[Bear Country] Sojourn - Beginning

[Shieo]

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Crunch.. Crunch.. Crunch..--

For days, my hearing was assaulted by the suffocating wind that howled endlessly. Carried with it was the bone-chilling snow that collided against my face, akin to minuscule needles that shred into your skin, but leave no wounds. Because of this I began to form an attachment to the sound of my feet crunching against the expanse of snow-capped mountains, it sounded the progress that in-spite my grievances; solidified that each step counted towards my journey... I couldn't help but remind myself, that there was a long ways to go.

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Thinking back, I had this journey planned for months; I had a general concept of the direction, but I never really took to thought as to what I wanted to achieve during this time. Perhaps it was an act of guile to escape the village and my responsibilities; however, even while I entertained the idea. It never felt right. During my life, I had always played with the idea that 'You will figure it out as you go'. I suspect that I had a lingering desire for that to happen, and included that with this journey. As ironic as it is to consider, I figure I will only discern that on my way.
Which takes me here. The echoing of my steps continued to push me along, eyes affixed forward along the untouched snowy-plateau I traversed on. Had I been counting, which I was- It had been exactly twelve days, sixteen hours, twenty-three minutes and eight seconds, since I had left the gates of Kumogakure. I suspect I am in the land of Bear at this rate, however I hadn't bothered checking the map for a few days now; everything looked the same, thus I wouldn't have made much headway on my location. Nor was Bahamut concerned with keeping my mind occupied with banter, or providing information that I could have forgotten; so I thrived off the simple act of acknowledging my steps and asserting the clock in my mind to tick.

The day passed by my eyes seemingly uneventful, not that I should be terribly surprised; the only thing out here is myself and the sub-zero winter. Although I recognized that day would come to a close in about four hours; and I knew I wouldn't want to be in the elements during the darkness that swallowed all sight, sound and inevitably life; something I figure I should value, even a little bit. In any case, I found myself instinctively purview the horizon in search of shelter; it is no mistake that in the mountain-ranges there were plenty of caves, the issue was finding one that I wouldn't get buried in. The snow was treacherous in both travel- and in rest; in moments it could fill a cave, or freeze you in.
Given the severity, I spent the next two hours searching the nearest rise in the mountains for a solidly formed cave, that I figured would provide ample protection from the elements; and serve as a home for the next day.
After-all, I would have to discern my direction and location by morning. With the wind and snow, all traces of my existence will be erased.

As I found my newest temporary home, I couldn't help but stumble down against the whimpering stones that constructed the natural cave. I could tell that even the lifeless minerals winced at the bite of the winter's embrace. As I settled in, with a kit that aided in acting in-stead of gathered wood; I lit afire my bundled warmth. Finding my eyes slowly bobbing away to the drowsy calls of sleep; my muscles ached and my mind came to realize it's debilitating exhaustion.

Finding anxiety of my future days, I knew that I was to trek through the sheer cliffs further along the untraveled lands; but, for now-- I knew that rest called like the sweet, loving embrace of coffee in the morning. My problems can wait, until next time.

[MFT; 661WC]

 

[Shieo]

Spoiler

Self-Modded Solo Mission
Mission Approval: Here

What are the rewards for Solo Missions?
A-Rank: 10,000 Yen

What is the required word count for each?
A-Rank: 900 Words

Name: Sojourn Trial I
Rank: A
Type: Solo Self-Modded
Participants: Shieo
Description: Amidst Shieo's travels, he begins off on a fairly comfortable foot; with little challenge aside from merely enduring the sheer cold winters of the mountains. As he finds himself venturing further into Bear Country, things begin to take a turn for the worst. While navigating through the treacherous landscape of the mountains, he encounters just how threatening the landscape can be through tumultuous changing snow-caps, an inevitably something that drags him into the cold depths of the stone-works inside the mountains. How will he fair?

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Looking back those few days, I can safely state that my rest in that cave was, and probably will be the last comfortable moment I receive. 'Why?' you may be wondering; well at the moment I am trekking across an approximated fifty-degree slope, that along this unburrowed path are hidden ice-patches. Although, this alone isn't wholly enough to make someone with a long-history of challenges, pain-endurance and varying degrees of questionably super-human qualities stir in developing concern- or fear. Pausing, I took a long mental breath; -- No, it's the fact that given I slipped, and for some sin of fate to occur in which made it so I was unable catch myself; would lead to the untimely result of me falling ... Taking this moment of self-reflection, I peered over to my right towards the descent that loomed in it's vastness before me, calculating the potential drop if I met the sheered cliff-ends, basing it off the distant neighboring mountain lines and the plateau lands along. One could say about three-thousand feet from the edge to the bottom; safely I could say-- I would die a rather tragic death.

I cannot imagine this 'staring into the void' mentality is helping with my anxiety and stress-levels. However, silver-lining I suppose is that- it has me ensuring my feet are solidly planted to the ground with the added redundancy of chakra to avoid any negligent mishaps. Given my current location; earlier this week I wasn't fully certain of my geo-location, but I was definitely within' one of the lesser-known mountain ranges that bridged further into Bear-Country, given the general layout of the mountainous surroundings.
One couldn't be left in an environment as treacherous as this, and not reflect on themselves somehow. With nothing else other than yourself and the endlessness of the mountains, the icy spires and grim clouded skies.
Leading my attention inwards, given my focus on my feet I caught myself looking down, first was the iced clouds of breath that bellowed every few seconds, upon then my peripherals drew me to staring at the leathers that trimmed themselves with the unnaturally cold frost, they moved with rigid purpose in-tune with every stride I made, they cracked and stirred with every movement, echoing with the crunch against the hardened snow. All this left me in a state that encouraged a sense of humbleness. After-all, the environment alone was strong enough that it could force anyone as far as legendary beings to bare their lives to merely be in the presence of it's magnitude. Perhaps the most unnatural reflection from all of this, was my hand. I'd come to realize it's foreign properties to the body about a week ago; while I had it gloved it never felt the biting cold of the winds; much like the rest of my numbing body. About a day after my rest in that cave, I'd have lost the glove that I wore on my left-hand; which bore the mark. Since then, it didn't even accumulate any ice, nor did it bare lingering bodily reactions towards frost-bite. A strange realization without any doubt.
Beyond all this, I had originally thought it as a coincidence. When I had left Kumogakure, Bahamut was unusually silent- This far into my travels, not a single word.

Letting out a heavy exhale, I watched the bellowing cloud with some contempt. Giving a furtive glance over my shoulder; it was an eerie sight to behold knowing that in only a few hundred feet, my tracks that I'd just made were being erased by the coalescing white-snow that blanketed the entirety of the region. Against my better judgement, I closed my eyes to comfort their dry aching; while simultaneously with my right hand lifted up my scarf to cover up to my nose. The chilled bite was starting to get to me, given the hours in the elements I've endured.
Having turned back the way I was going, I re-opened my eyes. Allowing them to adjust to the stark-whiteness of the sloped landscape. At that moment, I'd come to notice something peculiar; I tried to dismiss it initially,
but I swore I had seen a light-tan colored object shift through the snow about fifty-meters off. It wasn't until the second time I had seen it, that I knew something was there- An animal perhaps? I pressed forwards, intent on getting a better visual on the target. Having lowered my stance to something akin to preparation for combat, in-case whatever it was bore ill-intent to my better-health. Although, I considered the irony; as I see it, it could be a meal that doesn't expend out of my own travel-reserves. Thus is the state of life out here.

Time felt as if it was standing still, I could sense my nerves were tingling with anticipation for whatever was about to come. Given a quick-estimate I'd have traveled about twenty-meters across the knee deep snowy-slope.
Ever-reminding myself to caution for ice-patches. Admittedly, there was something extraordinarily nerving about knowing I wasn't the only thing out here, I couldn't even account for Bahamut; given his vacancy in voice or in action... Although, I didn't encourage myself to try and manifest him- After-all, this was all for me.
At that moment, I heard a clear 'fwomp' from bellowing snow-debris, it had been uprooted by what my delusioned mind could interpret as a scaled white-tan beast. I wagered about twenty-feet from my position;
and I just knew it had it's sights set on me, like I did it. I must admit, I was ill-equipped to fight a beast of it's magnitude; as it drew closer, crashing through the snow like it was nothing more than grass to a human.
It's size became terribly apparent to me, a quick estimate would interpret it at about fifteen feet tall, and any number of meters long. "How did it hide underneath this snow..?" were such the words that filled my mind,
out of all things. "Tch" exhausting some air, and preparing myself; this was an engagement I knew I couldn't merely escape, I was in this things element, and I was the food in the pecking order.

Keeping my eyes locked on the lizard-like creature, I couldn't help but keep my ground. Feet locked and I instinctively reached back and armed myself with my Hiraishin kunai-- Not that it would do me much good in this fight. With my left hand held in-front of myself, I braced. It had leaped sky-wards, it was then I heard a crack from where it had launched, the ground below it was unstable without question. As my head rose, to follow it's movements; I couldn't help but question why I was distracting myself with the mental banter of things that were out of my control-- What really mattered, I reminded myself- Was the miniature building with its maw opened and it heading straight towards me. It had an angle that would send me buckling back on my lower-back; even if I had the physical capacity to adequately block it. Suggesting it is familiar to hunting bipedal prey; further suggesting, that I wasn't as alone as I initially predicted. "Troublesome" Nevertheless, in my apathetic reflection; I drew the kunai in-front, and calculated the trajectory of one of it's rather large teeth.
At the very least. I should be able to supplement momentum and deflect some of it's weight away from myself. Licking my body in chakra and --

'CRASH--'

Lets say a train of bricks, would have been preferred. My sight blackened from the overwhelming blunt trauma inflicted-- I felt pain, all over. Given that, I figured in initial states of shock; left me in a good condition- Alive. That is.
With my vision looming back into perspective, I witnessed a hole of light; contrasting the darkness around it- And it was getting smaller. "I'm falling- Aren't I" Twisting my torso; I made due to apprehend the surroundings and the sharp winds that battered across my body, which was to say the force of my descent. As my sight adjusted to the ever-present abyss; I did see my dance-partner, and given it's head facing me-
I figured it saw me too. 'huff' A sigh, for good measure.
Twisting my form with techniques of the body, granted me the aptitude to slow my descent by spanning my arms, legs and torso against the air; while a body is a rather poor parachute. It was better than nose-diving, which were my two options at the moment.
To my surprise- and dismay. It took about a minute of falling in the shadowy abyss before any degree of ground could be seen. I couldn't help my curiosities- But with the size of the mountain I was on, was about one-fourty-fifth to the core of our planet; in other-words, I had a long ways up. Assuming I survive; I reminded myself. With my life certainly on the line now, I carefully reached into one of my temperature controlled compartments along my waist, drawing out a capsule- Labelled 'Espresso' a good-friend, and shoved it into my mouth. Seconds later, I felt the liquid coursing through me- And a sense of heightened alacrity.

The dampening stone-brown ground was advancing towards me at a scary-rate, "If only Bahamut were here..." I mused the idea of manifesting him, given his silence- Something made me figure somehow, he was pre-occupied. I heard a hiss off to my side, while I'm not eager to look over- I figured it was something to do with that creature that assaulted me. I suspect it was trying to slow its descent, or prepare for impact-- Not my concern at this point.
"Sixty-Feet" I spoke aloud-- my last ditch effort was whipping my kunai towards the ground. With a slightly delay I heard a 'thunk' indicating an impact; all that was left was to reach out to it's mark with chakra an-- "Crap" Someone would figure my focus would be monitoring my chakra levels, but admittedly; I wasn't paying much attention to the amount expended in the journey. Nor did I expect a fight... I had just enough to keep myself from blacking out-- It'd be a death-sentence to use it to land. Given the creature would probably survive if it had measures to prevent itself from dying at impact.

Twenty-five feet. "Damn it! Bahamut!" Yelling the name of my persona; I'd hoped he would beckon to my call-- But nothing. Initially. It was then, that I felt a burning sensation at the base of my left-palm-- Burning, was is understatement; having corrected myself. It was like I took my hand and dunked it into a pot of molten lava. "Graaaaaaah!" Yelping, I curled my arms in and took my right hand and wrapped it around the wrist of the left. Observing the marking on my left hand in abject horror- Why? From that marking slithered tendrils of white-hot fire; weaving around my forearm- bicep and eventually across my body like serpents, each nerve in my body felt as if it was being pressed against a marking-brand. However, in my fit of agonizing pain; came the realization that my descent had been slowed tremendously.

At the moment of impact, I was at a survivable speed- and what felt like an extension of my form twisted from my shoulder blades. From my perspective, appeared to be a wall of fire. 'Crunch' the wall itself collided against the stone first, throwing my body into a roll across the stone. Twisting my lower-half, I angled my feet and aided in slowing my skidding against the ground; enough to manipulate my weight and regain my footing to a standing position. It was then, I had enough time and energy to look around-- My mouth fell agape.</GLOW>

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<GLOW glow="silver">

One could say, that I fell into another world for what it appeared- Although everything acted the same. The massive violet spires in the dark under-earth had to wait. As my attention quickly drew lines through the immediate area to find my new-found 'friend'. Given the advantage of both of us seeming disorientated; I took the opportunity to observe my opponent with a bit more focus.
My size estimations were about spot-on, without a measuring tape at least. Otherwise, the creature was lithe; scaled across and used all fours- it's head was elongated and shaped to cut through wind, snow and probably earth given how it was able to conceal itself in the snow. I suspect it wasn't expecting the ground to be hollowed out underneath the two of us at the time it collided with me.

My observations were short-lived, with it reacquainting it's sense of equilibrium; and inevitably it coursing its fangs my direction. I suspected Bahamut was the one aiding in my movements from earlier; despite his silence.
If it was the case, I appreciate it. I recognized the sensation from my shoulder-blades was still burning there... As the creature closed the distance; I armed myself with the kunai and willed whatever was behind me to aid me once more. With a steadier grasp of my surroundings, I came to witness what appeared to be flaming-wings span from my back; although they appeared rather... Haggard with holes and broken parts along the structure of the appendages. -- No less, they met with the beast with incredibly matched forces; the creature buckled against 'my' wing-like forms, and flipped overhead. I noticed it had caught aflame briefly, without much thought as to why, given the state of my seeming winged-defenses.
Like everything big, it seemed to take longer to hit the ground than say a human would. Although, I knew it was just a play of perspective; it's landing was sounded off with a loud crash, and a plume of dirt and a shock-wave of force fluttering in all three-hundred sixty degrees. My ears were shot with a roar that echoed for what felt like ever, the miles I could see away reverberated with it's sound; things shook and ached at the presence of noise.
It had shifted getting itself back on all fours, and watched me with wary eyes now. Even with my lack of knowledge of it's species or a general gauging of it's stamina reserves, I could discern it was weakened- That fall must have done a number despite the matter that it reduced the impact. Perhaps it was Bahamut willing my motions from within' or an inherent understanding of the mark from back when I was in Kumogakure; but I knew a way to extend the properties of the mark in a projectile sense. Thus, I lifted my left hand and aimed the palm towards the Creature; sending forth a mental cue to that part of my body and the mark glowed a red-orange hot hue, erupting into a ball of fire towards the target.
After the first hit, the creature recoiled and hissed; I pressed forth and continued launching in succession more of the wads of flame-- Thankfully, this was something that to my surprise, didn't drain anything from mine, or Bahamut's reserves. And I wasn't about to question why. I felt my teeth jarring down and barred, all of my fingers were somewhat curled at the sensation of fire trickling across my skin and back. However, the end justified the means at the moment; and I trudged through the pain.
Considering a warning sign, smoke started to bellow calmly out from my teeth. It was not only then that I had realized that I was in unintelligible pain and exhaustion, but my then opponent- Lay what I presume was dead.

Pursing my lips, I exhausted an air of relief- And some residual smoke from something. I felt the burning embrace from my shoulder blades and hand had receded into what could be best described as 'white-noise' to my nerves. Despite the calling of unwilling rest, I made an effort to step forwards. "Oh look, the ground." Were my last-thoughts afore everything in sight, turned to darkness.

[End Mission]
[WC 2,661]

 

[Shieo]

[Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

Using my Discovery of Contract of my Choice - Youkai


“Sometimes it takes a wrong turn- to get you to the right place.”

"Hn---HNGH." Instinctively, my left hand reached up and gripped my torso- I felt a burning pain searing internally; I figured it was phantom pain from exhaustion... Feeling the ice-cold stone against my skin, I realized that not only was half my face numb- but my bones felt chilled to the core. "Oh right- The cave.." musing the thought to myself. Making the willed effort to endure the pain, I pressed either hand against the flooring and pushed up. Taking this moment to look both sides, I took in the sight- I remembered that there were huge crystalline structures that scored the distance in their magnitude; admittedly, I thought that it might have been a play of visual hallucinations from the cold and drained capacity of my system.

"Well... It was no hallucination- Or dream" Dragging myself through mentally, all to get to a full stand. I swayed in my stance to gather my equilibrium, call it luck; but I suspect that my innate calling to fire helped keep me alive in this cold; because damn was it cold. Calling in a deep breath, I peered towards the carcass of the Creature I slew, what I presume was the day prior- Although it was impossible to really tell how long I may have been unconscious. Nevertheless, in the state of perpetuating pain; it was a relief to see that it had truly been dead. Allowing my eyes to take in the visual of it's scales, it occurred to me; there was a great deal more light than I recalled. It's scales shimmered; alluring my attention to find the source. Thus I looked up, the hole I fell through was in sight- But extraordinarily small. This wasn't what help my attention however, it had to have been just past noon; as the light was sent directly into the hole. Reflecting off a plethora of the very same crystals that spanned further into the cavern. Granted, I suspected the crystals bore no unique properties; I couldn't help but feel comfort, beyond the pain when witnessing the sight. Finding myself basking in the sight, for a bit longer than one should; I quickly reacquainted myself with the current situation at hand.

I am lost, in even more uncharted ... Land?

Closing my eyes, I knew that there was no way I could feasibly climb back up with my current chakra reserves. Thus, I merely spent a few seconds convincing myself that going deeper was going to be the only safe bet. It was bound to lead somewhere, perhaps closer to an exit point. "I hope." I muttered. Situating myself with a sigh, I wandered over to the Creature. While it wasn't immediately apparent, the Creature's defenses were pretty incredible- Given the nature that it didn't have any wings or appendages that would have reduced the impact; suggested that it had landed entirely on its own. I suspect it's death was more subject to the fall, and I merely perpetuated it with more blunt-force trauma. Thus, I made the decision to try and salvage some of its scales to fashion into something akin to armor; if more creatures like it roamed these parts, I'd need all I could get.</GLOW>

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<GLOW glow="silver">Mentally looking back; I wasn't expecting a couple hours dedicated to trying to pry the scales off. In the end, I only scavenged enough scales to cover a few parts of my body; in the end, I convinced myself it was good enough. Taking into account of my surroundings, I understood I had better things to worry about in the meantime; "Hn.. For example; this sheered slope.." I found comfort talking to myself, or perhaps it was a habit formed knowing that Bahamut typically lurked in the corners of my psyche.
Mental stimulation of jokes aside, I observed over a magnificent expanse of cave; littered with village sized crystalline protrusions; and a steep 'cliff' to scale. Without further pause, I strung a climbing-rope around a nearby rock protrusion, and began to make the descent. While watching my stance, I counted away the time it took to scale; coming close to about five minutes, with caution. With a careful play of chakra along the rope,
I am able to release the bindings at the top and let it fall back down. I tasked myself to re-coil it, attach it to my belongings and continued my journey further into the cavern-system.

After a number of hours passing, I had noticed an increasing scarcity of the large crystalline stalagmites and stalactites. The landscape was slowly shifting into larger open space, in the greater distance- I see something rather peculiar; there was an air of disorient and discomfort that settled on my persons looking in the direction of such a -- "S-Structure...?" to be frank with myself, I was not expecting anything down here. Yet from where I stood, I saw what I think is a gargantuan well-like structure.

Intrigue

The sight piqued my interest, and my instincts of being a human seeking shelter. So I began the journey there. What awaited me, I did not know.

[WC 860]
[MFT]

 

[Okada Kaji]

The long fall and some poor luck had brought the weary traveler to what was surely his demise. It was a barren crag best left forgotten; inhospitable to life, without a drop of fresh water or palatable substances to nourish him. Shieo had fallen into a tomb, a crevice deep below the tundra where creatures large and small came to die. He stumbled upon a survivalist’s nightmare. This expansive cavern grew in size, offering more room to host the variety of dead things; strange creatures unlike the surface-dwelling kinds, found in exotic displays permanently encased in ice. Strange beasts of mythological proportions: scales, spines, and armored carapaced beasts with long claws and razor-sharp fangs.

Darkness filled the many corners of the hollow expanse, leading to a corner where light poured out from within a circular, raised altar at the top of a high-rising mound. The center fell inward, making Shieo’s assessment that it resembled a well rather accurate at first glance, though there was no water to be found. Out from the hole shined a bright blue light with the strength of the sun, but the cave only turned cooler the closer Shieo stepped towards it. There was even a stone staircase chiseled into the mound, offering a way up towards the stage.

But then, the sound of stirring alerted Shieo that he was not alone; a sound other than the blow of cold air passing through the deep cave. Several carved obelisks surrounded the altar with oval shapes and indiscernible glyphs inscribed upon them. The sound of a footstep in dust slapped the stone, and a frail-framed creature emerged— a human girl, small, with full, shoulder-length raven hair that played above her shoulders in straight strands. Everything about her was impossibly familiar, in fact, Shieo would know her identity instantly. She was looking about, full of wonder and ignorant of the cold, donned in her usual attire when she came to his classes. The caves chill had her pale, porcelain skin prickling with goosebumps and her eyes were wide with wonder. But when she looked to Shieo, those eyes were merely glossy black orbs posing an imitation of Shieo’s student, Siu. “What are we doing here, instructor Shieo?” asked the girl with real excitement, though there was a strange duet of vocal tones in her voice. She sounded like the child he left behind in the Hidden Cloud, but beneath her was a heavy baritone chord. “This place is amazing— and so, so far away from home.” As she spoke she milled about with no sense of direction, investigating the altar and the gazed around the massive space. “It looks special… Are you here to teach me something special? Or is it my turn to teach you?” Her attention and gaze focused on him, suddenly pausing her childish wandering. Her face was estranged and her tone had become slightly intimidating.

Something was very off about Siu.

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

Having heard my footsteps for quite the lengthy amount of time, the more magnificent the size of the structure became. Without a proper time-piece, I wager that the trek took about three hours from where my journey began at the first sight of the well. Trudging through mossy patches, sludge that I suspect was supposed to be water to a degree, and otherwise the miscellany of deceased creatures of the depths; while I retained an air of caution in my travels, the mystical light not only cast confusing shadows that blocked sight of certain things my shins shortly found. The trip itself, was otherwise simple in it's purpose.

Beginning to ascend the steps of the grandeur structure, I couldn't help but have the sensation of ice run down my spine. The region felt as if it were steadily dropping in temperature, at an unnatural rate; while the stone beneath my feet wasn't frozen- I couldn't help but feel like there was the verge of frost across the area. It was both concerning, and a bit enlightening in what I was walking into. My suspicions of this structure being-- Unusual, were becoming increasingly validated. It didn't require anything more than that before I increased my alertness to the surroundings, I held fast to my sense of defining my security- Despite my fatigue from this trip, I knew I had some degree of endurance to rely on.
The sounds of my footsteps clacked with each motion, my breath became audible and every nerve was alerted to not just the cold; but a shiver of energy as I made it to the platform that hosted the well-hole. Out of habit, I scanned the horizontal plane of the stage; the obelisks were albeit concerning, but the least unusual as I took in more information of the area. While I certainly saw the immaculate light from the well earlier; it's beacon of energy that passed as light, was ever more daunting. 'Clack, clack, clack -- Clack' the sound of footsteps had immediately tore my attention from the glowing glyphs, to a form that I couldn't help but discern the identity with immediate cause- and concern. My eyes narrowed in suspicion and my senses heightened to something akin to battle; I took in the air, the sounds and sight of everything I could. In a typical day, or even fight- I never bothered with this habit much... But I do when I suspect illusions, everything has a place and purpose. And everyone, including myself- sometimes forget minute details; I scoured for those.

Swallowing a heavy breath. Having stared at the young-impostor for some moments in silence, it had feigned inspirational wonder to it's surroundings- Only to inevitably fall it's gaze upon myself. It took my breath away, like a dagger to my lungs- I wasn't entirely sure why, but in a moments pause it all made sense-- her eyes buried an unsettling sensation in my mind. It didn't take much for me to confirm the false identity of perpetrator.
I must admit, I admire my attention to details; it's shadow was different, it's air was off- And, something subtle confirmed everything-- After the figure spoke, inquiring about the surroundings, their purpose. Musing my thoughts, I broke down everything... "The smell is off, given the time dilation her hair would be longer than I last recall; it's grasping my memories. Besides- Even if she knew how to find me in the untraceable lands, she wouldn't be naive enough to have come out here in this state. Besides, she's under-clothed- The mountains to this point would have killed her simply by the elements. She walks with her left foot dominantly, and keeps her right to the target. The expression is off, there's a hardened resolve underneath the feigned innocence; she's not quite there yet. But the ghosts of her past will bring her there-- It's good... But not good enough."

Upon her final statement, the elusive nature of her being started to crack. With intent, I figured no less.“It looks special… Are you here to teach me something special? Or is it my turn to teach you?”

"She has brown eyes." I muttered with iced resolve; reaching slowly back to my pouch I had openly- And casually drew a kunai with three-horned blades, my mark of Hiraishin scribed to the handle. Without adjusting to a stance of combat just yet, I wagered with my cards against the unknown being that stood across from me. The air was dry in-spite the biting cold, I felt empty and anxious; looking back in my past,
I tried to avoid any conflict I didn't already know something about my enemy... I admittedly, hadn't expected this. I knew there was an air of thought that surrounded me, I suspect this being knew this and was likely amused with my hesitation. "Think Shieo... This thing can grab thoughts, given the circumstance- The Hiraishin is my safest route, even if it knows where and what I'll do. I might be able to out-maneuver if I must. It's a game of action; assuming that is it's intent... It's hard to discern, it hasn't acted. But it doesn't bode well."
A lump was forming in my throat, I always drew on nerves in these silent exchanges. It was gauging me, but I couldn't tell in what- and it had to know I was doing the same. Although, perhaps gauging something a bit more aggressive- Call it occupational habit. I couldn't allow the silence to stifle out my ground any longer; the revitalizing dew of my sweat that traced the side of my face only attributed my nerve; I had to do something, talking- Is perhaps the safest bet to begin. Inhaling heavily, I let the coalescing sensation of the chilled air fill my lungs; pursing my lips, the air slithered out with coarse weight behind it- a technique I use to give myself into will-power over my body, rather than sheer stamina.

"... It is immoral to take which does not belong to you; even if they're simple images and memories- Unless you are without form... Your fascination of the altar alludes to your connection to it, a feigning of ignorance to draw my attention to it, rather than you. I'll wager it belongs to you, or you to it- And you wish me to do something foolish to aid you. What's your angle?"
I had taken the time of my words, to gently walk in opposition to the figure; keeping my distance- but my movements walked a path that I had previously examined, I knew the stonework, how it laid out and the distance approximation. My attention could be left to her, and her to me- and I had the advantage of terrain control. Or so I hoped.

For now I could only wait and see.

[WC 1,140]
[MFT]

 

[Okada Kaji]

Meat sacks with loud mouths and fragile bones.
Choice words to describe the human tripe were on the tongue of the black-eyed Siu, but she held her words long enough to let Shieo finish his insulting remarks. She quickly dropped the act, reducing the smile she mimicked from Shieo’s memory to a pout and glare. Her little boots clapped against the cold stone of the stairway as she began to descend. Her hands joined by their pinkies behind her back, still deceptively cute even if the look in her eye abandoned the facade.

“Personally, I thought it was a pretty good impression,” said the faux-apprentice, who now spoke with a new voice far from the girl it appeared as. Its voice was prim and proper, and perfectly matured— a respectable voice you might hear on a strict linguistics professor. “And it is not immoral” countered the Dark Siu, “it was generous of me to take a form you might appreciate. ‘Anything too foreign might have frightened you, and guests are truly too rare to be squandered with poor first impressions. But you clearly aren’t the sentimental type. Sorry, but you’re a ‘prick.”

Then she took a seat at the base of the staircase, carelessly lowered herself just before Shieo. She reclined on her elbows and crossed her feet. It seemed as if her attention never really wandered away from Shieo; she kept probing him, a power that came to her all too easily. Sheio had gone on to assume Siu’s motives, but his guesses were farfetched and left her unimpressed. She ignored his final assumptions though and went back the game of false identities. “Maybe I should have skipped the sentimentality and went for something that really says Shieo Ahiro,” she said, making jazz hands to match the bravado it took to dream up such a creature. “Like turn into a dragon and eat you.” She said that with total seriousness.

“And no, there’s nothing in this chamber that I need you for; no magical quest, no prism to break my true physical body out of,” said the figure, quite bitterly. “No, I’m just here to watch you, Shieo Ahiro… to watch you wander, to watch you fight for your survival and sanity in this place… and to wager whether you’ll succumb to the cold or starvation first.” A look around would reveal many figured from the past: creatures frozen in ice and withered away by time. Since his fall, Shieo was feeling weaker than ever, and this being understood that no amount of rest would help him recover. Now was her favorite part, where Shieo would realize that he was doomed. “My bet is you’ll last a while so settle in, Sheio Ahiro… I hope you stick around longer than my last visitor; a beard might look dapper on you.” And then came a laugh, a pause, and with a voice copying Shieo perfectly she mocked him: “What’s your angle?”

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

I felt it was a bit of an orchestra from it's movements and my own against the stone-work; each of our steps created a silence shattering sound. Gulping down some of my caution, the sound of which; only left me nerved- It was incredibly silent beyond the pair of us. There had been a number of reasons for me to allow myself become, surprisingly a bit more comfortable with the situation- Which I found was perhaps a good thing, at least in the mean-time; Any amount of rest was a good thing in this situation.
And thus, when the sinister Siu found herself at the base of the stairs; seated. I came to stop in my tracks, opposite to it's position as I watched her and the surroundings. The tone of it's voice was a bit nerving; I realized it wasn't too keen on retaining any state for longer than it had to, as if it whirred around on whim. Nor was it entirely wrong on it's own deductions of myself, I couldn't help but give way a small smirk. With the scene settling ever so slightly, I loosened my grip on the kunai and let my index finger slip into the ring. Idly coursing it's direction back into my shinobi pouch. One may interpret this as a show of faith, or comfort to the matter of my opposite-
But reality set for my mind, I wasn't intrinsically worried about the creature; it showed virtually no signs of hostility to myself, no-- It had to have seen this as a bit of a game.

I drew in a breath. Drawing my hands to either hip, as I took the time to find myself into a state of minor-rest. I was without a doubt, in a state of exhaustion; perhaps operating on a second-wind from the past day and some through the tumultuous lands above and below. "It would be a lie, to say I am no prick; but you are correct in the assumption of a lack of sentimentality. One cannot simply survive and live well enough in my occupation by holding to the past." I exhausted some air with pursed lips. While I continued to listen to it's toying rambling, even to go as far to interpret the mannerisms of a Dragon; I hadn't even arched a brow.
Prior to this point, I had already had relative discernment that it had some ability to glean my thoughts and the like. It was no wonder it knew of Bahamut, although; it had confirmed his presence remained.

"Hmh... Just Shieo, if you would." With a rather dullen tone to his usual droll voice. I listened as it began off the concept of binding to the well. It helped clear one of my hypothesis' lessening the concern even more about the situation. Of course, the being wasn't finished; my attention wandered as it continued rather drone-like. Given the situation, I had been gauging the surroundings above, in the distance and the like;
all while keeping the girl in my peripherals as best as I could. Although, even in the back of my mind. I knew there would be no simple way out- But it never hurt to check.

“My bet is you’ll last a while so settle in, Shieo Ariho… I hope you stick around longer than my last visitor; a beard might look dapper on you.”

“What’s your angle?”

Admittedly, while I hadn't been looking directly at her. My eye had twitched ever so slightly. Honestly, it wasn't even it's mimicry that got to me. But I knew I looked shaggy from my travels, in-spite my efforts to uphold some modicum of appearance. Thinking about having a beard was just really unsettling. Nevertheless, I found myself in a weird situation with what felt like an endless under-earth expanse that would have to be traveled to escape. And, with a being that I wasn't completely sure of what it was; even if I had my suspicions.

"What a bother." I mused to myself aloud, stuck between a rock and hard place; or so it felt like. Having drawn my left hand from my hip, to rub my brow ever so slightly allowing the pressure to ease the muscles and grant myself a sense of comfort out of habits. Sadly, she has a point in all of this. There's not a lot I can do right this moment, and I'm hungry- I imagine I'm running low on rations too, enough to survive a couple days left without finding game. My thoughts drifted through possibilities. Knowing that the being was more than entertained with the process as it was, I figured I should pay it much more attention than to myself. With the slew of creatures around mind you, I suspect the light draws them out eventually. Like wild to a watering-hole; if I'm careful, I may be able to use it advantageously. The mark doesn't require chakra, so it'll help retain my stamina when and if any show up. And while Bahamut helps me keep warm, it wouldn't hurt to help stifle the biting cold with a small fire. I have some miscellany I could task to this. Besides we're under-earth, moss can be found too. I dialogue mentally, I found my hand had drawn to my chin and was carefully contemplating steps. If the creature had been perusing his mind, it would have found- that he was paying it very little attention in his plans. A spectator, and that's all that mattered in his books.

I wandered closer to one of the obelisks, intent on making sure my back wasn't vulnerable in the circumstance of either a creature, or the being turning against me. Carefully lowering myself down into a cross-legged seated position. I pilfered through my consumed belongings, in practice I always carried the pouches of rags and scraps that I could use for fires; they weren't spectacular sources for this. But at the very least it allowed me to get something out of it in a pinch.
Assembling the bits and bobs in-front of me, I had carefully created a bundle that resembled that of a small fire; it only had to help retain my own body-heat. Wielding my mark of the dragon on my left palm; given it's nature similar to a seal or a tattoo. I had placed it carefully against the side of the bundle and allowed a small ember hiss out of my palm to ignite the bunch. My eyes and attention drawn to the sense of fire, my inheritance of humanity took to my soul a little bit. For some reason, us mortals were always drawn to such primitive things. A sense of overlapped peace and conflict stirred deep in my torso, but I knew to take things in stride in cases like this. I can only know what I know, after-all; and being drained and hungry wasn't helping.

Around then, I had reached into the folds of my clothes and drew out a thin tin. Propping my finger-nail near the edge of the lid, I had pried it open carefully. Mentally taking count of my pre-packaged rations, I was right;
a couple days at the minimum. Pulling one out, I closed the tin up and slid it away into my clothes.
Caring to provide the girl a furtive glance, I had torn open the food and made an effort to savor the bland-goods. Watching her now in a means of temporary silence. It was until I felt obligated out of a weird social norm to break the silence; I wagered it was due to my familiarity of having Bahamut always around, talking to myself and things of unusual nature were almost normal now. "For someone who entertains the concept of hosting guests, you're rather poor at it, huh-." Sniffing once, I cared to chew my food and swallow with attention to my body and the surroundings as I spoke in a casual demeanor. Biding my time was something I could find solace in, even in enemy territory. "Don't s'pose any of them asked which way was out of here huh..? Or is that why you're around, can't find a way out... Mh-- Or is there another reason you find yourself tucked away in the farthest reaches of where even darkness hesitates to tread?" My voice grew distant near the end of my inquiries, truthfully; I was more inquiring to myself the matter at hand, than the being itself. After-all, I didn't think it would be willing to divulge the information; it came off far too self-centered.

After my little conversation, I found I had finished the ration. Sitting there, watching the fire- instead of the well of light, or the undesirable companion in more than one way.

What have I gotten myself into...?

[WC 1,470]
[MFT]

 

[Okada Kaji]

The figure who defiled Shieo’s memories of young Siu was idling, gradually becoming bored as she watched him attempt to settle in. Eyes brown and black swung about with the head, turning her attention to the cavernous expanse that was the ice palace. Shieo’s company suddenly made such a wondrous place seem like as much of a drag as he was. But then again, the visitors were always like this; either he’d try remaining calm and dwelling until madness set in, or begin a desperate attempt at escaping. Perhaps it was her fault that Shieo didn’t have more of a sense of urgency— she did suggest for him to settle in after all, and she didn’t inform him of the cave crawlers who’d eventually come for him. Siu turned to regard Shieo to reaffirm previous observations: a sack of flesh and fragile bones ripe for the taking.

“Most of my visitors aren’t smart enough to take directions” answered the enigmatic doppelganger, who was accused of being a poor host and refusing to direct wayward visitors to their salvation. “And the few that are usually came her just like you— by accident, but arrive much less equipped to survive. Most don’t survive the fall, but absolutely no one leaves.” She said this matter-of-factly, and approached Shieo, inviting herself to have a seat opposite his camping space. He could have gone anywhere but chose to settle there at the base of the rocky altar— in her space.

As she took her seat the cold ground and her supple features betrayed the sound of her voice. This place was hard on the teenage physique; she was visibly freezing by did not care or notice at all. Her knees were exposed and flushed, soft and revealing just a bit of thigh, and she motioned just slightly to reveal a bit more skin. It was a failing temptation from the start and she took joy from it, revealing a devilish grin as she swept the raven strands of her bangs aside. “It’s so cold here, sensei” said the devilish girl in an alluring tone, spitefully returning to the ruse that mocked Siu. “Won’t you care for me? Keep me warm?” She watched him prepare his pitiful meal but kept up her game, being as annoying as possible. “Or maybe I should try something you’d rather put your hands on.” As she spoke her voice was changing mid-sentence, becoming more mature and womanly. Those knobby teen legs grew ever so slightly, and her form gain more curves, even a change of wardrobe, magically. The raven hair began to shorten and morph into a vivid blue color, and her eyes became shimmering sapphires, though still kept their pitch-black sclera. “How about now— I know you’ve considered your boss at least once… everyone does. ‘Come put your hands around my neck and squeeze as hard as you’d like!” Her pose changed to an inviting one with her legs sitting flat and boots knocking together at the toes. She wore a comfy wool sweater and a colorful scarf barely within the Kumogakure uniform code. Shieo would know just who she was, and that woman would have never proposed such things. She was searching his face all the meanwhile, looking for any sign of intrigue though she knew the truth. “At least tell me if I’m getting warmer… I am your host, right? I should start making you more comfortable. ‘Or should I start ordering you around? Let me give you some purpose, like some brats to teach… I’ll give you worth, Shieo Ahiro. ‘I’ll give you instrumentality.” The wicked blue woman was sounding serious with her suggestions, digging into Shieo, searching for a reaction, but then her facade collapsed into laughter and the real, infernal voice behind it all. “Bah ha ha ha ha! Your life is a joke, no wonder you ran away… and look at you now, look at the price you are paying. ‘I am the point of no return, do you understand?”

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

For sometime in silence, I sat. Listening to her counter-comments; was it even a her? I wasn't wholly certain- To be frank, even though it didn't have a very welcoming personality; I somewhat enjoyed the company, despite the morally confusing nature of the being. Still a voice to be heard and a presence to acknowledge.
"Most don’t survive the fall, but absolutely no one leaves.”
I allowed those words to settle, my expression left something akin to a smile; but it was soft and barely noticeable. Directing my eyes upwards, if only barely from my slowly being finished meal; to the illusive girl that resembled perhaps one of my closer students. There was no hope but for me to notice the features of an individual in appearance that although false; resembled if only a little bit of Siu. I inevitably had to close my eyes so my instincts of a guardian didn't stir into action, in this allowed me to only focus on the words- They sounded empty, hollowed and forced; this allowed me to disassociate the image and what lie beneath. "Frankly, Siu has the capacity to keep herself warm. Nice try." I muttered in spite; closing up the tin and sliding it away back into the folds of my clothes. Drawing my hands closer to the fire allowing them to feel the gentle caress of heat.

I found myself letting out a calming, prolonged exhale. It allowed me to lull myself into comfort despite the circumstances, and the growing discomfort that came with the being that sat across from me. In-spite my efforts to ignore it's toying ways. Having drawn my eyes open once more, to bare witness to it's form begin the process of morphing into a new suit; inevitably, I realized my left-brow had raised both in a state of confusion followed by bafflement. Primarily, because it actually thought I bore anything other than 'She pays me' towards her existence.

“How about now— I know you’ve considered your boss at least once… everyone does. ‘Come put your hands around my neck and squeeze as hard as you’d like!”

I admit, I was slowly becoming amused by the antics of the being, and my revulsion towards it's audacity was fading into that as an adult slowly grows accustom to the whims of a spastic child. I rubbed my hands together one last time over the glowing flickers of fire below; afore I washed my left open palm over the fire. Allowing it to slowly whisk into my palm- and ultimately the marking.

“At least tell me if I’m getting warmer… I am your host, right? I should start making you more comfortable. ‘Or should I start ordering you around? Let me give you some purpose, like some brats to teach… I’ll give you worth, Shieo Ariho. ‘I’ll give you instrumentality.”
“Bah ha ha ha ha! Your life is a joke, no wonder you ran away… and look at you now, look at the price you are paying. ‘I am the point of no return, do you understand?”

My expression, something I couldn't readily hide at this time. Is that of a smirk, as I sat against the stonework of the altar. I turned my attention to the twisted image of Yuii; my dour eyes boring holes into the skull of the being for a moment of silent respite. That was until, I made up my mind on a critical decision for my next steps- those of which, the opposing being was soon to be revealed to. And without further hesitation, twisted my lower half in order to crawl over, in my crawling stride I wasted no time; and gave little opportunity to react. An action unbecoming of myself, really- which was the intent. Having positioned myself to overtake the form of the being, I brought my face close; emphasized my breath, as the crystallizing cold caused it to brush against the being. My right hand drew forth and caressed the side of it's neck. And that- is where my rouse only meant to concern itself with.
Once I reached this point, I pulled my head back and simply smiled. Mockingly; and slid my hand up past it's neck and ruffled it's hair. In sync with my ruffling hand, I used the other to press against my knee and bring myself to a stand. "You're amusing. And you have a depressing air about you; but-" I had retracted my hand since, clearing my throat. Resting either on my hips; turning my attention to the surrounding expanse. "I should let you know, I didn't run away. Besides- if you're the point of no return, maybe I'll just offer to take you with me. Loopholes are fun." I wiped my nose, already feeling the itching bite of the cold.

I didn't give it much time to consider, having since doused my fire. I traveled with what I needed on my persons, so I merely started walking down towards the downwards stairs of the altar-well. Casting back a furtive glance to the being. "You're welcome to join me, this way you can watch me fail; and no other ulterior motive that you're unwilling to tell me needs to be said." Turning my attention back towards the descent,
I smirked, allowing my ears to take in the cold clack of the stone.

I directed my path towards the unexplored direction of the cavern. After-all, I wouldn't get very far going the way I came from; besides. I initially went on this journey for the sake of exploring... What good would an adventure be without much adventure?

[WC 934]
[MFT]

 

[Suika]

"I see."

The spectral being's expression fell into a state of utter neutrality as Shieo countered with his wit. Clever, wasn’t he? His sharp tongue was met with some admiration; although his presence wasn’t necessarily anticipated nor welcomed, he was somehow different from the many who’ve passed through and in this unknown landmark. They were intrigued by him, which shifted their gears as the man insisted in venturing the mysterious and fearsome cavern. Perhaps he was insane? Then again, who wasn’t? They understood craziness quite well. “So be it.” they stated simply, their tone noticeably altered from their aggressive, condescending lunacy to a subtle, somber one. The tune of their melody didn’t matter too much – this would all end the same. Unfortunate, really, in more ways than one.

As Shieo, the wanderer, chose to stroll further into the cataclysmic depths, the being altered its physical form once more. They appeared as a young girl very familiar to Shieo. This time, however, it wasn’t darkened like its previous forms. Their characteristics appeared a lot more realistic, almost as if an exact carbon copy of the petite figure pulled from his memories. Why did they choose this form? Even they weren’t too sure, but such a nimble figure was probably best for the foreseen pilgrimage. Besides, the girl seemed the spunky type from what they gathered. This best fit their new angle, whatever it was.

“I’m aware of your intentions, but what pushes you so, Shieo Ahiro?” The being moved so spritely next to him that they appeared as if floating. Their expression remained unmoved; they did not allow a single crack to reveal their intentions. “To me, your life is like a cog in the machine that rules you. Currently, you’re a stuck piece, and therefore aren’t worth much. I’m sure you realize that.” Unlike their last approach, the being was way more tamed with both their tone and words. They were straightforward, yes, but they weren’t mocking him this time. “Is that why you risk your life in this cave, so that you can discover something that will drive your life with purpose? If so, you can stop now, because I can answer that for you. You don’t have purpose and you should turn back while you can, mortal."

"Purpose is a narcissistic concept that usually ends with one’s disappointment and demise, anyway.” It was a warning, but they had a feeling Shieo would not budge regardless. Were they a broken record at this point?

Like a time machine, the further the man adventured through the cavern, the more prehistoric, yet dazzling his scenery would become. The walls around him were adorned in glyphs as exotic types of minerals and plantlife wove around its edges. Not much happened, but the parts he roamed increasingly expanded with every step he took. At the same time, the atmosphere grew dense. There was more to this cavern than what could be seen. Meanwhile, the once taunting being continued to follow him silently. For as wordy as they were, they chose to sit back for a bit and allow the man to experience his small journey organically. There was not much for them to do now, so they decided to simply observe. It wouldn’t be long until a piercing cry broke through the still of the cavern.

The being, in their Suika-esque form, grinned ever-so-slightly.

[OOC: Hey, Shieo! As discussed, I will take over this mod in place of Kaji. For this post, feel free to add your own creative spin to the scenery/environment Shieo experiences as he travels. I will also use what you see/observe/do in my own posts! Now, let's have an adventure!]

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

I couldn't help but give the creature a furtive glance afore I pressed forth in my travels. They were rather quick to assume to my side, admittedly; I was expecting some degree of opposition, or an attempt to feign their disinterest in mine and their time. No matter, they've come which means I've at least reigned some control over the situation-- Not that it was terribly challenging, like playing with a child some might say. I exhausted a breath akin to a sigh, the air was crisp and draining; the crystalline fog that pooled out of my mouth each breath only helped remind me of that. One could easily say my survivability has a lot to do with Bahamut and our connection to each other.

As I continued in my journey, the expanse only grew larger and more daunting. Both in the size of the crystalline formations, the sigilic symbols that were strewn around at seemingly random and ultimately the eerie silence aside from the clatter of mine own steps. Though, I think the most troublesome of all this I figure is the fact, the larger this place gets. The harder to discern a suitable path out... I knew my thoughts weren't wholly my own at the moment, but it helped recite things to myself on occasion. Frankly, I didn't trust instinct enough to allow it to solely guide me.

Having spent a good hour or two in travel, the sights were grand certainly. But I found that the place had taken a familiar routine in what it adorned itself in. And the spectacle of glistening crystal formations were slowly dulled out in my eyes and mind, all that I could think of at some points; was simply how it could be so unfathomably cold. Having taken to rubbing my hands together, allowing the Dragons' Wrath mark warm some of my body up every now and again. A useful tool, and I am certainly thankful that it drew nothing from me in terms of chakra or stamina. A wonderous source of power; I wager I'll question where it fuels itself one day, but for now. I figure I shouldn't burden myself with such curiosities.

My ears perked, ever so slightly at the petite voice from behind inevitably broke the silence that I was growing comfortable with. Perhaps that was their intent, no matter; as they say- some socializing can keep the demons away. Probably. I muttered to myself mentally, all while I contemplated what to say in return to it's prying. I let out a cough, aimed to indicate my coming conversation, I had let my eyes wander while I spoke. While the surroundings were grand and fascinating, my dullen expression only helped emphasize my complacency in their existence. But too, that I was intent on making sure nothing used the area against me. "For someone who claims to be able to weasel into the minds of others, I am going to wager it's not so simple. Surface thoughts perhaps? Otherwise you wouldn't bother trying to pry." I had cast my gaze back at them with a curious venom to my dour expression. "You shouldn't sit so high on a horse you barely have tamed, as they say. Someone more trained might notice and call you on it." Sniffing lightly, I returned my attention to the surroundings. Keen on ensuring my footing didn't slip up, and that I was prepared for any obstacles I faced in terms of uneven grounds. I didn't really bother answering it's empty questions, all but one; mostly because it has come up a number of times. "Said it before, I didn't come to this cave intentionally; nor intent on risking my life on it's existence-- To be frank, I can't say as I care too much about it; or why it's here. Though, it raises the question why you're so intent on bringing it up. What is it too you I wonder? Not that you'll answer." I guided my hands into my pant pockets. There was a stretch of rock smoothed out enough for a safe enough travel without having to balance myself. Having continued down it I listened to it's blammer about purpose and shook my head with a sigh. "That about confirms your inability to fully read into people. I decided to journey because it'd be good for me, I know my purpose; but I lacked knowing more about myself. Besides, turn back to what? There's nothing to turn to, you were certain of that yourself. Or have you forgotten?" I allowed the slightest bit of a smirk crack, afore shifting it back into my neutral stance.

After sometime had elapsed, I found ourselves at an elevated plateau. It was like any other piece of land in this cavern, with little spectacular about it. Although perhaps it was a little bit more open than usual; there wer still crystals around, but a distinct lack of runics suggested to me a number of potentials. It was then when I heard a bone-chilling shriek. Bugger... Well, if all goes well; I'll have dinner. If it doesn't? Well let's not think about that option.

I allowed the licking flames from my left-palm erupt a bit more feverishly. The flames wrapped around my forearm and coaxed the ground beneath me to sizzle under the weight of the mythical fire. A reliable tool and weapon; especially since I wasn't wholly sure what I was about to be up against. Rather than allowing myself succumb to surprise, I reached into a pocket with my other hand and withdrew a small capsule. Sliding it into my mouth and held it between my teeth.

My stance became firm, and formed to years of habit. And my attention spanned around the area; whatever it was knew where I was. Trying to hide myself wouldn't serve me any purpose but to give it an advantage of narrowed quarters. At least this way I'll see it coming.

[WC 993]

 

[Suika]

"And for someone who supposedly lacks a caring bone, you seem to find the need for constant comebacks. They're amusing, really, but it's not like that’ll save you in the end."

The being, still in the appearance of a young Suika, crossed their arms as they floated to the side of the wandering man. Normally, they would pay no mind to the taunts or snide remarks of travelers, but there was something especially agitating about Shieo. Was it his condescending tone? Or perhaps it was the all-knowing facade he carried? For someone who acted as if he knew better, he was overdue for a rude awakening. After all, he was in their dwelling grounds. The crystalline beauties within the cavern was a mirage of the treacherous path he trekked; Shieo, a Chuunin from Kumogakure, was on a slow, yet inevitable descent into Hades.

As Shieo furthered himself into his needless venture, piercing cries penetrated the bubble of serenity around him. Like any competent and trained shinobi would, the wanderer entered an anticipative stance that, while left him fully vulnerable, protected him from any sudden surprises. But would that work in his favor? Although time froze still at that moment, it passed calmly. From that echoed screech emerged nothing. The being, tapping their foot, continued to grin their sardonic expression. Yes, this was intriguing, indeed. “I’m assuming you’re prepared for an all-out confrontation against some unforeseen foe? I am, too.” The Suika-faced creature skipped childishly around Shieo and gestured to him a thumb’s up. Retaining their smile, they soon shifted their thumb downward as their now frowned expression went with it. “Sometimes, you have to dig deep to truly discover what it is you’re expecting. Dummy.” With that, and not too subtly, a crystalline claw emerged from the soils below and attempted to latch on to the shinobi’s ankles. It succeeded. Clenching his legs firmly as its pointed fingers began to break the surface of his skin, it started to pull him into the ground. The floor itself, previously formed as a hardened cavern surface, was like oozing liquid now. Whatever it was, it sought to pull Shieo down under with it.

“Could this get any worse?” mocked the being as it gazed coldly at Shieo. “Probably.” In that moment, another set of claws emerged and set into the man. More and more popped from the tampered surface as their pull gradually became stronger. Shieo would feel himself sinking.

“What will you do, Shieo? Will you sink and discover what may be? Or will you fight and take your risks at the top?” The imitation Suika calmly sat into the air as if they had possession of an invisible chair. Tilting their head into a light fist, they quietly observed the shinobi. How would he handle this situation? There were many routes he could take, and while the being had a grasp of what he may pick, the man’s mind, begrudgingly to them, flipped in some type of convoluted loop. He was indeed right, not that they’d admit it; fake Suika could not fully comprehend the man’s complex persona, and that annoyed the shit out of them.

“It may all be over soon anyway…” Or would it?

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

Adjusting my vision to simply shake my head in retort to the beings come-back; I found it needless to entertain it further on such a front. But I digress. musing such things in my mind.

However, it was no later that I found myself in a bit of a predicament

“I’m assuming you’re prepared for an all-out confrontation against some unforeseen foe? I am, too.”
“Sometimes, you have to dig deep to truly discover what it is you’re expecting. Dummy.”

Needless to say, the snide attitude of my uncouth companion was a bit of a boon. With it's motions and comments, it gave me -- As suspected ample time to react. My mouth curled into a gentle smirk; I knew I was never regarded for my strength, speed or ninjutsu superiority in most cases and definitely not by my own natural means. However, due to such weaknesses; I adapted new methods and tools to compensate for such short-fallings.
With an efficient motion, my right hand swooped into a pouch and withdrew a kunai. It wasn't for striking mind you, not normally. With my eyes gazing down at the writhing claw-like appendages that just started to seep out and reach for me. The same hand with the kunai flicked it into the air; it didn't matter where it went- or how far even. Just -- Up.



At that very moment, I bit down and consumed the liquid capsule I had prepared moments before the encounter. A flood-gate of energy and focus bore into my eyes and body, with a heightened alacrity. Everything went to the vertigo-inducing slowness that one might acquire if they were unfamiliar. I could feel the beat of my heart, the flow of my blood and ever so slightly- a flow of chakra that surrounded me, people, beings, objects... It was surreal.
Despite me meandering to you, my attention had been attributed on the claws- I had to time it right, to reveal the motion, the capacity and extension of whatever this thing was. Being a firm believer of limits, once you know an opponents, or an obstacles. I can overcome at this point, my mind was set in on itself. I didn't bother listening to the spectral bargain-bin lunatic that was my companion.

As the claws just begun to close in on my legs, is when I acted... In real-time, I suspect it would have looked nearly successful in it's efforts to lock-down on me. However, with the hovering mark of Hiraishin fluttering eagerly above me. I had a different story to decree. A brilliant light of red-white wreathed around my body, and the kunai that managed about forty-feet into the air. With a hairs-notice transportation, I had gripped upon the kunai mid-air. I may yet need this, even if I have more... Effective movements Shieo. The opponent is ambiguous; perhaps a consort to this being that's following me. It exists in this cave, meaning it's got something strange about it-- Aside from the floor goop. I turned my attention to 'Suika-2.0' if only just for a moment. Granting the slightest bit of a wink.

Given my aerial motion, as law suggests- What goes up, must come down. Down is where that thing is. Continuing the trail of thought. Then turning my attention to my mark, with a grit of my teeth; I twisted my torso and aimed the palm opened and towards the ceiling of the cave. A lashing of asinine heat then erupted from my palm- Manifesting the clamor of chain and fire beating against one another; all while a chain the width of my torso careened upwards and impaled into the rock.
After this connected, I hung ever so slightly. With some minor acrobatics I was able to contort my body upwards and hang upside down. Either flat of my foot pressed against the chain- I had a lingering feeling a character from a comic book did this...

Squinting from my position-- Fifty feet up. "Well. It's certainly strange, I'll give it that." Muttering my off-comment, just loud enough for it to hear me.

Attacking would be a waste of energy, effort and perhaps tools. It clearly intends to do something with me. Meaning it's not done. Given the distance from the ceiling and the floor. It has plenty of negative-space to cover. I'll see a fracture point, a weakness. And can exploit it. No half-ass ghost or some claws is going to get me so easily; and I certainly won't let myself go down without a fight either.

[WC 723]

 

[Suika]

Hmm, so the man could follow cues?

As the supernatural being observed what many would dub a supernatural feat, the look across their face was one of pure disinterest. Lucky for Shieo, he possessed far more skill than the average joe that stumbled upon this god-forsaken landmark. Unfortunately for them, that was far too predictable. Centuries in a cave made every aspect of the world feel dry. When men like Shieo appeared, who boasted their remarkable abilities to escape potentially perilous situations, it shifted the entire situation into some cheap thrill. Were they a sadist of sorts? Or was the spiritual being, in fact, the puppet master behind this aggressive occurrence? They would neither affirm nor deny that any time soon, even if Shieo asked. Also, to their annoyance, the man didn’t bother even questioning them. Where was his curiosity? It always guaranteed a slain cat.

Pooey.

Crossing their arms, the being looked up at Shieo with a half-lidded expression. “You gonna stay up there all day?” Another foreshadowing. As time passed, the ooziness of the floor slowly dissipated as the hands were no more. Seconds turned into minutes, and it was apparent that there was no longer an immediate threat. The Suika-like being, now standing straight up, motioned at the man (whether he was still on ceiling or at ground level at this point). “So what if I told you a secret, Shieo? Would you be interested to know an important piece of this puzzle?” The spirit smirked ever-so-smugly. Holding out their finger as to shush any reaction from the man, they continued. “Well, I guess I will since you insisted. I was once like you, but now I’m me. Maybe that’s why I sort of know you. Isn’t that odd?”

The creature floated near Shieo, now neglecting the use of its humanoid legs. Why should it walk? It never really needed to, anyway. With however Shieo chose to reply with or whatever he did, the being decided to go silent. It didn’t appear saddened or agitated; their emotion was hard to distinguish. It just simply followed Shieo like the piece of gum it was. The space they were in, too, was quiet, but from afar, deeper within the cave, erupted a booming sound. The youkai didn’t react, but simply observed the shinobi’s reaction. Would he dare venture further? Or maybe this was the part he would turn back?

Regardless of his choice, the man would suddenly feel a part of himself drained. If he self-examined himself, he’d notice that a decent portion of his chakra reserves felt expended, more than the usual. Did his last action of escape cause more of a toll on him that anticipated? Or maybe there was something about this cave? With that, Shieo would still feel physically heavier with each step. It wasn’t something he couldn’t handle, but it would prove a nuisance to most.

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

After some moments passed, I stared down towards the stone base, once the claws and ultimately the form of the flooring had reverted back into otherwise normalcy. I twisted my torso, and readjusted so my feet would point to the ground.
Releasing the chain a flash of fire wreathed my back into the form of disparaged wings; ultimately to slow my descent into something less trauma-inducing to legs and the various other parts of a body. After-all, I'm hinging on reserving what chakra i have, and the tools in my disposal for anything I have no choice but to use.
I hardly waited a moment afore I begun walking the direction opposite of where I came. In the end, I figured; I only had to get myself out, so caring for the tormenting brat was rather ill-concerning to my mind.

“So what if I told you a secret, Shieo? Would you be interested to know an important piece of this puzzle?” The specter spoke as it trailed behind, drifting around as if gravity meant nothing-- Of course it didn't I reminded myself; it's dead after-all.

"No." I interrupted with a rather crass tone, even though it stayed well within' my usual somber sound; in-spite any sass from the false-girl I pressed forth. I can't say I care enough to listen right now... Musing the thought to myself, I needed to keep on my toes. It was no wonder, after-all I am in the grounds of other beings in the food-chain, and they're probably bigger than me. It was at this moment I encountered the tumultuous boom that sourced from further within'. "Hm.. More trials." I spoke aloud, to myself primarily as a way to mentally astute where I was, and to ensure I was in the mindset that things were far from over.
Given the innate and constant examination of my form, it was a bit of a surprise to have felt a sudden and inescapable falling in my reserves. Which lead me to pause; I narrowed my eyes as I focused on nothing in particular- For now, it was just crystalline formations and a vast amount of stone in this cavernous mountain. Right... Well chakra doesn't just do that, even if there were tools being employed it was a steady and straining process. So I inhaled, lifting my hands together I prepared them in a Ram seal; allowing a greater seized control of my chakra take form, I was being drained. But it would take crippling me to immobility to potentially stop me from using chakra if I needed. Nevertheless, I didn't need a lot; or to necessarily use it in the traditional sense for what I was doing. As I held the seal, only a passing of two to three seconds elapsed afore my chakra system seized to flow, it didn't inherently stop me from doing what I needed- and from past experiences it didn't halt the dragon's wrath either. But at the current time, I've only ever experience genjutsu being sufficiently capable of causing such disruptions in chakra reserves. So I had to rule it out-- Even if I normally caught it without any effort.

Afterwards, I continued. The rising of incline and the occasional descent was encouraging- But in the end, I was hinging on the chance that this cave- Like many, had an exit.

[WC 559]

 

[Suika]

As predicted, the lone adventurer did not care to be entertained by the mischievous Youkai’s antics. Shrugging plainly, the Youkai decided to take a back seat and simply observe the man for a bit. After all, the main part of this show would soon begin. The being didn’t necessarily look forward to what was to come, but it happened often enough that their curiosity was piqued, especially since Shieo was so different than the rest of them. But it mattered not – it always ended the same way. The god of death would soon feast upon his new soul.

“Not that it seems he has one…” the Suika look-a-like mused humorously.

As Shieo pressed forward in his venture, his precautionary attempt to stop the disruption in his flow of chakra failed. He would find no trace of illusory play – all that took place would appear real. What exactly was the phenomena that attempted to siphon the man’s vitality? The Youkai knew, but Shieo hadn’t discovered it yet. “Anyway, this is getting boring,” asserted the spirit as it floated in front of the Chuunin. Performing a melodramatic bow, as if a performer, they then waved at Shieo. “It’s been real, Shieo Whatever-Your-Last-Name-Is. Truly.” It smiled. “Bye.” The Youkai then faded away, leaving the man alone in his endeavor. Where did they go? Spoiler – it wouldn’t be the last the wanderer saw of the devilish being.

Screech.

Echoing the clamorous sound that he heard previously, Shieo would capture the noise of some type of beast not too far off in the direction that he was headed. It definitely sounded inhuman, as its voice reverberated through the cavern and even caused the crystalline structures to shake. If Shieo continued to near the source of that horrid sound, it’d only increase in volume. Its violent tone, if anything, began to mirror that of a fabled creature. The closer he got, the more apparent it would become (if Shieo so chose). The pathway toward the apparent beast was full of odd twists and turns, but the cavern continued expanding to a much larger portrait than what it was. Finally, if Shieo decided to continue this far, he would soon witness gusts of winds escape a large chamber hidden by an angled pathway. It was the huffing a giant.

If Shieo so dared to enter the chamber, whether by sneaking, openly, or in whichever way, the beast would look mighty familiar. With large wings and a muscled, terrifying frame, was perched a mighty familiar entity.

The creature was identical to Bahamut.</FONTFACE>

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It differed only in the way that it appeared more of Bahamut’s shadow than Bahamut himself, but it was just as monstrous. Depending on how Shieo chose to proceed (or not), too, would be the beast’s own reaction. What will Shieo do?

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

As I continued to endlessly walk down the stone cavernous system, the crystals gleaming in my peripherals... And the obnoxious specter that felt obligated to hover and announce its presence on occasion, had finally fell silent. When she decided to speak finally, I turned my attention idly to their being; dour-eyes watching carefully as to keep a careful focus on how and perhaps where it decided to vanish to. Boring hm? If it were that simple I would have deigned to just do that. Lends credence that I didn't need her to be around to leave though. returning my attention down the path I had been trudging for quite some time.

As I went to take another step, the clack of my foot was met with an infernal screech further down. It had been going on for awhile; but it was growing closer as my journey pressed forth. As I heard the crystals shiver from it's force of sound, I looked up with wariness of any falling hazards that could collapse on me. Given this new discovery, I kept it in mind to tread with care to avoid any falling debris.

Taking it upon myself to press forth, since the cavern thus far has been almost exclusively one way- Which, admittedly; I found on a number of occasions, but my choices weren't much better to begin with- Go forward, or backtrack. Going back didn't seem too wise an option. Thus each clack of my foot was set to proceed towards the dangerous sound, the closer it drew; the more familiar the sound, while Bahamut I figured was exclusive to me; given the nature of Personas- I never dismissed the potential of others like him, even if the world was convinced they were extinct, or had never existed to begin with. I held reserved faith in the past they did; otherwise their appearances, figures and stories would have never surfaced in the way they did... Right? But I digress.

My attention was set with rigid alacrity, I needed to keep vigilant despite the fatigued toll it carried on my persons and mind. My designed path was a winding path that was mostly foreign to the rest of the cavernous landscape I've been trekking all this time. It was abnormal in the sense, of not only physicality; but that it acted as if it were directing me towards something intended for me. This only made me for uncomfortable, the thought of such was a bit nerving.

Upon my arrival to what appeared and sounded to be an entryway to this inevitable confrontation lie ahead, I'd wager twenty-feet or so. Visible gusts of wind, and what I could only presume was a stench of breath coursed through the opening; I figured if I drew any closer I'd be sucked in like a vacuum. Well... My options are limited, and whatever lies in the next room clearly has a size advantage, but if anything; it doesn't know I'm here yet... Just need to prepare for a passive situation, or hostile. Easy enough... Right? Reminding myself not to psych myself out.
I looked to my left palm that wreathed with invisible warmth, the mark never faded and it just sort of existed for me. A reminder and mark of my bond to Bahamut, both touching; and concerning that someone like myself had such a broken personality. At least it's been improving, I think. So I took a moment to inhale deeply, the mark felt my will and coursed with energy but lay quiet in its manifestations. With a hidden preparation of sliding my now depleting capsules into my mouth, I was ready for a fight. -- Whether one happened, depended on what I encountered.

So I stepped forwards a few more feet. And the next inhale of the giant within' started dragging me through the opening. Up until I was fully entered into what I could only describe as a monolithic arena that rivaled Kumogakure's own magnificent size and appearance. Except this place was all natural- or at least, one would readily assume. I had to have braced myself for the unwilling movement, but I retained my ground and stance upon entering.

From behind, I heard an echoing crash of stone to stone. Looking over my shoulder, I witnessed the entryway collapse in on itself. Well, I must admit; clever. I guess they noticed I can maneuver to where my sight is if necessary.

Admittedly, one might assume I was trying to ignore the elephant in the room. Or in this case, a shadow wreathed dragon. I wasn't, in-fact I was trying to process it all while I was processing the area. To me, knowing your opponent is necessary. But if you can't grasp your environment, you're destined to fail a confrontation.
Once I felt comfortable in my knowledge of the area. I looked to the beast, whom I wagered was looking right at me too. So I stepped forwards a few feet, the clack of my footwear against stone. And my disheveled appearance of survival gear, make-shift armor and greasy hair only becoming clearer to the beast. My left hand lay dangling carefully to my side, at the ready; and my right on my hip- it didn't look prepared for hostilities, but it was close enough to my tool bag that I could act quickly.

If the need arises Shieo, I am here. Call upon me, and we will complete the bond. I felt a shiver down my spine as the voice whom I hadn't heard in sometime finally broke the silence. As I stare at the beads of the dragon before me, it's eyes were massive; and it's form daunting to even the most hardened warriors- In-which, I'm not. It left me on edge.

"... I s'pose it would be a bit bold of me to simply ask to let me pass by?"

[WC 978]
[MFT]

 

[Suika]

On its perch, the mighty dragon wreathed in fiery shadows stared intensely at the approaching figure. With cold, dark, and calculating eyes, the being remained unmoved as the seemingly bold man confronted the faux-Bahamut and asked for a peaceful passing. Taking a few huffs as clouds of ashen smoke puffed from its gigantic nostrils, the creature responded to the man. Just as Shieo heard Bahamut’s voice in his head, so would he from this dragon. Its menacing speech was telepathic.

“Bold, indeed. But I shall grant you a passing, mortal…” Although he’d appear a grand beast in the eyes of Shieo, he would see what looked like a smirk curving from the dragon’s expression. Its teeth were several feet, and it looked as if they could pierce or chomp down any being. “Your soul will find no rest. Together we will be; forever you will lurk. Who are you?” Before the man could reply, the creature interjected hastily. “No one. You are nothing, but I am you. Be prepared to die, mortal.”

​

Flapping its massive, scaly wings, slashes of wind flew violently toward Shieo. If the man was able to avoid, the pressure from the gust itself would shatter the nearby diamonds near him. The beast then screeched out a lizard-like call that blasted through the cavern and shook it. Its tone shared it bloodlust – its goal was clear. Closing its razor jaw, seeping flames of black began to escape from the cracks of its mouth. With an expanded diaphragm, the dragon spewed out fire that covered a fifty-by-fifty radius. Shadow Bahamut, with all its wrath, was not holding back. From afar and if the wanderer was able to spare a free eye, he would see the Suika figure sitting on top of a towered crystal. Their expression, as usual, was smug. They waved their legs and placed their hands behind their back. Were they watching in entertainment?

Oblivion’s beast, not wasting a second, dashed down and swung its massive claws at Shieo. Due to its size, its strikes were slow, but it boasted a unique ability. Shieo would soon feel or notice a strike that extended beyond its initial reach. A phantom slash, one that felt illusionary, would escape from its devastating attack. Even the smallest contact was able to destroy anything in its path. How will the Chuunin respond?

If Shieo were to attack the beast physically, he would notice that every ounce of physical contact felt draining, as if the beast was absorbing any chakra he attempted to hold dormant. If he used a genjutsu, the beast would brush it off. Ninjutsu would feel more effective, but the beast was simply powerful. Its manifestation felt surreal… almost godly. This creature, seemingly overpowered, was here to devour what was theirs. Shieo would soon be its snack. “Embrace me, mortal. Your efforts are futile… your soul is me.” Did it mean ‘mine’? It didn’t.

 

[Shieo]

Re: [Contract Search] Sojourn - Cold Depths

It took only mere moments before I had grown an irritable perspective on this formation; the thing that took shape of the entity that dwell in my mind and spirit. After-all, as soon as it spoke something about the words it chose made me bite my teeth down and stare in equal defiance back at the scaled behemoth. But why? Mortal. I reiterated the word in my mind, hands clenched down ever so slightly; as I reached back to my pouch with my left hand and grabbed a hold of a small blue pill. Effortlessly placing it in my mouth and biting down- preemptively. Right... Mortal; something we both are Bahamut, I wonder what this thing thinks it is... Everything is finite. Truth be told, after the giant marred beast had the nerve to deign me before it; it's words even if in my mind, were outweighed by a growing indignation in my mind. Bahamut. My mind reached into the lurking depths of my own consciousness, seeking the being that was me; but not.

I am here, ready to seize and subdue the lies that stand before us. Allow our defiant flames cleanse this filth.

My head looked up to the shadowed dragon as it reared it's wings, with the bellowing roar of wind that started to conjure up from the shadowed beast. Prepare to die? It's not aware that I walk this world always ready-- for the potential of death... Upon narrowing my eyes a burning glow erupted from my both my iris' the usual black hue, seared in a fiery orange- with a flash of energy of both my life-force and chakra instilled from the chakra reserves and the pill I took. My pupils narrowed to slits and took on the appearance of a draconic state. A state of hyper alacrity took hold of my mind and body, I felt something unusual seizing--? No... Merging control with me.

"Ready Bahamut?" A strange sensation rolled down my spine, as if he was communicating with me; from the state of my body and form. We both saw the wind come in the form of an avalanche towards us, destroying the landscape in the process. It was then that I felt the final stage take form, I looked down to my feet and hands. From what I could it, a form unlike mine own started to burn along my body; fusing my flesh, bone and state in with what would best be described as the same as Bahamut's-- We were becoming one, a being of both man and dragon. It brought a smile to my face; and I felt an eagerness from my comrade.

We looked up, and met the coming wind. I felt an insatiable heat boil from the ground below me, as a wall of scorching fire, that matched lava in it's heat, and liquid in it's form... Shakuton? But I haven't done anything yet... Despite my surprise, the torrent of Scorch jutsu came in crashing clash with the wind-scars and swatted their efforts to the sides of our form. Destroying nearby rock, gem and crystal. In the silence met by Bahamut, I came to realize what it was.

I see. We are no longer just fighting along side one another-- We fight as one. Truly... Intriguing. As the dust, fire and smoke settled. I looked up at the dragon that wore the skin that it did not own.

I raised a hand towards it. "So be it... Prepare yourself, as we're both mortal. And you'll soon find out." The form that Bahamut and I manifested then took into sight for both beast and onlooker alike. It wasn't much after that, that a destructive swathe of fire scorched through the area I stood. So I leaped skywards, I knew the wings weren't suitable for flight; but they could at the minimum get me out of harms way without expending excess chakra. I figure Bahamut had the same mind.

As the blasting fires were evaded, if only narrowly. We looked up to the impending combatant that we faced; whom had readily swung down a monolithic claw towards us; we weren't in a position to easily cast a jutsu; however Bahamut as the co-pilot was quick to send a wing swathed in his chakra of fire and illusion, to crash in contest with the claw.
Thankfully, for the most part. We noticed that we were able to mostly stop the impending slash; unfortunately. It did manage to cleave through a portion of the wind, and scored down the side of the right of my face. I was in no position to notice the lingering agony, or the fiery blood that soaked down the side of our face. Bahamut and I both knew, even if this beast operated illusionary. It would injure me mentally, and Bahamut physically; we likely are about to share scars equally from this battle. . . But. If it operates the same as Bahamut... Yes.

In effort to gain some distance, we careened down towards the ground, with a wounded wing and face. We both looked up; I felt Bahamut smirking, I couldn't help but match his excitement. "Let's light this place up!" Just as their dual-toned voice licked the air in ferocity, a set of molten glowing chains launched out of Shieo's spine and impaled the ground-- Bracing?

Moments later, his draconic jaw unhinged- Perhaps a motion of Bahamut's familiarity. And came a horrific glow of energy, orange and white in nature; it burned with so much heat that the stone beneath them had started to sop as it slowly melted. The orb grew at an unrealistic rate; and angled towards the Shadow-Bahamut. "Shakuton! AMPLIFIER!" In that brief moment, a ear shattering screech hissed out of the energy and in one blinding moment the beam of fiery energy shot with destructive intent towards the Dragon's mid-section, the easiest and largest place to hit.

All that was left, was to see what was left when the dust settled.

[WC 998]

 

[Suika]

​

The grand battle that none would hear had now commenced. Pure chakra, like fireworks, exploded across the crystal cavern as the Bahamut impersonator spewed its fiery darkness. The beast, in all its power, was assured of its victory. After all, man after man had attempted to escape this damned prison grounds. The construct of energy was unmatched; it all ended the same. Shieo would share the same fateful finale – the beast was sure of it.

But, in a dramatic and unexpected turn of events, the man’s eyes glowed brighter than a blazing fire as he transformed himself into a type of draconic state. This infuriated the creature even further. “Imposter!” hissed the fake itself. All the shadow dragon’s attacks were either met or evaded by the Bahamut-merged shinobi. Its phantom claw met the wanderer, which pleased the creature, but that moment of bliss was interrupted by an immense and hot chakra sensation that simmered throughout the air. From afar, the Suika-doppleganger’s expression fell into one of discomfort as beads of sweat fell continuously from their brow. Crystals, gems, and all nearby structures began to melt due to the Cloud shinobi’s gathering of scorch energy. Something big was coming.

Anticipating a devastating assault, the shadow dragon propelled itself back with a tremendous flap of its wings, gathered energy into its diaphragm, and shot out a more concentrated, corrupt beam of fire. This was met by the man’s own supermove: Shakuton, Amplifier. For a moment, the clash of searing chakra transformed the cavern into a living oven. Most beings would not survive the raging temperature, but the creatures in this landmark were unlike the mundane. The colossal beast, confident of its power, continued to huff out a steady stream of its empowered inferno. That was, until, Shieo’s jutsu began to pierce through. Standing from the edge of their seat, the doppleganger from afar raised their brow and posture in anticipation. What would the result of the man’s finisher be?!

As the blast hit its intended mark, a bright light, followed by large clouds of smoke, filled the area. After the thunderous bang of the strike, the whole cavern stood still. Time froze as sound itself grew mute. Eventually, the dust and debris settled. What was left, to Shieo’s victory, was a once terrifying creature now with a giant, gaping hole in its chest. With that, it jaws was agape as its eyes of oblivion was now a lifeless shade of white. Collapsing down toward the man, its towering frame would disperse into chakra particles before hitting the ground. These specs of corrupt energy, cleansed through a true dragon’s flame, scattered subtly throughout the now demolished chamber. Although the environment was mostly destroyed by the clash of massive energies, it appeared even more serene and inviting than it did before. What was left of the crystals glowed somberly. The chakra-draining heaviness in the atmosphere was no more.

“I ask you one final time…” *end music*

A shadowy, formless figure, seemingly familiar in tone and presence, uttered one last query. “Who are you?” The doppleganger, knelt before the draconic wanderer, had finally revealed themselves.