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

[Sunaku Harupia]

Haru stood there in silence, staring at what remained of all the people he held down using his technique. The sinkhole itself would move ever so gently, churning and trying to cover up the flames which remained from the final explosion. It was lucky that, with whatever chemicals were causing these people to burst earlier, the explosive notes didn’t set of a greater chain reaction. After a few moments, the flames died down, what remained was the dust and the stench of burnt bodies... Harupia tried his best to control his breathing, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, his hands grinding against the texture of it. He could feel his skin scraping against the wall, he could feel the smell of burnt bodies, his heart pounding... just ensuring himself again and again that he was indeed alive and conscious, and not under the influence of some sort of illusion. As much as he wished his wasn’t true...that this was all just some crazy nightmare...

As Olgav spoke to him his eyes shot wide open, staring into the large men before him, inhaling a deep breath before releasing it. At least this went well...he managed to help reunite the brothers finally. Before he could say anything, the baker spoke again, before leading him and the rest into the bakery. He truly did want to believe the man, that all of this wasn’t a horrible pointless waste of life. These brothers had a thing for saying just what one needed to hear, though he doubted just words would help him now...then again, it seemed Olgav was very keen on delivering.

As they over through the bakery, and after unlocking what seemed to be a unnecessarily secure door for a establishment like this, and then all became clear. The women behind him had voiced his first thoughts quite well. This was...astonishing. All these people...hidden safely in a bakery. No wonder someone wanted to get here so badly... For a second Harupia was quiet, simply listening to the hum of conversations and watching these people. Perhaps a bit uncomfortable, but safe. A few Shinobi, exchanging notes between each other. And a small smile crept onto his lips...A safe haven indeed...

After Shiroi asked the obvious question he added "This...this had to be prepared ahead of time. I’d think at least, unless your architecture skills rival your baking...you family seems to be full of surprises all things considered" he said with a soft chuckle towards both of the brothers. He wished more of his family would come to their aid if at all possible. But for now he wasn’t complaining to much. As they passed a room with some of the notes gathered, he picked up one of the files trying to get a glimpse as to information was gathered by this point. Before reading he would turn to Shiori and say " I don’t think we have met before. Sunaku Harupia, please to meet you mam...even during such dire times" giving her a deep, polite bow. As his eyes scanned through the papers he would speak on "Just how big is this place Olgav? It seems to go on forever...also, how did those who attacked you learn about it? Should we worry about more attacks... Actually, shouldn’t there be more of us here. I did see Kuro withdraw, but there was at least one more Shinobi with us right?" he concluded, looking up towards the entrance of the bunker. It seemed everything was under control outside...but at times like this, could you be ever sure?

Mft, Wc= 591

 

[Raizo]

His silence remained as his eyes peered from behind his mask at the one known as Oroku. The hand clenching the hilt of his blade would tighten as the other individual continued to confront the one behind this terrifying scene. This man, seemingly another Sunan shinobi Roku would guess, seemed to be extremely proficient in his ability, which was something that caused Roku to hope even more that this man was on his side. The sounds of the first wave explosions would be followed by another set but then there would be a deafening silence. The clones would disperse as he remained at the scene.

This was not what I wanted...

He thought that, he currently believed that, but ultimately it was unclear if that was the truth. His first decision when making this plan was this very scenario, so could it be assumed he always knew this was how the situation would play out? Did he ever value the lives of those under the control of Oroku?

Waiting and watching, he would see how the other Sunan would handle things and how Oroku would respond. At this time, the option to let Oroku live, like what was being discussed, caused a twisting pain to emerge in the depths of Roku.

This filth deserves death...

While Kasha knew how to dispose of this trash, there was a portion of Roku that wanted to abide by the decision his fellow shinobi makes at this time. The new figure was the one to ultimately apprehend the villain, so it only seemed fair that he be the one to provide justice, without regard to what Kasha would like to see done.

MFT - 278

 

[Sand Council]

Oroku<i></i>​

"If you are foolish enough to leave me alive, I will simply continue to kill more every day. Your pitiful sense of justice will only serve to end the lives of those you so righteously attempt to protect."<i></i> Oroku sneered, eyes moving between those surrounding him. "It worked out so well for those below, didn't it? Quite masterful, Master Masashi."<i></i>

Unpredictable and ultimately a cruel being, Oroku was a master of many techniques that spread his influence wider than any truly knew. While none understood his abilities to their fullest extent, he had shown a lot at this massacre and displayed a disgusting hatred for human life. No matter how far they would try to bury him underground, his threats felt like they carried such a burden upon them, that if another life was taken because he was left alive it would shatter the indomitable spirit of the village attempting to protect its own.

The decision was ultimately up to those there.

Kasha, a wildcard, had already proven that he could make the unpopular choice. Would he do it again?

Toraono Kuro, a celestial being reborn into mortal form, and a purveyor of all things just and right.

Masahi Katsuo, a man seeking a place in a long neglected home, and the savior Sungakure had been waiting for.

What would they all do?

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Oleg | Olgav​

Oleg immediately went off into the snaking hallways of the underground fortress to explore. The labyrinth seemed endless, and even if the enemy managed to get inside, they would have a difficult time finding anyone or anything. Tight quarters and shinobi-trained defenders meant for deadly traps, suicidal choke points, and all manners of life-ending hell around every corner. The Sunan shinobi all expressed surprise at the haven Olgav had built and maintained beneath his bakery. A secret well-guarded and created for such situations as dire as this.

Olgav gestured to a table in the center of the room, a tray littered with various sweet things, iced, powdered, crusted, and filled awaited any hungry fighters.

"Olgav believe in being prepared!" A hearty laughed followed and carried down the winding corridors. "I simply had idea. Best customer Oori helped make tunnels possible! Love sweet things he does! We work out deal and BOOM! Olgav's Underground Home is born! Bed rooms have strong metal casing and can take beating like giant bear in snowstorm! Bombs or no bombs, many safe down here. Oori's idea. Smart boy." Large hands fanned out and gestured to the entirety of the facility. "All are welcome. Ninja use hidden doors. They are marked by little stone symbol on wall." He reached for a stick of charcoal and paper nearby and drew a quick sketch.

"Oori said apply chakra and wall will react." It seemed Uri had been a busy boy in the six months since his return. "There mission folders on desk room over. Important stuff that need be done! We not buried yet!"[/color]

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Rewards will be doled out according to number of posts in the topic with bonuses going to people who made unpredictable decisions. Yen will be sent out by the end of the day. A new topic will be made for Olgav's Underground Haven and missions will be posted for anyone to take. Feel free to continue roleplaying!

 

[Mikaboshi]

[SCENE BGM]

I will simply continue to kill more every day.

That was Oroku's answer to Katsuo's mercy. In spite of all the pain that the terrorist had visited on men undeserving of such suffering. Despite the fact that Oroku had allied himself with the forces antagonizing the city that he was told he'd been born to protect. Even in the face of those heinous sins, Katsuo had offered to spare Oroku's life in the short term. To show him clemency so that the man might be able to do good works with his hands rather than simply being another body piled upon the metaphorical mountain of dead which already characterized the Cabal's occupation of Sunagakure. In that moment as Katsuo listened to Oroku's words, the advice that the animated Diamond Throne had imparted to him before it's demise bubbled to the surface of his memory...

I concede that I erred in my judgment of you at the onset of our meeting but I maintain that your arrogance and naivete will be the end of you some day if you do not grow past them, my king ...

When they'd first come to face to face, the Diamond Throne had determined that Katsuo was worthy of the legacy that he sought because he did not claim the name of Sunahoshi. That he still went by the name of Masashi. Standing before the Throne, Katsuo had truly questioned himself whether or not he was worthy for this legendary status that others seemed to lay upon his shoulders. Sousuke had looked upon him with a gaze that was nothing short of reverent and when she had discovered his identity Sousuke's mother Chiyoko had responded similarly.

... You must learn when to use your heart and when to use your head. Too much of either makes you a fool or a monster. But together, they make you a king. This is your path Sunahoshi Katsuo, Son of Sunahoshi Hiro and Masashi Inara. Make it a journey.

He'd vanquished the Throne at great personal risk and with the help of the spirit of Tatsumasa. Despite lacking the blood gift that the Sunahoshi had come to be known for over the years, Katsuo had managed to accomplish the unthinkable and conquered the test that the Throne had warned him was strictly impossible. The test had been designed with the fact that the petitioner to receive the spark of Primus would be wielding the diamond sands and Katsuo could, beyond a shadow of a doubt, not access such powers. He could barely cast Ninjutsu to begin with, much less wield such an advanced form of Ninjutsu. But through a combination of martial mastery, joining forces with the spirit of Tatsumasa and his sheer conviction to overcome the challenge set before him Katsuo had just barely overcome the Throne. But after defeating it, Katsuo had refused to destroy the Throne's center shell and release the spark of Primus. He did not want to take the life of a creature that seemed to be able to have it's own identity and think for itself. After all, how many times had it offered him the mercy of resigning his claim to the golden power to save his life? The Throne would not have it, however. Katsuo was the victor and bound as it was by the terms of it's existence that meant it must pass on the spark even if that meant it's destruction. In it's final moments, it had imparted those words to him; the difference between fools, monsters and kings.

So which would he be?

Oroku was clearly a monster. But was he not also a fool? He chose to cling to his hatred and die rather than attempt to traverse a new path and live. Golden chakra curved around Katsuo's right hand and slowly coalesced into the shape of a long-bladed katana similar to the way that Tatsumasa had been fashioned. Simple but clearly special in some indescribable way. The entire blade shimmered with ephemeral chakra as it took form in response to Katsuo's mounting emotions and decision that he arrived at. Oroku had refused his mercy. The king's mercy, he reminded himself. He had no obligation to Oroku to protect him-- this was a man that had allied himself against the city and against the people of Sunagakure. He held no regard for the sanctity of their lives and certainly wished further doom upon the populace, he'd said as much himself.

"I wanted to help you. I really, truly did." Katsuo said, grasping the gilded sword that had appeared in his hand with both of them now. The hilt felt... familiar. It wasn't until he was holding the blade in both hands that it dawned on him that the feeling of the blade coming to him had been so natural that he hadn't even questioned the manifestation of the blade until just now. Still, even though the appearance of a spectral Tatsumasa was something he could not explain he still could not bring himself to deny it. The sword felt like it was a part of him-- as natural as curling his fingers into a fist had been. "I'm sorry that it had to end like this but I won't let you hurt anybody else."

Then, in a shift of the blade and a flicker of movement, Katsuo would appear behind Oroku with a sheen of crimson staining the gold of the sword that he held in his hand. With his eyes on the floor, he did not care to watch Oroku's head slide quickly from his shoulders and tumble to the floor. It was enough that he heard the terrorist's body slump to the side and fall to the ground, free of his genjutsu as sure as he was free of his head. Releasing his grip on the hilt of the manifested blade which disappeared into space taking along with it the blood that it had gathered from Oroku's execution, Katsuo turned to regard Kasha with exhaustion plain in his expression.

"I hope you're not a bad guy too. I'm not really in the mood to keep fighting." He said with a weak smile pulling at his countenance. He wasn't sure if his decision to end Oroku's life made him a monster or a fool but this was the path he'd chosen. The only thing left was for him to see it through to the end.

[It kinda seemed like you were leaving that up to me? I'm not totally sure but I hope this is OK! If not, shoot me a PM and I'll cook something else up.]

 

[Michi]

Shiori was in awe of the underground labyrinth below the bakery. She was expecting their efforts were to save cupcakes and perhaps the livelihood of a nice baker, the cupcake-saving the most noble of efforts. She listened to whatever explanations were given but frowned at the stack of papers and the markings on the wall that he explained to Harupia and perhaps her to a lesser extent. She could not see either of those things. She was utterly useless here, this was not a haven for her but perhaps it would be for someone else. She grabbed a stack of papers blindly, she might not know what any of them said but she could probably find someone who could.

This underground refuge would likely become a beacon of hope for the masses in the near future. She was not going to say, her soul was tugging her in a different direction but she would spread the word. "Thank you," Shiori gave a half-bow before she started to back away. She still needed to find Sousuke.

[Topic Left Unless Stopped]​

 

[Sunaku Harupia]

This just seemed to perfect...a shalter for so many people, all these documents...and it was all preapared under the noses of the Sunan Shinobi...well, udner his nose. Sadly it was quite easy to get things past his head lately... "Uri did all this? Heh...As little as Ive known him, it seemed like he would be someone crazy preapred for any circumstance...but this is something else..." He commented to the baker. All of this in a simple bakery... As amazing as this all was, just siting here would do little good...it seemed the other's were still out doig thier deed...it was only fair for him to do the same. Taking some of the notes to read through he went deeper into the complex, seeking out a free Shinobi. He needed a small favour...and a bit of time to plan.

(Consider this an Exit unless someone interupts Haru. Also,posting this as if it was before Kuro's post, since I'd say there would be a bit of time passage beetwen this topic on the one leading to the explosions of the Maw)

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Upset with his failure at the maw Chouryoku Kuro led a group of three hundred ravaged people to the bakery where his Sharingan aspect had noted there was food and good merit available in abundance. His Sharingan aspect had determined the area was safe and capable and as such Chouryoku Kuro was more than a little surprised to find the bakery was actually both a store and a reinforced bunker. As he led the people in other Toraono Clan members whom had helped secure the area maintained vigilance in the alleys and atop the buildings. With twenty warriors available to respond to any set threat and an aspect of Kuro in the lead the families were safe and well cared for. As they filtered into the bakery, Chouryoku Kuro dispersed the Toraono clan members present to return to the Throne of Bone in preparation for a mass team effort to clear pathways for refugees and innocents to travel along without fear of attack or delay. Bowing to Olgav and his brother Oleg Kuro's aspect left a sound crystal that would act as a relay beacon to signal the Toraono Clan or Kuro by simply focusing chakra upon it and speaking, using this method they would break the lack of communication by using Kuro's aspect as a bio crystal communication system. Chouryoku Kuro then took up position near the entrance to the bakery so as to start the plan to act as a living relay.


Moving to this thread from here on out: http://www.ninpocho.com/viewtopic.php?f=513&t=40481&p=170347#p170347