OC: There will be a rescue mission shortly for this. Usual max of 4 players. This torture thread is being done with the consent of the participants, so please do not do this without the expressed permission of your victims OC'ly.
IC:
The seedy underbelly of Sunagakure had a name: The Black Bazaar. A place that even the worst of degenerate would reconsider traversing. It was here that the lawless holed themselves up and Sunagakure turned a blind-eye to their antics. The Black Bazaar was Sunagakure's dirty little secret. A place where human parts could be sold... for a price. Where lives were nothing more than a commodity. The taboo was not necessarily commonplace, but it was accepted here. Souls trapped within blades, ancient curses where power came at a terrible price, even a shrine dedicated to Jashin. There was no sign announcing such things that were beyond the pale, but most people had a sense for dark and unnatural things. The heart would hasten and the pit of one's stomach would grow sour. It was here that one's better sense would tell them to run, to hide. It would be the sensible thing to do. To leave and to never return, but some of the residents here do not have such a luxury.
Three hours ago a behemoth of a man, standing close to seven feet in height entered the Black Bazaar, an unconscious person over each shoulder. It was the sort of thing that a hero would stop, but the Black Bazaar was devoid of such figures. There was the occasional vigilante weekend warrior, but their time was often fleeting before they did something stupid and got themselves killed. People were foolish in that way, thinking that they alone could change the world. Heroes are rarely remembered because few succeed and even fewer live long enough to tell the tale.
Shouki
"I would like a room. Something with a view!"</B><i></i> Shouki announced as he entered a particularly squalid motel that requested payment by the hour. His voice made it seem like he was staying at a three star hotel for a vacation rather than the quarter-star locale he had chosen. Over each of his shoulders was a body, the same two he had made no effort to conceal as he made his way to the Black Bazaar. He nodded and even gave a polite wave as some passerby's gawked and moved to the other side of the street. Some even muttered a call notifying the ANBU of the scene they saw. Grossly understaffed and reeling still from the devastation of the Cabal's initial attack it was no surprise that nobody came but it was disappointing to Shouki all the same. The calls and the odd looks of course stopped once he entered the Black Bazaar, there were flashes of recognition, even some of approval. Not everyone in Sunagakure supported the present government and there were even some anarchist supporters still within the village borders.
Perhaps that was why Shouki chose the hotel he did in particular. The gesticulation of a vagrant directed him in the direction of a shabby building made of brick and mortar. The windows were barred and the glass in several was broken. The sign was broken, left to hang on an angle and it read Expectations in faded brown letters. Inside there was a man counting out a roll of bills, sliding several under a grate and across a table to the man on the otherwise. <B>"Three hours it is," the assumed manager stated as he added "no refunds." It was then that the beady eyes of the shop owner rested on Shouki, his face did not betray his thoughts if he had any on the matter as he shook his head. "No soundproofing up there, you will have to take the basement," he stated matter of factually. "Are those shinobis?"
Shouki nodded in affirmation. He was pretty sure that they were shinobis, they did shinobi things. They did not do shinobi things well, but what shinobi did these days.
"Then no charge," he added as he slid a rusty key-ring under the grate to Shouki. "Have fun..." he smiled.
"Anyone here who can take my bags, maybe give me room service or turn down service?" Shouki quipped.
The manager frowned, "only a key-giving service. And dispose of the bodies after you are done."
Shouki let out a dramatic sigh, the kind you see when you realized that the restaurant is making you use the wrong year wine and it was off by a whole two years. "Very well then," Shouki replied with a hint of sarcasm but a creepier smile as he knotted the key-ring in Shiori's hair for safe-keeping while he lugged them to the basement. The door itself was a steel-reinforced monstrosity that opened hesitantly when he twisted his key in the keyhole, Shiori loosing a lock of hair in the process. The door opened inward, he pushed through with his forefoot and descended the staircase.
There was little in the room, a metal table and a few chairs. He dropped the pair on the ground. The space was depressing, even to someone such as Shouki. The white walls were almost grey from grime, the table and chairs were overturned, the legs and arms warped but not broken. Signs of wear could be seen where metal ground against metal for what seemed like a protracted period of time. He lifted the man off the ground first, he seemed to be the more capable of the two to put up a fight. Spools of ninja wire were wrapped around his wrists, binding him to the metal chair. The chair was no bolted to the floor and it rocked with each passing turn. A second pair around Isaki's legs united his legs to the chair. It was tight enough to bite into his skin, but not enough to break the flesh. His handiwork was crude, remedial at best but he made due with what he had found in the woman's pockets and what was left in the room from the former resident, a probable dart player considering the dart board and the rusted aged darts left on the floor.
The woman was lifted and placed into the second chair, her hands tied behind her back on the other side of the high chair. She was the least of his risks and more an interest considering the fact that she did not fit in a world of shinobis at the least. Her legs simply tied together, she was rather short and her toes did not touch the ground. Both were beaten to the brink of death, it was going to be awhile before either awoke. Thankfully they would have each other to keep company. He turned out the lights and ascended the stairs. "Behave kids, I will play with you both shortly."
IC:
The seedy underbelly of Sunagakure had a name: The Black Bazaar. A place that even the worst of degenerate would reconsider traversing. It was here that the lawless holed themselves up and Sunagakure turned a blind-eye to their antics. The Black Bazaar was Sunagakure's dirty little secret. A place where human parts could be sold... for a price. Where lives were nothing more than a commodity. The taboo was not necessarily commonplace, but it was accepted here. Souls trapped within blades, ancient curses where power came at a terrible price, even a shrine dedicated to Jashin. There was no sign announcing such things that were beyond the pale, but most people had a sense for dark and unnatural things. The heart would hasten and the pit of one's stomach would grow sour. It was here that one's better sense would tell them to run, to hide. It would be the sensible thing to do. To leave and to never return, but some of the residents here do not have such a luxury.
Three hours ago a behemoth of a man, standing close to seven feet in height entered the Black Bazaar, an unconscious person over each shoulder. It was the sort of thing that a hero would stop, but the Black Bazaar was devoid of such figures. There was the occasional vigilante weekend warrior, but their time was often fleeting before they did something stupid and got themselves killed. People were foolish in that way, thinking that they alone could change the world. Heroes are rarely remembered because few succeed and even fewer live long enough to tell the tale.
Shouki
"I would like a room. Something with a view!"</B><i></i> Shouki announced as he entered a particularly squalid motel that requested payment by the hour. His voice made it seem like he was staying at a three star hotel for a vacation rather than the quarter-star locale he had chosen. Over each of his shoulders was a body, the same two he had made no effort to conceal as he made his way to the Black Bazaar. He nodded and even gave a polite wave as some passerby's gawked and moved to the other side of the street. Some even muttered a call notifying the ANBU of the scene they saw. Grossly understaffed and reeling still from the devastation of the Cabal's initial attack it was no surprise that nobody came but it was disappointing to Shouki all the same. The calls and the odd looks of course stopped once he entered the Black Bazaar, there were flashes of recognition, even some of approval. Not everyone in Sunagakure supported the present government and there were even some anarchist supporters still within the village borders.
Perhaps that was why Shouki chose the hotel he did in particular. The gesticulation of a vagrant directed him in the direction of a shabby building made of brick and mortar. The windows were barred and the glass in several was broken. The sign was broken, left to hang on an angle and it read Expectations in faded brown letters. Inside there was a man counting out a roll of bills, sliding several under a grate and across a table to the man on the otherwise. <B>"Three hours it is," the assumed manager stated as he added "no refunds." It was then that the beady eyes of the shop owner rested on Shouki, his face did not betray his thoughts if he had any on the matter as he shook his head. "No soundproofing up there, you will have to take the basement," he stated matter of factually. "Are those shinobis?"
Shouki nodded in affirmation. He was pretty sure that they were shinobis, they did shinobi things. They did not do shinobi things well, but what shinobi did these days.
"Then no charge," he added as he slid a rusty key-ring under the grate to Shouki. "Have fun..." he smiled.
"Anyone here who can take my bags, maybe give me room service or turn down service?" Shouki quipped.
The manager frowned, "only a key-giving service. And dispose of the bodies after you are done."
Shouki let out a dramatic sigh, the kind you see when you realized that the restaurant is making you use the wrong year wine and it was off by a whole two years. "Very well then," Shouki replied with a hint of sarcasm but a creepier smile as he knotted the key-ring in Shiori's hair for safe-keeping while he lugged them to the basement. The door itself was a steel-reinforced monstrosity that opened hesitantly when he twisted his key in the keyhole, Shiori loosing a lock of hair in the process. The door opened inward, he pushed through with his forefoot and descended the staircase.
There was little in the room, a metal table and a few chairs. He dropped the pair on the ground. The space was depressing, even to someone such as Shouki. The white walls were almost grey from grime, the table and chairs were overturned, the legs and arms warped but not broken. Signs of wear could be seen where metal ground against metal for what seemed like a protracted period of time. He lifted the man off the ground first, he seemed to be the more capable of the two to put up a fight. Spools of ninja wire were wrapped around his wrists, binding him to the metal chair. The chair was no bolted to the floor and it rocked with each passing turn. A second pair around Isaki's legs united his legs to the chair. It was tight enough to bite into his skin, but not enough to break the flesh. His handiwork was crude, remedial at best but he made due with what he had found in the woman's pockets and what was left in the room from the former resident, a probable dart player considering the dart board and the rusted aged darts left on the floor.
The woman was lifted and placed into the second chair, her hands tied behind her back on the other side of the high chair. She was the least of his risks and more an interest considering the fact that she did not fit in a world of shinobis at the least. Her legs simply tied together, she was rather short and her toes did not touch the ground. Both were beaten to the brink of death, it was going to be awhile before either awoke. Thankfully they would have each other to keep company. He turned out the lights and ascended the stairs. "Behave kids, I will play with you both shortly."