OC: Workshifts... here.
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Shouki</COLOR><COLOR color="red">
Cabal Member
In this most depressing and dangerous place in Sunagakure, in the base of a broken rabu hoteru a battle for survival and dignity raged. Shouki, a madman lusting for one thing more than carnal flesh - the ability to feel the glory of pain. The ability to feel something worthwhile. It was strange how pain was necessary for some to make them feel that they were alive, like adrenaline for others to remind them of their mortality. He had forfeited his ephemerality some time ago, knowing the one true Lord Jashin and his 'gifts.'
"Strike now."
The Kazekage's ordered. Here he stood wrapped in earth that held him tight. It was warm and secure, how it gripped and held him. He could not move, he could not flee. "Yes, strike now," Shouki taunted from his earthen prison. He let out a low guffaw as the same bitch that bound him sand the world's most depressing melody. He struggled against the earth, attempting to break free.
"Vengeance. Will. Be. Mine."
Gamabunta boomed in a deep rumbling voice. The toad's eyes burned into Shouki, there was something about the massive toad's gaze. The desert coffin started to tighten around Shouki. His arms pressed hard against the sides of the walls of the restrictive bind. A pleased expression crept across Shouki's face as he felt his arm snap under the terrible force. There was no pain. The shit-faced grin he wore started to face with this revelation. It did not hurt. It did not feel like anything.
The hottest one among them, the sand witch was a ninjutsuist. Something that he already knew. A series of earthen globules are flung at him, some striking him and some missing. "Cute, you thinks you can fight." None of them even gave him a twinge. His brow furrowed lightly. Free to move, Shouki stretched out his arms. He was a nimble lad, as he clasped both hands behind his back and stretched. Gamabunta hurled an orb of water at Shouki; the fluid projectile sailed past him. "Tch." Shouki announced as he skidded across the room, allowing the massive globe of water to splash against the wall leaving a large crack in its wake. "Frog-Leg Soup tastes as bad as it sounds... do not tempt me Gamey." Shouki warned as he leaned to the side to finish his stretch.
”What I didn’t do is what I’m going to do shortly, you pathetic pawn. I’m going to show you how powerless you really are.”
The stranger declared. "Just do SOMETHING," Shouki complained. His blood-spattered fingers tasted the blood of his final target - the real Harupia and he was now marking the earth with the most sacred of seals. "No need to be jealous darling, there is plenty of Shouki to share. I'll have something left for you," the disgusting anarchist offered as he flicked his ungodly long tongue in the air. "You can have the next dance," Shouki offered with a smirk. One of these guys has to be able to and a blow worth two shits. ONE OF THEM AT LEAST.
The men and women gathered continued to assault him with various attacks. Something was wrong. Terribly so. Shouki bared his pointed teeth as a tree sprouted from the earth and he branches wrapped around his arms and legs. These large branches held him in place, his arms outstretched once again. They continued to assault him, each of them with his body held in place enjoyed watching their attacks land but not a single oneof them was worth a shit. He did not feel a thing. "Stop fucking blue-balling me and GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD!" Shouki bellowed, his face almost as red as his hair and his jugular veins distended.
The ceaseless barrage persisted and still nothing. Shouki let out a hiss through his gritted teeth. "Nothing..."
IC:
Shouki</COLOR><COLOR color="red">
Cabal Member
In this most depressing and dangerous place in Sunagakure, in the base of a broken rabu hoteru a battle for survival and dignity raged. Shouki, a madman lusting for one thing more than carnal flesh - the ability to feel the glory of pain. The ability to feel something worthwhile. It was strange how pain was necessary for some to make them feel that they were alive, like adrenaline for others to remind them of their mortality. He had forfeited his ephemerality some time ago, knowing the one true Lord Jashin and his 'gifts.'
"Strike now."
The Kazekage's ordered. Here he stood wrapped in earth that held him tight. It was warm and secure, how it gripped and held him. He could not move, he could not flee. "Yes, strike now," Shouki taunted from his earthen prison. He let out a low guffaw as the same bitch that bound him sand the world's most depressing melody. He struggled against the earth, attempting to break free.
"Vengeance. Will. Be. Mine."
Gamabunta boomed in a deep rumbling voice. The toad's eyes burned into Shouki, there was something about the massive toad's gaze. The desert coffin started to tighten around Shouki. His arms pressed hard against the sides of the walls of the restrictive bind. A pleased expression crept across Shouki's face as he felt his arm snap under the terrible force. There was no pain. The shit-faced grin he wore started to face with this revelation. It did not hurt. It did not feel like anything.
The hottest one among them, the sand witch was a ninjutsuist. Something that he already knew. A series of earthen globules are flung at him, some striking him and some missing. "Cute, you thinks you can fight." None of them even gave him a twinge. His brow furrowed lightly. Free to move, Shouki stretched out his arms. He was a nimble lad, as he clasped both hands behind his back and stretched. Gamabunta hurled an orb of water at Shouki; the fluid projectile sailed past him. "Tch." Shouki announced as he skidded across the room, allowing the massive globe of water to splash against the wall leaving a large crack in its wake. "Frog-Leg Soup tastes as bad as it sounds... do not tempt me Gamey." Shouki warned as he leaned to the side to finish his stretch.
”What I didn’t do is what I’m going to do shortly, you pathetic pawn. I’m going to show you how powerless you really are.”
The stranger declared. "Just do SOMETHING," Shouki complained. His blood-spattered fingers tasted the blood of his final target - the real Harupia and he was now marking the earth with the most sacred of seals. "No need to be jealous darling, there is plenty of Shouki to share. I'll have something left for you," the disgusting anarchist offered as he flicked his ungodly long tongue in the air. "You can have the next dance," Shouki offered with a smirk. One of these guys has to be able to and a blow worth two shits. ONE OF THEM AT LEAST.
The men and women gathered continued to assault him with various attacks. Something was wrong. Terribly so. Shouki bared his pointed teeth as a tree sprouted from the earth and he branches wrapped around his arms and legs. These large branches held him in place, his arms outstretched once again. They continued to assault him, each of them with his body held in place enjoyed watching their attacks land but not a single oneof them was worth a shit. He did not feel a thing. "Stop fucking blue-balling me and GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD!" Shouki bellowed, his face almost as red as his hair and his jugular veins distended.
The ceaseless barrage persisted and still nothing. Shouki let out a hiss through his gritted teeth. "Nothing..."