from her hand, to which they attacked and latched their pincers onto the former mother; leaching off her chakra. However, they were easily dismissed and that only made the creature angrier as she went in for another slash. The Sennin reflectively dodged the slash by side-stepping, but she wasn't just playing on the defensively entirely. She would push down her armed elbow against the woman's head and cause her to stumble to the side. That gave Kinnaku a moment's chance, the disorientation would set in, and then the Sennin would launch another attack.
She would launch a large platoon of her kikai bugs into the surrounding area, to which they would instinctively take command, and roar around the animal like woman; nipping and sucking away her chakra. After a few moments, they were missed into the air, separated by distance but they would still remain. However, the mother was still lively, even if her body had been sapped of all its energy; she still had this unnatural strength from the pit of her belly. Surprisingly, Kinnaku would be attacked directly in her line of vision from a powerful kick, that would cause her to painfully tumble into a nearby building. As the dust settled, she would see what had hit her: her father, whom helped up her mother, but they both looked so much like devils... They weren't themselves... What was wrong with them?
"Please, don't." She would call out as her body lay embedded into the cobbled wall. But that wasn't going to stop them; they left without due care, acting on instinct.
This would require further investigation... They two shouldn't be allowed to roam free in that state...
[WC: 1359]