KKSD: HIJACKED! (S rank solo)
A clear sky ahead opened a vista of the heavens that was unrivaled anywhere in Mist; a view inparalleled in the world most likely. This high up, the stars seemed so close as to touch and the moon appeared only a stroll away. Large and bright, it shed shadows across the midnight landscape of the village of clouds and paved the way for the man with the silly mission. Hoshikata was wearing black tonight, a dark cloth with no trim or runes. His staff was left in his room, walking unaided and unhindered by any sounds as he fled from obsidian abyss to obsidian abyss. The curtain of darkness was his ally on this night.
His target was a radio tower blinking with a noctural red glow not too distant now, and his aim was to get on that radio. It was the silly sort of thing a prankster might do, but Hoshikata was not above pranking an entire village if it came down to it. He knew there would be security, but he did not care. To the Seer, security was only a temporary obstacle before he got around them. As Luna began her slow decline into the horizon he leapt the buildings surrounding it and found himself face to wall with a bar-be-que restaurant. This was unexpected.
No security, but there were people inside, it seemed. He jimmied the door open and slipped in, his hands forming complicated seals that would leave the members of that troupe sleeping peacefully as he did so. No need for them to be burdened by the idea of a stranger invading this, their sacred of sacreds, their home. Yellowed hands gently slip the man out of the chair controlling the radio equipment and he scans the items before finding what he wanted, a cassette deck for playing tapes.
Hoshikata ejects the one in it, and pops in his own. As the music begins, he smiles and sits down. He was going to have some fun. Once the music slows down, he leans in to the microphone and in a deep voice speaks.
”Close your eyes and let my words wash over you. You are not safe anymore. Welcome to Cloud.”
As he left the restaurant after his show, he would make sure to put the people in a comfortable position as he knew they would be sitting like that for several more hours. A hardened and trained shinobi could snap out of this genjutsu in a moment or two he knew, but these were mere civilians who sought to make a living and he had just interrupted that living for some fun. He would feel bad if they mattered at all to him, but they did not and so he did not.
The walk back to his hotel room was uneventful and rather boring, to say the least. No one accosted him from the darkness, no demons sought his soul. But perhaps there were a few people awake in the night who were now aware of the darkness that lurked on the other side of the veil; people who knew now that when one looks into the void, it is something else altogether looking back into you.
Good night, Cloud. Good night.
A clear sky ahead opened a vista of the heavens that was unrivaled anywhere in Mist; a view inparalleled in the world most likely. This high up, the stars seemed so close as to touch and the moon appeared only a stroll away. Large and bright, it shed shadows across the midnight landscape of the village of clouds and paved the way for the man with the silly mission. Hoshikata was wearing black tonight, a dark cloth with no trim or runes. His staff was left in his room, walking unaided and unhindered by any sounds as he fled from obsidian abyss to obsidian abyss. The curtain of darkness was his ally on this night.
His target was a radio tower blinking with a noctural red glow not too distant now, and his aim was to get on that radio. It was the silly sort of thing a prankster might do, but Hoshikata was not above pranking an entire village if it came down to it. He knew there would be security, but he did not care. To the Seer, security was only a temporary obstacle before he got around them. As Luna began her slow decline into the horizon he leapt the buildings surrounding it and found himself face to wall with a bar-be-que restaurant. This was unexpected.
No security, but there were people inside, it seemed. He jimmied the door open and slipped in, his hands forming complicated seals that would leave the members of that troupe sleeping peacefully as he did so. No need for them to be burdened by the idea of a stranger invading this, their sacred of sacreds, their home. Yellowed hands gently slip the man out of the chair controlling the radio equipment and he scans the items before finding what he wanted, a cassette deck for playing tapes.
Hoshikata ejects the one in it, and pops in his own. As the music begins, he smiles and sits down. He was going to have some fun. Once the music slows down, he leans in to the microphone and in a deep voice speaks.
”Close your eyes and let my words wash over you. You are not safe anymore. Welcome to Cloud.”
As he left the restaurant after his show, he would make sure to put the people in a comfortable position as he knew they would be sitting like that for several more hours. A hardened and trained shinobi could snap out of this genjutsu in a moment or two he knew, but these were mere civilians who sought to make a living and he had just interrupted that living for some fun. He would feel bad if they mattered at all to him, but they did not and so he did not.
The walk back to his hotel room was uneventful and rather boring, to say the least. No one accosted him from the darkness, no demons sought his soul. But perhaps there were a few people awake in the night who were now aware of the darkness that lurked on the other side of the veil; people who knew now that when one looks into the void, it is something else altogether looking back into you.
Good night, Cloud. Good night.