Just Desserts are Bitter Sweet [Anarchy! Mini-event]

[Sand Council]

Time Stamp: Day 2 - 0600<i></i>​

Tucked away in the Sietch Zensunna is a small establishment run by a mountain of a man. This giant has the stature to go toe-to-toe with ancients and demons, but decided to pursue his truest of passions: Baking. Olgav, or more affectionately known as "Ollie" by his regular customers, has been in Wind Country for well over two decades and has brought a sweeter side to life for the more harsh environment in which the villagers live. Cream-filled confections, sugar-dusted cakes, and numerous other marvelous treats had made him famous and he has since been asked to make numerous high-profile items; including the Toraono Kuro's Wedding Cake and Takahashi Sousuke's Birthday Cake.

Olgav​

The normally pastel-colored storefront decorated with curving, elongated font had its window shattered early on in the Anarchy. There was a faint smell of baked goods, but the scents of combat lingered stronger. The door was still on its hinges, and canvas banner that hung above the door was still holding together and clearly read "Senti-Mints" and scrawled right next to it in paint were the words "Still open!". Once inside there was a folksy music that drifted out from the back of the store that rang true to the foreign man behind the counter in his white double-breasted chef's jacket. Some tables were ruined, but the ones that were intact remained cleaned and set for people to sit down at.

A giant of a baker stood at the back, working as he always did. Outside his store were signs of bloody combat, but it had been all cleaned away to make sure people still felt welcomed into the store.

Gathering outside, strung throughout the neighborhood and on the adjoining rooftops were criminals, thugs, prisoners, shinobi and non-shinobi alike who all disliked this warm, overly-sweet sign of hope in their new paradise. They had attempted to shut him down before, but had failed miserably. This time they had come in force and there was no way of knowing if the lone man known as Olgav, a baker, not a warrior at heart, could hold out this onslaught.

Whispers would travel throughout the village of this man and his desire to keep a piece of innocence alive. Hopefully some would hear and come to his aid because without it, there was no knowing how much longer he would survive.
[OOC: All are welcome to join.

Olgav has always looked to help the people of Sunagakure. While he may not be from the village, he considers it his new home and has sought to maintain any civility he could. His actions have thoroughly upset the Anarchists and they aim to snuff him out once and for all. There are well over fifty enemies gathered and they aim to overwhelm him. If Olgav can be saved, he is an invaluable resource to the gathering Sunan Shinobi effort and can help give a much needed advantage through his intelligence network.

If saved, Olgav's Bakery will become a Headquarters for all Sunan Shinobi to go to to use as a base of operations, rest, and take missions to start gathering resources (Or taking them away) from the Anarchists and The Cabal.

If slain, all of these bonuses are lost!

First Round will be dedicated to entering into the topic via the rumors of Olgav's defense and will provide everyone a chance to set themselves into a spot they wish to advance from. This is a delicate act! Start killing everyone on-sight and they may just rush the poor baker! If time lapses too far along, he may just die anyway! Be clever! Be creative! Save Olgav.

This is purely RP-orientated, and I will be modding Success/Failure of everyone's actions at the end of a posting round. Feel free to pick off stragglers (Ninja or not). The better a post, the more leverage it will give a person!]

 

[Michi]

Bewildering...

Despite the cramped unsanitary conditions of the ward-like room she shared with several others, the hospital seemed like a place of security for the former patient. She was recently discharged from the Omni Prime Medical Center the day before, amiss a mass casualty event from what she could gather. Truly she was apathetic to the idea that some nut-jobs were let loose, there always was a fine line between brilliance and insanity. Besides, she was disoriented still. This imbalance was not from pharmacological aid or inebriation but rather the deficiencies that remained from her previous injuries. Most of the cuts and wounds she had acquired during her amorous encounter had entirely healed over and the scabs had fallen away, but some were wrought with infection and they left pock-like scars in their wake. Her long, dark hair was twisted back from her face and held to the base of her head with a clip in an ornate manner that defied her symptoms of continued illness. Emaciated from her long-term hospitalization, the usually fitted bandage dress hung off her skeletal frame. The ascites in her abdomen had subsided several days earlier but her ammonia levels remained elevated, a consequence being a sense of befuddlement as well as exhaustion.

She certainly was disoriented because her destination was Sousuke's rumored favorite bakery despite the events that were presently unhinging this subterranean community. She had not come here to liberate the world from confectionery scoundrels like Ollie nor had she come here to defend Sunagakure's baked goods, she had come to pick up a dozen vanilla cupcakes to share with her cousin. She was not sure of when she had last seen Sousuke, she was sure that he visited her every day and that she just could not remember his visits. Of course Sousuke probably saw her at some point during her stay, but the affections she had for the Kazekage were one-sided so there would be no bedside vigil for her. She was unaware of his present location or his overall absence, that would likely be a revelation for later today.

The signs of disarray were barely noticed, the baker was apparently a fine custodian. Any graffitti'd sign of unwelcome would be entirely unseen, Shiori was both blind and illiterate. Shiori could hear a great deal more than she allowed herself to comprehend. The sounds of the street were full of rumors, mutterings and plans, her ears were an underutilized asset and she depended more on her nose than her ears to realize that something is wrong. She sniffed the air as she approached the bakery, where is the very vanilla bean cupcake smell? She would have to live with coco chocolate indulgence cupcakes. This would be the tragedy of the century -- Yes, Sunan problems, much worse than first world problems. She sniffed the air again, there was no coco in the air either. This was a horrible turn of events. What kind of bakery has neither vanilla OR chocolate.

This was distressing: Was Senti-Mints closed? She frowned at the possible revelation. She knew her way around Sunagakure fairly well, obstacles and every day barriers such as foot traffic were never a problem, she could hear them just fine. What she could not do was see the paint on windows and signs; every storefront was the same to her. She learned of the varied businesses she enjoyed on outings with others. Ollie's confectionery delights became well-known after the Toranono cake made the bakery famous. She did not know any other bakeries. There were people milling about, some were even rather loud - they made her head hurt with the obstreperous sounds they made. Selective Auditory Attention was a common defense mechanism for the Hashigaki, she really did not care about gossip and she even made a concentrated effort to limit her sonar to her immediate area. On occasion she had the displeasure of hearing/viewing a tryst that for most -would- have been out of the line of sight. Traumatizing.

"Er... is the bakery still open?" She called out and listened [selective hearing down] for a response.

Notes:
[1] Physically she is considered weak, IC she was just discharged from the hospital.
[2] She has the signs and symptoms of hepatic dysfunction, in short she is jaundiced, has elevated levels of something [ammonia] in her blood that causes confusion [hers is mild but it could become rather severe in cases] and lethargy [again in her case mild].
[3] She is a Hashigaki, to prevent metgaming I am using "selective hearing" and her confusion as an excuse for not knowing what is going on. While her use of selective hearing will not always be the case, I did not want to god-mod information she "heard" and ruin everyone's [including mine] fun. I "turned off" her selective hearing at the end of the post.

 

[Raizo]

"Hey boys! Looking for a little.... stress... relief?"

The female, wearing a loose fitting top and sporting 'bed head', hung out of the window trying to make contact with two men passing by her residence. The two men appeared to be a couple of the newly release prisoners. They appeared to be part of a larger group that was making their way towards the same location. These two men, however, seemed to be more inclined to take this little detour.

With devilish grins upon their faces, the two men entered the domicile. Upon entering they would see the female off in the distances, wearing nothing but the loose fitting top they could see from earlier. Their carnal desires were very apparent, their intentions were well known; this woman was going to serve them. At least that was the original plan.

After the last of the two men entered the room a fist would emerge from the shadow and slam into the jaw of the unsuspecting criminal. The force would be enough to knock the individual out of consciousness, and almost rip the lower portion of the man's jaw from his face. The sound of the body dropping would get the intention of the first man who would turn around in a stupor. He, much to his dismay, would be greeted with the masked, feline face of The Kasha.

"Hello!"

And within that brief moment the katana of Kasha's would go straight through the right knee cap of the criminal and embed itself into the floor. Before the man could let out a shriek of agony, Kasha would send another well placed punch flying forward. This time his first would collide with the exposed throat of the criminal as he was preparing to let loose his cry. The force would not be nearly as destructive as the one his partner received but would be enough to silence the man and render him from making loud noises for the near future. Kasha would look at the now kneeling, pinned man in front of him, the collapsed man behind him and the now terrified woman in front him.

"Ma'am... thank you for playing this part for me."

Without a reaction, she took off up into the higher portion of the house. on the ground, the knocked out criminal began to stir.

"Good evening. Where were you two heading?"

The man grumbled as she shook his head trying to regain his composure. Once he returned to focus he would noticed the masked man and his friend with a sword sticking through his leg, grasping at his throat.

"What the hell..."

"Incorrect. Please answer the question or you shall be next."

There was a notable look of confusion on the criminal's face as he heard the masked man speak. Kasha would then remove the sword from the leg of the criminal, raise it, and then sending it cutting through the air. The blade, easily, severed the head of the kneeling criminal from his body, dropping both lumps of meat to the ground. The other criminal, in his rage, began to make his way up to his feet. Before he could make it, the katana of Kasha would find itself darting into his right shoulder pinning him to the wall.

"Where. You. Going."

"This little pissant bakery!"

"Why?"

"The damned owner has been causing a scene by keeping his shit running and not paying his dues."

"Thank you."

Kasha would quickly approach the man and grip his hand around his throat. His strength would quickly choke the life from out of the man as his eyes rolled back and his head dropped, sending his body limp. Removing the katana from his shoulder, Kasha would make his way towards the door of the house. It was time to make his way to the bakery. This wasn't his first time hearing about it and its defiant owner. He wanted to see just what all the fuss was about, especially with such a group amassing. With that he would continue his path by entering homes, instead of going through the alleys, streets or rooftops. This was the best way to keep his movements concealed with such a large group gathering.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

One of Toraono Kuro's aspects was in the area and noted the scent of fresh baked goods. Criminals of all types were heading toward the source of the scent. The demon sharingan activated as he tracked the criminals and noted their chakra strengths and differences. So far he had detected 7 fire chakras, 3 earth chakras, 9 lightning chakras and a rare single water chakra from the group ahead of him. As he flicker stepped through the areas above them he would use quick suggestions from mere glimpses of his eyes to warn away the innocents that tried to move about through the alleyways or peep from their windows. He would also monitor the criminal groups as they made their way toward what smelled like a very good bakery. It was endearing that a business would remain open during chaotic times such as these and as such Kuro was determined to make sure it remained open. Lesser groups of criminals that caught Kuro's attention were quickly rendered unconscious by simple suggestions to sleep or rest from his eyes. The catch teams dispatched by the Toraono Clan would round up all the former inhabitants of the Obsidian palace for a special ceremony needed to revive the village's defenders, innocents, and healers that had fallen to treachery, battle, and purer anarchy. With Kuro's plans in place and all the members of the Toraono Clan and their affiliates within Suna hard at work Kuro could only do his part and continue to assist in curbing the loss of life wherever he found it about to occur. The Toraono Clan itself, had been ordered to avoid direct contact or all out conflict with the major groups directly under the Cabal's influence and or leadership until Kuro's personal trump card was ready. He could only hope the chakra of the criminals they managed to capture was enough for what he needed to do. Kuro could soon see the bakery in question and with his sight of it he quickly flickerstepped ahead of the criminals he had been tailing to step in front of the bakery and defend it from looters, thieves, and murderers. Kuro stood at five feet, ten inches, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. Kuro’s silver gray mane of hair returned to it's normal state as he shed his disguise abruptly. With a twenty one inch neck Kuro’s hair couldn’t conceal very much even as it cascaded to the center of his upper back. Violet eyes with gold tomoe peered from a chocolate brow as large ebony horns emerged from where a normal man’s temples would be. He wore a sand tone obi around his thirty six inch waist. The obi allowed Kuro to carry his honor blade in a specialized bone sheath. Kuro wore his battle pouch on a second sash just above his right hip. Adjacent his sacred blade Kuro wore a pair of collapsed fuuma shuriken, and last but not least Kuro wore his leg sheath on the interior of his hakama just atop his fighting gi shorts with his ANBU serum and summon scrolls. A convenient cut in the silk cloth of his left hakama pants leg allowed Kuro full access to his ANBU gear without showing exactly where it was till he motioned to grab it. Securing his anbu arm guards and leggings Kuro covered the runic terran markings of his hand and leg wraps. Kuro’s tail swished back and forth its tiger stripes faintly surging with chakra. His black gi top concealed his overly muscular upper body. The enemy would easily identify him now and know what they were up against. It would do them no good, Kuro in any of his forms was as dangerous as the original.

MFT:
WC: 624

 

[Sand Council]

Olgav​

The mutterings of those in the block with the bakery were filled with malice, but this did not deter the weakened Takahashi from seeking out the desired sweet treat. It was safe to say that the store had seen better days, but it still was impeccably clean despite the exchanges it had seen in recent times. As Shiori stuck her head through the open door and queried the dead quiet, a brief whistle could be heard before it suddenly halting. Just near the young woman was the mountain of a man, Olgav wielding a five-foot long loaf of french bread as a club. It lingered in midair as he observed her for a moment and broke out into a giant smile.

"Welcome, dear lass!" His voice boomed. "Yes, yes, come in. We are most open!"

He discarded the carbohydrate-based weapon on a nearby table, it landing with a heavy clunk revealing that it was much more than what it appeared. A giant hand reached out and ushered Shiori into the store and led her to a table further inward, near the area where he normally worked and did his baking and decorating. Pulling out a chair for her, he gestured to it, "What Olgav get for pretty young lady, hmmm?" This was when his eyes darted back to the front of the store to another new figure, a man this time. His brooding form would deter any of the trouble-makers Olgav had been dealing with, but customers would be just as likely to avoid the store now too.

"You, tiger man, come in Olgav's bakery. You scare off customers!" Clearly it was unacceptable to even have the perception that they weren't allowing anyone through the door. Olgav had fought tooth and nail to keep his door open and his services available to anyone who needed something to lessen the stress of these harder times. While he appeared to be a baker, it was clear that his stature spoke of a life prior his confectionery one. He would not be bullied, nor would he allow others to bully. If an Anarchist entered the store and genuinely wanted something, he would serve them all the same.

More time had passed and now there were a noticeable number of people gathering at either end of the neighborhood. Many people had vacated the houses surrounding Olgav's establishment for fear of this exact moment.

Kasha would soon find himself in a home adjacent to the bakery, many of the windows boarded up. Listening carefully would reveal numerous whispers of people in the household. Upstairs, strewn across the side of the large room where anarchists perched just under the windows. Laid out on the floor before them were projectiles rigged with explosive notes, and nearby, a packet filled with more of the deadly ninja tool. There were six of them and they were focused on the view outside. Kasha had a rare opportunity to gain an advantage in favor of the gathered Sunan forces. Take them all out, and pray that none set off the explosives.

 

[Michi]

Shiori entered the bakery unaware that she was nearly assaulted with a loaf of bread. Carbs can be a killer, just ask a lady in the summer. Thankfully Shiori was not a calorie counter and even if she was, she would be seeking calorie dense choices to fill in her emaciated frame that had not fully recovered from her recent hospitalization.

"Welcome, dear lass!"

A joyful welcome, there was always something saccharine about a confectionery that could turn bitter from a thoughtless caretaker or a store keep that came for the monetary compensation and nothing more. Perhaps the care this bakery places in its goods and services are what make these treats even sweeter.

"Yes, yes, come in. We are most open!"

"Thank goodness"<i></i> Shiori replied as she hurried inside. "There are people buzzing all about... the world has gotten wonky since I went to the hospital!"<i></i> She exclaimed as she listened to get a sense of her new surroundings. She was not up to date on the Cabal or the chaos the village has fallen into. The past several weeks she was in the hospital as a patient herself and before that her life was spent as a caregiver for patients in the make-shift MASH units during the rebuilding efforts of the new medical center. How the people scurried about these days, they were not always like this were they? The strange words she would occasionally overhear but never actually listen to gave her a sense of dis-ease. Everything seemed queer these days, the people and the places she knew her entire life were alien to her since her discharge. Was it residual effects of hepatic encephalopathy? The residual effects of a medication she was taking? With a world in such disarray, there was a great sense of relief when she heard that there was one place functioning at a baseline she recognized.

"What Olgav get for pretty young lady, hmmm?"

"Cupcakes,"<i></i> she answered immediately without hesitation. She wanted something fruity and sweet but cousin would like prefer something plain and boring much like himself; vanilla. She made her way to the counter and leaned against it assuming that it was intact, her feet danced a little in anticipation. Meanwhile another customers came in behind her. A giant catman, or at least that is what she perceived entered the bakery. People were amassing outside, they did not seem like the type that would frequent a bakery. So much noise. "Seems like your bakery is as popular as ever,"<i></i> she stated in an attempt at small-talk, her most poignant conversation over the past few weeks was the preference of bedpans: Metal or Plastic. Believe it or not, metal won despite being the chillier of options, the fact that it could be autoclaved gave many a sense of security. "I'll make this quick n' easy. 6 thistle-berry cupcakes and 2 vanilla cupcakes."<i></i> She would likely consume 4 of her cupcakes en-route to her cousin's apartment or lab depending on his ultimate location, the other two for when she got there so she had something to snack on when she gave him his treat.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro heard the large baker demand he come inside lest he scare off the customers. "My apologies Master Baker, I will not deter visitors that come here for food." Sharingan Kuro quickly placed a kinetic barrier upon the windows and the door just to make sure no thrown objects shattered the glass window or the doors. It would simply reinforce the structure to prevent actual injury to those around the area. The building was reinforced as Sharingan Kuro went inside the building and found cakes that his sisters used to ask for all the time. Immersed in confection perfection Kuro looked at the masterwork cakes, cookies, and pastries Kuro almost lost focus on the criminals gathering outside just waiting to be captured. After looking over the foodstuffs Kuro took a seat near the entrance where he wouldn't detract from the food being placed out for the appreciation of customers. As long as they were coming to eat or purchase food Kuro would not be the one to bother them. A familiar face had already arrived before him, he wasn't certain till she spoke, it was Sousuke's cousin Shiori. "Lady Shiori, are you okay with just cupcakes?" Kuro didn't bother to ask if she knew about the trouble going on around the village, it seemed obvious she would.

 

[Raizo]

His trek towards the bakery continued with relative ease. The houses seemed to be emptied, which made everything simple for him to move and take some strategic breaks. Every second house he would stop, do a small amount of recon and then move forward based on what he could see. The time had come for another stop, and at this point he noticed something that was not particularly common in most of the other houses he had entered; this one was fortified. This was not alarming, however, just a bit out of the ordinary. Most had already fled from this area do to it being ground zero for potential hostility, or had been cleared out by force at some point. Most didn't stand a chance making a holdout in this area do to the original wave of miscreants.

It was time for him to make his usual recon to see how much further he could push up. Slowly he would make his way to one of the boarded up windows and peer through one of the openings in the fortification. From his small view he could see a building that seemed to resemble, to a small degree, the place he was looking for, but from his current view he could not make a clear estimation on the validity of that. That was when he head some shuffling above followed by some muffled voices.

Scared civilians or terrible evil doers? Well if this is based on my personal luck...

Not wanting to risk alarming anyone, regardless of affiliation and putting himself into an unneeded confrontation, Kasha would cloak himself using Active Camo. His attire would blend into the color of his surroundings and his movements would become dead silent. In this guise he would continue to make his way through the house, heading up the steps and into the upper portion of the domain. Once reaching the top of the steps he would see a large room with windows, not boarded up, and a group of individuals hunkered down out of the line of sight of the windows, every so often peering up over the ledge to see whatever was outside.

They don't want to be seen, can't be a positive sign, right?

It was then that he noticed the weapons strewn about below them, some in hand. Each of them seemed to be armed and prepared for a volley of the different projectiles, and things would only get worst as he noticed the papers attached to the weapons; explosive notes.

Crap. Ok, so six heavily armed guys preparing to rain down hell on someone, I guess that further validates that the building outside might be the bakery I am looking for, but shit...

Slowly he would make his way back down to the lower level and snap his hands into a flurry of seals creating three more Kasha's (Elemental Clones: No Nin chosen but equipped with katana for Taijutsu use). The three Kashas, all in the ANBU attire, would approach their originator that would raise his hand and show a closed fist. He would then lean over and begin to doodle on the ground, giving his orders to the three clones, and then would point up to the ceiling and gesture the number "six". The clones would all nod, and all four Kasha's would enter into Active Camo. Once more, Kasha would make his way up the steps, this time accompanied by his clones.

It would appear that the group of anarchist were still focused on their target, keeping themselves peering over the ledge of the windows to see what laid before them. This would benefit him as his plan required their attention to be deterred long enough. The three clones, katanas at the ready, would approach behind a bad guy, alternating between them, leaving three men unattended. The original Kasha would hang back and slide his hands once more into another set of seals. While he sealed away the clones would send their blades jabbing into the back of the neck of the three baddies in front of them, severing the spinal cord. They would then send their blades slashing across towards the right, half decapitating their original target, and send their blades into the side of the neck of the adjacent anarchist, in the hope of fully decapitating. While this 1-2 combo occurred from the clones, Kasha would finish his seals and erect the Black Blockade within the large room. This was a fail safe in case his clones were not able to disable all six men with their stealth attacks. There was a chance that the secondary targets' reflexes were high and they might avoid the following strike, but things looked grim for the primaries. If the clones could not kill the three secondaries then they would be locked in the room. If the attack succeeded and all six were killed, which might set off a booby trap, then the attack would be concealed to the black box.

This strike could set off an unnecessary chain of events, his use of the barrier was to keep this manageable. Hopefully everyone just died and that was that. He could then continue with his recon and confirm, finally, that they were near the bakery.

MFT - 875

 

[Sand Council]

Olgav​

"Olgav happy to serve! Give one moment and I fetch cupcakes." His heavy footsteps carried him behind his work station and front counter to a door even larger than him. Going through a series of locks, latches, and spinning wheels, he swung it wide open and a draft carried the scent of freshly baked confections all throughout the establishment. This was what most people had associated with Olgav's work, but due to recent times he's had to keep things a tad bit secure to prevent hoodlums from ruining any food he had for any customers brave enough to venture out and find him. A long enough glance into the back room would reveal the rows of convection ovens or as the baker called them "confection ovens" since they produced all the wonderful goodies he sold. And his accent didn't help. Pulling from a metallic rack lined with numerous baked treats, he fetched the requested cupcakes and brought them out front, two pastry bags in hand as he set up on the forward counter where he normally did all of his work. Masterfully, and with something akin to grace for someone his size, he decorated the cakes with swirls of pink and white frosting in a near perfect fashion.

Hastily, he would wrap them up and pack them into a white cardboard box, taping it shut, and stamping with his personal store seal. It had an impression of his face and the words, "From Olgav, with love."

Padding his way back over, he set the box before Shiori and gave a soft chuckle. "Yes, Sennin Toraono quite right. Surely, wee lass want something more, help brighten up day.
---Meanwhile Roku...Errr....Kasha
The execution had been swift and brutal. There was no room for mercy when they threatened people so openly. Prepared for the worst, he waited for any signs the notes had been primed or any false-safes set them off. As he held his breath, he would find it mysteriously quiet. Another few seconds would confirm that nothing would happen. Luckily for him, the explosive notes hadn't been set for use and they laid next to their fallen wielders. Kasha now had a unique resource available to him. Twenty explosive notes, charged, and the element of surprise.

As he reassessed the situation, he would hear a voice shout from the street below.
Outside the bakery---

Oroku<i></i>​

"We have come to finally put you out of business, fat man! Surrender now and we'll make your death swift."<i></i>

Now there was a noticeable buzzing outside as people gathered. At the head of the mob was a man in all black attire, sporting an eye patch on his left eye. The voice would be unmistakable to a few there. While not all of the worst criminals from the Obsidian Palace had been released, Oroku was a calculated risk. One of Suna's most notorious assassins and politically-charged criminal bosses, he had been locked up and resisted the normal conditioning imposed upon the occupants of the jailhouse. Oroku was a man with an ax to grind and he would have no problem going out of his way to disrupt every last piece of normal living in Sunagakure if he could help it. Kuro and Kasha both would know of this man and his infamous slaughtering of business-owners and noble families in the Desert Crown.

Now he wished to obliterate one of the last standing safe havens of Sunagakure.

A booming voice replied form within the bakery.

"Over Olgav's dead body! It shall take you century to climb over it!" A roll of thundering laughter followed and a round of bread came flying out the propped open front door, immediately toppling the miscreant just to the right of Oroku. When the round finally hit the street, it landed with a loud clunk revealing its true nature as a concealed weapon.
---Back inside the bakery!
"Troublemakers come!" Olgav exclaimed. "Shiori-lass and Sennin Toraono, please, step into back, keep safe." He gestured to the heavily fortified room behind his counter. "I shall squash dem like little bread bug between fingers." As he turned towards the front of the store, there was a subtle change in the jolly baker. There was a shift in his gait that spoke of a warrior, and not just a baker. Taking up the previously discarded loaf of bread, he peered through his shattered window.

"Olgav defend his home. Olgav defend Sunagakure!" He said, stamping his foot at the last statement to punctuate how serious he was.

Hiding somewhere on the opposite side of the street was the masked vigilante that many of Suna's non-criminal lower class was getting to know. Kasha had a chance to strike before any fights were started, but he had to maneuver carefully. If a projectile is deflected and goes into the bakery, it could spell disaster. Oroku made doing a direct assault more difficult as he was known for being a trickster and brilliant at misdirection. The adjoining homes were also occupied, this much was certain. Kasha could deal with them and hope that those inside the bakery could hold their own. A tactful plan would serve best, but what did the rogue have up his sleeve?

 

[Michi]

"Yes, Sennin Toraono quite right. Surely, wee lass want something more, help brighten up day."

There would be no need for more of Olgav's confectionery delights, her hips can only have so much girth. The scent of baked goods wafted through the air as Olgav released the locking mechanism that gave her a vision of his sweet treats that was clearer than anything her ears could offer. She could find herself salivating with Pavlovian anticipation. She had enjoyed these goods on many occasion and sometimes because it was Tuesday, besides Sou-Sou, cupcakes were probably what she missed most. "No thank you, I just wanted enough cupcakes so that I could share some with Sousuke... err Kazekage Sousuke... err... Kazekage Takahashi Sousuke."</B><i></i> The last one was right wasn't it. She forgot the Stewart part of it, but that was too long. She hated formality, phrases and names had ranks, positions, family lineage. A name seemed to assign someone their value in a community. "I just got out of the hospital yesterday and I have not seen Sou... the Kazekage, in some time now... I think,"<i></i> she further explained with a wide smile on her face despite her befuddlement.

While she waited to accept her cupcakes, she heard a noise.

"We have come to finally put you out of business, fat man! Surrender now and we'll make your death swift."<i></i>

He was a very bad man. She, unlike Kasha and Kuro did not know the details, she was only a medic. But his voiceresonated with a memory she should have recalled if she ever dedicated any of her time to politics.

"Over Olgav's dead body! It shall take you century to climb over it!"

The crowd responded in a roar of laughter, Shiori did not get it. But she heard the projectile and the terminal moment of Olgav's defense. Were those oblong cannonballs? "What the heck is going on?"<i></i> She listened to the clamor outside of the bakery, it was gibberish and nonsense to her. "Who would want to attack a bakery?"

"---Back inside the bakery! Troublemakers come! Shiori-lass and Sennin Toraono, please, step into back, keep safe. I shall squash dem like little bread bug between fingers."

"I am useless in a battle,"<i></i> Shiori admitted, her words dripped with self disdain. She did not make her way behind the fortified counter for safety. There was a reason that the 'daughter' of one of the most politically powerful families in Sunagakure never made it beyond the hospital. "...But I can make them less powerful," Shiori announced. There really is no place in the shinobi world for a "support ninja" but that was likely to be her role. Faced with a madwoman several months earlier, the slaughter of so many patients while she stood by would always be in the back of her mind. She lacked the physical capacity to fight and she hated herself for it,

She sighed before she started to sing Nocturne of Shadow, a melody that strips away the senses of her opponents only for a short time. A world free of color and shadow and light, absent from song and touch and taste. A terrifying state but only temporary. Olgav and Kuro would not have long to mount a defense or to try to cut down their leader. While the somber notes left her lips, her hands started to dance through a series of hand seals. She was going to attempt to bind the man with the man that threatened Olgav's life. She did not know his name or rank but she knew where he was. With the noise resonating off the cavern walls she could see further than those dependent on their ocular capacities. Her hands completed the seals for <B>Hypersonic Reverberation<i></i>, a sound ninjutsu that she hoped would halt Oroku in his tracks. With the leader of this attack hopefully subjugated by Kuro and Olgav, perhaps these revelers of chaos would flee as well.

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Nocturne of Shadow - Song Genjutsu
The darkest song of all, the Hashigaki possess the ability to sing a song fueled with their anger and negative emotions that resonate through their vocals, and creates a powerful melody that can completely effect all the senses of their victims for a limited time. However, during the duration of this technique, the Hashigaki possess the ability to hide all senses from the target, wiping away their sight, their hearing, their sense of touch, and even smells and tastes no longer register to the victims. With no senses to rely on, how can one expect to fight...or even realize when they are dead?

Rank 1: Victims take on a -2 accuracy/-2 dodge debuff. Victim cannot view opponent, and therefore every jutsu that the victim uses has a 10% chance of auto-missing.
Rank 2: Victims take on a -3 accuracy/-3 dodge debuff. Victims cannot view any Actions or results during this round other than their own, and therefore every jutsu the victims uses has a 15% chance of auto-missing.
Rank 3: Victims take on a -4 accuracy/-4 dodge debuff. Victims cannot view any Actions or results taken during this round other than their own, nor can they see the HP, CP, or Status of anyone else. Victims has a 20% chance of auto-missing.

Costs: 4 AP; 3,000 CP +1,000 CP for each target besides the first, 1000 CP/rnd +500 CP per additional target.

Notes:
- Lasts up to 3 rounds.
- This is a Will/Audial/kinetic/Visual Genjutsu.
- Mod information Such as HP, and successful actions will be sent by PM to those unaffected.
- Cannot be used in conjunction with Requiem of Death or Fevre De Pitch
- Can only be used once per battle successfully.

Hypersonic Reverberation
A jutsu that infuses Sound chakra directly into the body of the target, producing sonic reverberations at an incredibly high rate. This Jutsu scrambles the information being sent to and from the brain, leaving the victim in a stupid daze as their mind is essentially wiped blank for a short duration.

Information
Prerequisites: Sound Affinity, A-rank, 4 Mastered Sound Jutsu

Rank 1: Binds the target at -1 Accuracy. Once this Jutsu is dispelled, the target has a 36% chance of suffering one level of the 'Disorient' and 'Nausea' effects per round they were bound.
Rank 2: Binds the target. Once this Jutsu is dispelled, the target has a 44% chance of suffering one level of the 'Disorient' and 'Nausea' effects per round they were bound.

Rank 1 Cost: 1760 Cp, 880 Cp/Rnd
Rank 2 Cost: 2025 Cp, 1010 Cp/Rnd

Notes:
- This bind lasts up to two rounds, a nin check is made between the user and the victim each round maintained.
- When bound, the victim cannot perform handseals or move.
- For 2.5 Ap a victim may try to escape the bind with a 15% chance of success.
- This bind is broken if the victim takes damage, or the user attacks the victim (They have a -3 Dodge penalty to the attack aimed at them though).
- If the user takes more than 10% of their Max Hp in damage during a round, this bind is dispelled.
- The 'Disorient' effect gives the target a -1 Dodge and -1 Gen Save penalty. This lasts a full round, and stacks twice with later effects resetting the timer.
- The 'Nausea' effect lowers the victim's Accuracy cap by -1. This lasts a full round, and stacks twice with later effects resetting the timer. This debuff cannot be increased through any other method.

WC: 657

[MFT]

 

[Raizo]

Within the next few moments the world would seem to slow down as his eyes focused on all those within his little black box. He awaited any sign that might signal this confrontation would continue, and yet, there would be none. The bodies laid upon the ground and his clones stood there with the same amount of suspense. When it finally appeared that nothing more would occur, Kasha would lower his Black Blockade and drop down to a sitting position.

"At ease boys."

The clones would follow suit and join their creator on the ground. A sigh would escape from behind the feline mask that concealed the face of Roku, which was now dotted with sweat. His plan of attack was one that cause him to out put a large amount of chakra in a single go so his body would need a little bit of a rest before he continued his move onward. That was when he heard the noise from outside. Slinking forward Kasha would peer over the ledge of the window and notice a gathering, and at the head of the gathering a figure in all black. Once the man began to talk Kasha's fists would tighten.

"Damn..."

It seemed that prisoner masses had found them a rather nasty leader, no, this man probably took it by force and fear. Those around him were probably there because of his legend and his tactics. They will die for him because they know he would kill them without much hesitation. Oroku. His damn name makes me sick.

His mind would block out the fact that it was literally his name with an added letter, but maybe that is what caused him to hate it so? Either way he was needed to take some time to reassess and plan. Given time there could be a decent opening for him to assist the bakery and whomever was in there, which he hoped was no one. That was his thought, that was his plan and then something he did not expect happened. The baker through out a piece of bread and smashed into one of the evil onlookers and sent him dropping to the ground. This moment, even for a crazed, reckless person like himself could only cause one reaction...

Spoiler

Quickly he would snap back to his senses as he dropped down to his seated position and turn to his clones. There was something he needed to do and something he needed to do now to help out that insane man and his baked goods. That was when his eyes would notice the various weapons that were already up here.

"Well fellas... I think I have an idea but we will need to get prepared."

Three of the Kasha's would begin the process of gathering the weapons from their various spots while their creator would keep an eye on the action happening below, making sure nothing further happened. That was when the sound of a song seemed to come from within the bakery, a song from a female voice or at least what sounded like a more feminine voice. There had to be more then the singing then someone wanting to add some ambiance to the current setting. Either way he would continue to prep and wait. The right moment would present itself eventually.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Toraono Kuro patted Olgav on the shoulder after his display of strength Kuro could truly appreciate the master baker's attitude and separate skills. "Master Olgav, just protect Shiori and the entrance to your shop, in appreciation of your hard work, and your creative talents for my wedding cake I will remove the problem from your entrance without excess bloodshed."<i></i> Sharingan Kuro stepped out the entrance his normal sharingan constantly active due to his demon blood. Moving ahead of Olgav as Shiori's voice went to work upon the perceptions of the men outside the storefront. Sharingan Kuro looked directly at Oroku as his mangekyou devil sharingan awakened and using just his eyes Kuro would initiate a genjutsu to put all the troublemakers outside the store to sleep so that their chakra could be used to help revive Suna's defenders and innocents whom had fallen as an after affect of the Cabal's actions. "Rest gentlemen, you don't need to fight me unless you actually want to be beaten into unconsciousness."<i></i> Anyone not bound or affected by Kuro's sharingan enhanced genjutsu would face his unbridled wrath and swordsmanship, he would not kill them but they would wish they were dead if they did not succumb to the genjutsu of Shiori and Sharingan Kuro. Kuro was prepared to copy or counter the attacks of anyone else that resisted their efforts to subdue them gently.

Sharingan Kuro blocked the entrance to the storefront and kept them from reaching either Olgav or Shiori from the barrier ninjutsu he had placed upon the glass and doorway to the establishment. These men were done for whether they knew it or not. Chakra invisible to those without his senses flowed around the main area ensuring only the strongest of attacks or jutsu stood even a remote chance of getting past Kuro and even should they try Kuro would simply absorb any energy related jutsu.


wc:314

MFT

Spoiler

Redirection wrote:
One of the most advanced techniques of this chakra nature, this skill allows the user to utilize their Kinetic release to not only to reflect techniques with the force of their chakra, but outright manipulate and guide it by redirecting it with their own chakra. This invisible technique appears as the user simply stopping an incoming attack, and reversing it back to the attacker (Or harming a melee attacker from the reversal of force).

Information
Prerequisites: - Kinesis Affinity, A-rank, 4 Mastered Kinesis Techniques, Reflection mastered

Rank 1: Allows the user to Redirect up to Level B jutsu. Redirected attacks have a 28% chance of gaining the 'Psionic' effect.
Rank 2: Allows the user to Redirect up to Level A jutsu. Redirected attacks have a 36% chance of gaining the 'Psionic' effect.

Cost: Ap of the redirected attack +.5, Cp of the redirected attack +40%.

Notes:
- This jutsu is used reflexively, and does not require handseals.
- This may only be used every other round. Cannot be done in the same round as Reflection.
- This does not work on any Level S jutsu. This does not effect Genjutsu.
- When used, this causes the attack to make a check against the user's Ninjutsu Accuracy instead of evasion. The user cannot dodge if they fail this check. This check applies for the whole jutsu if Multi-hit/AoE.
- The redirected attack retains all buffs that it was used with, and additionally receives any Kinesis buffs the user may have up to +25%. This does not allow it to surpass the Buff cap.
- The user is able to choose any target on the field for Redirected attacks to be aimed at.
- The 'Psionic' effect treats this jutsu as a sneak attack. If already a sneak attack, this prevents the attack from being auto-dodged or revealing the user to others.

Insidious Gaze - Passive
Perhaps the most deadly of the well-known Uchiha abilities is a nameless genjutsu that they are capable of putting opponents under in order to alter their perceptions. In reality, this is simply the Uchiha's ability to utilize their genjutsu talents by simply gazing into the eye's of a victim with their hypnotic sharingan, casting an illusion upon those who meet their gaze.

Rank 1: Genjutsu may be cast through the Sharingan, requiring no handseals and gaining +1 DC
Rank 2: Genjutsu may be cast through the Sharingan, requiring no handseals and gaining +1.5 DC
Rank 3: Genjutsu may be cast through the Sharingan, requiring no handseals and gaining +2 DC

Special Action: When casting Genjutsu through eye contact, the user may choose to activate a special effect. If chosen then the Genjutsu cannot be partially effective. Should the Genjutsu be 50% or more successful it is treated as a full hit, otherwise it is treated as a miss.

Notes:
- Requires eye contact, and for the Sharingan to be active.

Mangekyou Sharingan - Activated Passive
The Mangekyou Sharingan is a heightened form of Sharingan, and is distinguished from a normal Sharingan through its appearance, which changes the form of the tomoe. The appearance of the mangekyou differs from user to user based upon their own traits, there are hardly ever two Uchiha with the same pattern. In this stage the Sharingan is far more powerful and has the potential to utilize very powerful techniques, although the sheer amount of chakra utilized can have damaging backlash upon the User's eyesight, slowly deteriorating their Vision.

Rank 1: +2 Dodge, +2 Accuracy.
Rank 2: +2.5 Dodge, +2.5 Accuracy.
Rank 3: +3 Dodge, +3 Accuracy.

Costs:
Rank 1: .5AP; 600 Cp to initiate, 290 Cp/Rnd
Rank 2: .5AP; 750 Cp to initiate, 360 Cp/Rnd
Rank 3: .5AP; 900 Cp to initiate, 430 Cp/Rnd

Notes:
-Only applies when the user can see their target and/or attacker.
-Sharingan Rank 3 must be activated for a round prior to activating the Mangekyou.
- The effect of Mangekyou Sharigan replaces the effect of the regular Sharigan and the Mangekyou cost becomes the new overall cost.

Temple of Nirvana wrote:
A powerful illusion giving the target the sense of being asleep when they are actually awake.

Information
Prerequisites: A Rank

Rank 1: Casts an illusion at -1 DC dealing 1385 Damage. Upon a successful hit, the target falls asleep (Bound)
Master Rank: Casts an illusion at normal DC dealing 1650 Damage. Upon a successful hit, the target falls asleep (Bound)

Notes:
- This is a Full Bind. This Bind restricts any kind of action from the target while its maintained.
- The user may not move/dodge while maintaining this technique.
- This technique may only be maintained up to 3 rounds.
- This bind is broken if the victim takes damage.
- If the user attacks the victim, the bound target is released from the bind prior to the attack landing. The target has a -3 Dodge penalty to the attack.
- If the user uses more than 10% of their Max Cp during a round, this bind is dispelled.
- Target has a 15% chance to escape per 2.5 Ap.

Rank 1 Cost: 1760 Cp, 880 Cp/Rnd
Master Rank Cost: 2025 Cp, 1010 Cp/Rd

 

[Mikaboshi]

[SCENE BGM]

This is exactly the sort of thing I warned you against before.

"Yeah. But I just can't stand bullies and I'm tired of backing down from fights. Just ain't my style, you know?"

What if you die?

"I won't. Trust me."

The former spirit of Tatsumasa chided Katsuo as he slowly approached the crowd of people gathering outside of Olgav's bakery. He didn't know Olgav nor had he ever tasted one of the jolly man's pastries before. The only thing that had caught his attention during his short patrol of the Sietch was Oroku's announcement. He was fresh off of his battle with the guardian of the golden power and after having taken it into his body he felt like he was in the best shape of his life and was armed with a whole new power. He really didn't know much about how to use the golden armor that he'd wielded against the diamond construct but he knew it was tied to his willpower and that was good enough for him. Gilded eyes gleaming in the darkness like the eyes of a cat, Katsuo finally came to stop several paces away from the back of the crowd with his hands in his pockets. Thinking for a moment, he decided to opt for a big entrance to hopefully scare off some of the riff-raff. Normal folk weren't a threat to him at any level but he wasn't interested in spilling unnecessary blood if he didn't have to.

"HEY BAD GUYS!" Shouted Katsuo, taking his right hand out of his pocket and cocking it back as if he were going to throw a punch at someone right in front of him."THINK FAST!"

'Hey bad guys'? Smooth.

The punch that he originally seemed like he might throw forward at the crowd came down instead at the ground creating a resulting shockwave of force that launched out in a spherical shell from Katsuo's location. The blast was by no means actually dangerous and would only knock an unprepared person from their feet at the very most. It was a shock tactic; one intended to take the crowd by surprise and make them question whether or not they really wanted to stand toe-to-toe with a man that could perform such feats. Even if the men in the crowd didn't get out of the way it might not even phase them enough to do any knocking down-- he was paces away, after all. But then, he dared not attack too directly without knowing exactly what was going on. He didn't want to catch any friendlies in the line of his attack. Staying in his crouched position and ready to move if any of the crowd decided to get hostile with him after his stunning entrance, Katsuo grinned widely in challenge to anyone who thought themselves hard enough to take a swing at him.

His short face-off with Saiga aside, Masashi Katsuo was finally making his entrance onto the scene of the disaster.

 

[Sand Council]

Olgav​

While the master baker usually did not prefer to let others defend his store, he did have a lass to keep safe and he respected Kuro's ability to handle the situation and allowed the Sennin to take point. Stepping just before the entrance to the store, he wait, bread bat in hand waiting for any potential harm to enter through. While not traditionally trained, he and his brothers had learned various shinobi talents and understood their usage. The genjutsu sweeping outwards were unusual ones, but vastly powerful. Would they work?

Oroku<i></i>​

Someone had once said the devil was in the details. Oroku had been known as a sinister man capable of feats most cruel and unusual. Any who worked for him usually end up dead, and in a most unfortunate manner. While he had rallied a great deal of people, there was a reason why more hadn't stepped onto the street. The genjutsu swept over the large group, the song rolling off of them, and the sleep spell proving just as equally useless. In the back round, only audible to Shiori, there were panicked screams and shouting from nearby buildings. A few second later and chunks of building were enveloped in hell-fire as assailants dropped primed explosives in their panic. Still, the large mass led by Oroky didn't budge, not even a general glance in the direction of the death. In fact, they had grown eerily still and completely silent.

"Who is afraid of the big bad boogey man? Not me!"<i></i> And then, the trick was revealed. In place of what everyone had thought to be Oroku was just another anarchist, body clinched and strained as Shiori's bind gripped at him. Oroku's voice was projecting, but seemed to be coming from everywhere at once.

Before he could say anything more, Katsuo made his grand entrance and delivered his cheesy one-liner. Numerous baddies fell over and were toppled, but they mindless got back to their feet and got back into the same position that they had been in.

"That was most clever, but terribly inefficient. You sand folks are such softies!"<i></i> He chided. If anyone knew of his methods, they knew he preferred more brutal methods of servitude and execution. It was not unusual for poison to be involved, or several poisons for that matter. "Did you know that Sunagakure manipulates the memories of its prisoners in an attempt to reform them? Isn't that positively ludicrous? Not only does Sunagakure think it's righteous and compassionate to take away people's humanity, they do it as a means to release dangerous criminals back into the general populace."<i></i> Now the voice seemed to bounce around, coming from different sources. Shiori would be able to pinpoint the location just before it would jump again. "Funfact: They can be easily manipulated and with a little chemical persuasion all those good folks can be made into cheerful little puppets! Just see for yourself!"<i></i>

And like a floodgate had been opened, the mass of bodies came to life and they charged at the various Sunan. A large group turned onto Katsuo, clawing, grabbing, punching and slashing with full and complete intent of killing him.

Ball of roiling fire and crackling lightning bolts struck the reinforced windows and the glimmer from each attack revealed the additional defense Kuro had erected, but he too was met with some attackers that held nothing back.

Meanwhile, if Shiori could listen over all the clatter and scuffling of the combat, she would have noticed a distinct pattern in Oroku's speech. While it did jump around, it did not go so far as to be cast from a distance. It was localized and if he had used an illusion to divert attention from himself, it was quite possible he was using one to hide himself amongst the group. All of these men, prisoners and killers alike, mindless threw themselves at the big threats with full intent on going until they reached Olgav. Oroku would use them as tools to reach his end goal.

But what had the sand ninja learned already? To find Oroku's plan, they had to look in the least likely place.

While it was obvious to pay attention to the front door and Katsuo under attack, where else could something be lurking?

[Sending an event Moderation to Katsuo via his EMS usage]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro laughed evilly as he then revealed a very devilish smile, as his demon sharingan surged with dark power instantly halting those within twenty feet of him as the means of controlling the prisoners that Oroku used was suddenly made known. "Why that is such a notion that you would abuse the rehabilitation system we have in place. It has never been that our people were soft, not in the least. It takes a great deal of mental fortitude to exist in a desert and even more to live underground. The reason SELECT criminals were placed in this rehabilitation method was because we simply needed them elsewhere. Why kill an exceptional ninja whom could mine the gems, crystals, and metallic ores we so desperately need. Why infringe upon the innocent population to commit to dangerous labor when rehabilitated criminals not only make a strong labor force but they have absolutely no choice. In my clan if you were to commit a crime of true malicious intent against any citizen of Wind Country or refugee harbored by our country they would immediately be captured and given trial by their peers. If they had committed rape, murder, or injured someone in a manner that we could not heal then they would be sentenced a quite severe and lasting punishment or even sent to their death in a method that reflected their crime upon them 1000 fold. Other families have other methods but I am certain you get my drift. The humanity of these prisoners which you have chemically removed is very much intact only the memory and stimulus for their original crimes was being removed as they gradually accepted the DARK HEARTS & MINDS SEALS, whatever means you have used to make them into a berserker force is nothing before a SENNIN whom actually has the power and the will to invoke those very seals. The reason why the criminal population save those special few like yourself are released back into the general populace is become some of them genuinely wanted to repent. These men and women may simply be chemically dependent upon you at the moment but before me they are elementary children taking up arms against a behemoth. No matter how many you have under your control I am more than capable of simply taking that control away. OBSERVE..." Taking the merest of glances at the collected criminals before him Kuro focused his dark will upon them and in groups of twenty as he did have limits over whom his eyes could effect without actually having a building size seal like the ones that made up the obsidian palace it would indeed take him quite a while to mentally subdue the excessive amount of criminals here. As the ones driven suitably beyond their control by Oroku continued to rush him when they did not fall to his insidious gaze they fell to his sheathed blade as they tripped over invisible barriers that were only knee high here and there to be swatted down and rendered unconscious. None would reach within 10 meters of the entrance of Olgav's bakery. Kuro held up his left palm and released a flaring violet flame jutsu into the air above that made sparks and a small explosion in the sky that revealed a brief Toraono Clan symbol in the air above Olgav's bakery. It was a signal that was sent to the capture and control teams that a significant amount of criminals were found and with that their fates were sealed. Those not killed by their own madness or the actions of others would be recaptured and taken to holding areas around the city so as to be of use chakra wise for Kuro's counter attack against The Cabal. Kuro could not take the time to look back at Lady Shiori but his kinetic senses told him they were okay. Now they need only find Oroku, he was either hidden inside the bakery somewhere or nearby overlooking the bakery. That was the only way he could influence this many people to do his bidding. Speaking under his breath so that it would look like he was murmuring to himself in a tone that only Shiori could hear. "Lady Shiori, Although I could indeed simply kill all these criminals I actually need them alive to help repair the damage the cabal has done to the innocent population, is there anyway that you could help me track down Oroku, I don't want you to get caught up in the fighting. If you could come up with a way or a plan to locate him while I handle these brigands simply let me know. In return I will make sure you never run out of cupcakes as I will personally purchase all your sweet tooth could ever endure from Olgav and personally deliver them to you hot and fresh daily. Do whatever you believe you can without endangering yourself."<i></i>
It was then Sharingan Kuro caught a glance of the Masashi warrior whom had went toe to toe with Saiga only a few hours ago, Masashi Katsuo... he looked a little worse for the wear but otherwise moved quite easily as he toppled quite a few men before they stubbornly stood back up. Keeping up his focus upon knocking out his assailants while waiting for his capture teams to arrive Kuro took a chance to call out to him. "Oy!!! Masashi-sama!! If you can make your way to me without killing too many of these thugs, I have an immediate plan that perhaps you can directly assist me with!!!"<i></i>

MFT
WC: 925

 

[Michi]

Shiori's song was heard on deaf ears, her brow furrowed as her voiced reached an octave higher and crashed down through a cascade of notes, each in perfect tone. Why have they been left unaffected? It made no sense to her, her song should have thinned their numbers even if they had trained themselves to be resistant to genjutsu. "They aren't listening to my song," Shiori announced as the tune ceased abruptly, confused. She could hear an out of place scuffle, a cacophony of screams in the distance that heralded an explosion. The roar of the combustive force left her ears pounding. The throb was mind-numbing for the Hashigaki yet the crowd was utterly unresponsive to the blast. "Weird..." she muttered, unconcerned with the carnage in the adjacent buildings consumed with hell-fire.

Her other attack, a powerful binding sound ninjutsu hit her target. She did not miss, or at least that was what she thought, but the man in her hold was not her quarry. Again, wrong... Not RIGHT... Most certainly LEFT. She did not relinquish her grasp on the struggling anarchist. His voice -was- there, she most certainly heard it. Shiori was utterly dependent on sound, being sightless for as long as she could recall, likely from birth. In a crowd of faces it is hard to differentiate when they all blur into one, but she was always capable of sound localization to an inhuman extent. Despite this skill, she could not lock onto Oroku; he was everywhere but also nowhere. "I-I cannot find the talking man,"</B><i></i> Shiori complained as she strained her ears to find the genesis point but the sound was constantly on the move in a crowd of strange angry people. <B>"I should be able to follow him, but he is too fast. He is everywhere all at once... Mister Toraono, I don't like this..."

Apparently the mastermind anarchist's secret was made known which prompted a heroic speech from the Sennin. Shiori knew nothing and cared little for the ANBU and Warden's rehabilitation methods if they even had any. Ethics have always been a murky subject, priorities and societal norms change over the eons and terrible things have been done for the sake of progress throughout human history. Medicine was not a vocation of saints, nor was their shinobi calling. Judgement would be better served by someone other than her. "This has nothing to do with justice on either end, Mister Toraono... What we and they have been done will always be remembered with infamy." Whilst the Sennin combated the apparently drugged attacking crowd a strange new hero had joined the defense, "heh... 'think fast', classic."<i></i>

"Where was the bad man? Was he hidden among those in the crowd?" His voice moved, but everything has a radius and an ultimate focus. The adjacent buildings were damaged by the violent blast, it was unlikely the bad man was hiding in the fiery ruins. The only places he could be were the crowd and the bakery. "Who did she know here in the bakery?" The Sennin and the Baker. Was there anyone else in the bakery? Near the bakery? Two other men has also allied themselves with the Baker, she knew neither. "Was one of them the bad man?" It would be the worst thing she could possibly do if she turned on one of the few allies this threatened bakery had, but what if one of them actually was the bad man? How would she know for sure? Everyone needs to talk, to keep talking. As long as they talk, if they and the bad man are one in the same, the bad man won't talk at the same time. Kuro will probably keep talking on his own without intervention. Intervention would be necessary for everyone else she believed. Chatting would be an unlikely activity right now considering the fact that everyone was fighting for their very lives. If she said what was on her mind, would that cause this make-shift team turn on each other? Was that necessarily a bad thing?

While she was mentally struggling with how to approach the possibility that one of them might be a wolf in sheep's clothing, she also had to consider the fact that the anarchist leader might be hiding someplace nearby. An AOE attack without regard to a target -might- hit him, this man was unwilling to throw a single punch... to show his face... to even use his own voice without instilling trickery. She needed to look at the bakery, the whole bakery. There was a fortified counter, that was where she would go, the most distal point of the shop. Her sonar fanned the crowd, he was voice throwing. She would never be able to hear him. She was blind so she would never see him. Her sonar would pick up the forms of anyone present as long as she could see their outline, but be covered with a drape and you would be nothing more than a sack of flour to her. While she made her way to the back of the room, she started to hum yet another song. Her song might be ineffective on their opponents but perhaps she could assist her allies. Fevre De Pitch, another song Genjutsu capable of reinvigorating her allies. If anything was behind the counter, be it a sack of flour or a box, she would utilize a moderate-strength sound ninjutsu, Sound Bullet spread due to her elemental affinity to Wind to hit an additional target if there was more than one potential target. She would be apologetic if she merely sifted flour and likely feel rather silly for even looking but it is the safest place to be according to Olgav only moments earlier. If she was a bad man and she was going to let everyone else fight her battle... that would be where she would be hiding. Let's just hope he is not back there, the direct combat fighters were erm... already directly fighting something else.

WC: 1001

MFT​

 

[Raizo]

Some introductions and some revelations, it was a rather confusing couple of minutes that ultimately left a bad taste in the ANBU's mouth.

Chemical control? Ability to re-purpose criminals of the village? The Sennin knew about this? Did Sousuke...

There were more questions in his mind but it appeared that the other matter to take note of was the fact that the people here today, or at least upon the streets in the immediate area, were being controlled by Oroku. Not following orders, controlled. This meant that the six he just killed might have had no intentions of doing something heinous today. What if this had been the chase for the other four individuals he had sent to the Otherworld during his quest of 'justice'?

His eyes looked down at the gloves that covered his hands. They were coated in dried blood, dirt and various levels of filth. His eyes would then scan to his clones, fresh soaked in the crimson liquid of life. Lastly his eyes would once more review the litter of bodies that coated the floor of his perch. So much had been done out of a sense of right, a sense of justice, a sense of duty. Before the coma was he like this? Did he ever take a life before the accident? What had changed within him?

Damn it... damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Just what the hell.

Some more explosions rang both near and far as the action continued out by the bakery. The Sennin and the new man had made their first moves and now seemed to be getting swamped by the hordes of the subservient. Kuro-sama attempted to resolve things without blood shed.

Could I ever be that restrained?

The other person he did not know but they soon would have a wave of criminals upon himself. Would this be the time to expose his location? Oroku was still not in sight, his voice bellowed from point to point. While the others kept his attention would it be best to continue to sit on his hands and await for the moment that the mastermind slipped up and end this with just a single death. The choice, for him, became clear.

"Me's, continue to prepare your window. On my mark you will release the hell fire of explosive projectiles but not a moment before that, understood?"

The three seemed to be on the same page. Roku, the originator, would continue to watch the events unfold, searching for the leader of this mess. Then he would strike. Hopefully the others could manage without him having to give up his vantage.

MFT - 437

 

[Mikaboshi]

Katsuo didn't say anything in response to Oroku's words. He let his undiminished smirk speak for itself. He loved villains that couldn't help but explain their tactics. Any information that he didn't need to almost literally wrestled out of his opponent was a point in his favor. Dropping his hands into the pockets of his coat as he stood from the crouch that he'd been in, the tomoe in Katsuo's gilded eyes rotated back and forth in constant data collection for him as he observed the crowd that was turning to face him. He could see in the crowd a handful of residual chakra auras which told him that there were at least a couple of potentially dangerous fighters in the group but on the whole he was looking at a group of men that didn't seem to actually have much in the way of advantages going for them. The one thing that stuck out to him was a strange residual energy that pulsed around each of them. What sort of game was Oroku playing? He'd already told Katsuo that he'd poisoned the men gathered in the crowd with a bit of his own chemical conditioning but it seemed like there was more to it than that. Was he using some kind of genjutsu to control them while weakening their will with mind-clouding reagents? That seemed the most likely. But that also meant that he couldn't be far off.

Your opponents seem to be linked together by a single chakra signature.

Katsuo wasn't given much time to think it over as a crowd of nearly thirty men turned their attention towards beating him to a bloody pulp. They came at him in waves; group after group were sent either flying or tumbling away from the skilled martial artist. He used only as much of his strength as necessary to disarm their attacks and put a bit of distance between them but they never stayed neutralized for long. In the frenetic pace that the battle was going, Katsuo couldn't risk hitting any of them hard enough to try and knock them out-- it would be too easy to accidentally just kill them. Criminals or no, he couldn't just start taking lives because it was convenient for him to do so. The strange aura that he'd seen at the beginning of the fight pulsed and flashed with each wave of the thugs, always centralized on a single convict which seemed to be the center point of their bizarrely coordinated wolfpack tactics. It didn't take long for the demon slayer to identify the pattern and begin to defeat it knowing that there was always a single lynch-pin to the attack to defeat.

Katsuo didn't respond to the spirit of Tatsumasa's voice that echoed in his head but mostly because he didn't have the concentration to do it. He was a skilled fighter, more skilled than most, but even he was having difficulty keeping up with the tide of frenzied attacks which were coming down upon him. He was, after all, only a single man. Knocking away another group of attackers, golden sparks erupted from around Katsuo's body as he poured his chakra into his eyes the way he would normally have done to call upon the more advanced stage of his Zenjingan. With a single spin cycle, the mitsudomoe merged together and created a single circle around his eyes connecting his pupil with that halo by a triple-set of thin black lines.

And in that moment, the world around Katsuo slowed to a crawl.

The evolved state that his doujutsu technique had advanced into when he'd taken in the spark of Primus' power was even more potent than he ever remembered the technique being. As normal, his eyes allowed him to see the smallest changes in the world around him down to even the muscle contractions of his opponents as they moved to attack him, but even more so he could see the chakra signature which bound them together even more clearly than before. It wasn't until that moment that he realized a single group of the thugs had made no attempt to assault him at all during the chaos of the fight. He remained surrounded by approximately thirty of them but a single group just past them had stayed not only out of his own fray but also out of confronting Kuro as well. Katsuo wasn't sure exactly what they were waiting for but he did know that if they were looking to stay away from the fight then the one thing he wanted the most was to bring the fight to them. Narrowing his eyes and shifting his body just slightly enough to avoid the swipe from an on-coming attacker, Katsuo grabbed the arm of his assailant and flung him into the other two on-rushing convicts before ducking low and leaping into the air out of the reach of several more of them. Free finally from the bracing melee that the horde had previously pinned him under, Katsuo fixed his eyes on the group that was doing it's best to stay away from the action and as if making the decision to advance on them had re-arranged reality itself to put him there the Masashi's body blinked out of sight and appeared right in front of that group with his arms folded across his chest.

"Pool's open guys, water's fine. Any takers?"

With a sharp exhale from his mouth, Katsuo released a crushing wave of his spiritual energy at point blank range looking to suppress the group during their moment of surprise. His advancing on them was mostly just to gauge their reaction to his movement; he wanted to know why they were trying to stay out of the fight. For that reason, he looked to confuse and discombobulate them with a burst of crushing power from his spiritual aura-- a physical manifestation of his fighting spirit.

[Katsuo is using Devastating Aura to disrupt the group he spied attempting to look casual during the middle of a battle.]

 

[Sand Council]

While most villains loved to monologue, it seemed the demon sennin shared a similar taste, but unlike the more noble and honorable suna-nin, Oroku's minions did not take pause during the boisterous speech. Thugs clawed, slashed, and fired elemental attacks without restraint and it would be obvious from any of those looking on that some had left the main street. Plans unfolded all the same.

Unfortunately for Oroku however, he was met with some of the most fierce of Sunagakure's shinobi forces, the infamous Demonbeast King, Toraono Kuro and heir to the Diamond Throne and Hunter of all things Evil, Masashi Katsuo. Their combined forces kept the mob working in two opposite directions at any given point, but as Katsuo repelled more, they spilled over and turned back towards the bakery. While Kuro's blade lashed out crippling and felling any who neared, his reach was not twenty-feet wide, and many slammed against the reinforced glass. Inevitably, they would make a dent.

Shiori concentrated her efforts on detecting the ever-sneaky Oroku, but not before bolstering her teammate's wills with a catchy tune. Even though many tropes had been fulfilled, none had bothered to ask Oroku his endgame or a question at all to keep him engaged and so silence ensued from the dastardly miscreant. Except it still provided some information. Even though he couldn't be heard, every creak, shuffle, or shifting of dust would not be missed by the deaf-cupcake-loving Takahashi. The criminals made a lot of noise, those suffering from the explosions and dying from their wounds groaned in anguish, but beneath all the sounds of war was a controlled breathing that did not belong to those defending the bakery. It stood out as completely alien; perfect serenity in all the turmoil.

Behind the counter were numerous objects perfect for the sound-based attack. Even though her eyes had never served her, her hearing had been more than perfect to send two heavy bags of confectioner's sugar over Kuro's head and into the wave of attackers. Clouds of white erupted and coated all nearby in a sweet coating.

There was a brief smug laugh, and it was unmistakably Oroku.

Someone in the crowd outside began screaming in agony and clawing at their face. They broke away from the pack mentality of the others. He called out for help, looking into the bakery and staring squarely at Shiori. His gaze was locked on his own visage in the reflection and watched as his skin bubbled and began to sag. Head slamming against the glass, there was a final, long howl of pain and the man's body exploded in show of gore and viscera. There had been a soft pop. The remains smeared against the jutsu-enhanced glass began to hiss and both barrier and glass evaporated like hot water to thin ice. No matter how well Kuro's defenses were organized, it was impossible to prevent a tidal wave of flesh from crashing against the store front. The unnatural state of the attackers made them ignorant to their pain and wounds.

Katsuo, our valiant hero was beginning to see an ebb and flow to the battle others couldn't. The lineage of his family granted him the ability to see patterns beyond even the more enhanced senses present could detect. Precision, power-controlled punches dismantled mobs of attackers, scattering them and forcing them to spend effort in regrouping to their formation. This slowed their efforts and afforded Katsuo time. Until he tapped into the gift of Primus and then the world seemed a frozen, gray reality. As he made his moves to shaken the attackers, his efforts seemed normal and nothing out of the ordinary.

To those looking onward, Katsuo had simply vanished for a fraction of a second and then more action exploded as his accelerated maneuvers came to life all at once. He was in a new location, confronting a group of the criminals that had remained aloof and delivered another one-liner and powerful opener. Radiating outward from Katsuo was an overbearing presence that slammed everything back into the carved streets of the boulevard. Although it was harsh and bracing for most, the mob he stood at odds with did nothing.

Then there was a shocking revelation...[Details PM'd to Katsuo]

Kasha waited overhead, completely undetected. While Oroku considered himself the snake hiding in the grass, Kasha had become the hawk, prepared to snatch up the snake whenever it revealed itself. How long could he wait? Would his patience endure as much as Kuro's massive, muscled form or would he decide it was too much the hassle to preserve the poisoned minds of the madmen below? It was clear that the siege would go on until either every prisoner died, Olgav died, or everyone died. Not unless someone made a more dramatic move, this would end bloody.

Time passed at a snail's pace, but there was a disruption that rippled the attack's onslaught.

Those nearest to the door, those who had inhaled a breath of the powered sugar had suddenly stopped their rabid attempt to get at the baker or his defenders. They stood stupefied for a few brief moments. Those that had gained their senses back found an opening and sprinted from the scene at great speeds. Those who were still in haze simply collapsed, but clearly were no longer under the bizarre effects of the mind-control Oroku was exerting.

Chemicals could be fickle if they were met with other compounds. Whatever the sugar had done, it seemed to break the spell.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

As the wave of attackers surged passed Sharingan Kuro to strike the store front sugar struck the attackers causing one to turn himself into a living acidic bomb. The window was shattered leaving Olgav and Shiori open to attack. Kuro had no fear for himself but he would never allow Shiori to come to harm. With movement only a slight bit slower than Katsuo's primal energies Kuro placed himself back in front of the wave of attackers and with a mastered state of demon powered sharingan enhanced aim and ability pulsed a double wave of kinetic energy slamming into the men whom were still crazed bowling them into one another forming a tangled mass of disoriented flesh. A wave of attackers pressed forward to receive a series of strikes drawing away their chakra. Kuro was a master at manipulating the flow of chakra and with so many restrained or captured of their own drug inspired insanity a massive pulse of chakra surged away to a place where it was gathered into crystal receptors. Able to track Katsuo only intermittently between his various target analysis Kuro could only be impressed by his full speed and seek to better himself. Sharingan Kuro would normally summon demonic flames to devour an onslaught of enemies like this but he needed them alive. With a flash of inspiration he pulsed a wave of energy to the center of the crowd and produced a gale force to flash pulse the wind in all directions away from them to briefly and immediately remove all the air from their general area rendering them unconscious.