My Darling Homura...
The letter was simple enough, a plain white unmarked envelope left on your pillow. Inside there was a roughly scrawled note, the letters were large and uneven, the ink was dark and carried with it a putrid smell. Something clung to the 'ink', powdery and fine, it collected in gobs over the letters on the lower portion of the page. A fine mist of powder hung in the air upon opening the letter, it might be unnoticeable but Homura was a trained fighter, perhaps he would notice something amiss. Hopefully he noticed too late, that would ruin her fun.
[legend="The Note"]I aM<i></i> stiLl wAitinG for tha<i></i>t drinK. WhEn </FONTFACE>yOu</SIZE><i></i> <SIZE size="200">wAKe up we will hAve sOme r<FONTFACE fontface="helvetica">eAl fuN.[/legend]
The note was unsigned but it was likely that he already knew who it was from. The letter was laced with a potent toxin, much like lullaby powder if it was made of acid. If he breathed in only a granule of the the cruel mixture his body would seize with pain for several minutes before he fell "asleep."
Oh how I misssssed you darling...
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What occurred during this interlude could only be assumed, but upon arousal of the wakening kind Homura would find himself in a rather different place indeed. The Remnants of the Seat, destroyed along with the Kazekage Tower little remained but the scattered debris of a once ...not entirely pathetic village's governing structures once stood. "It had been almost a day," she whined as she sat cross-legged on a large flat boulder several feet from him. "I don't know why you neglect me so," she complained as she uncrossed her legs and sauntered closer Homura. "But no worriesss, although you might not recall the eventsss of the last hour or ssso..." *clap* *clap* *clap* She clapped her hands together lightly thrice before she added, "bravo."
Today was a special day, at least for Homura. While he was not bound, the same could not be said for the youths, many less than 13 that she had corralled and tethered with chains to the massive boulders. Homura was wounded but those injuries were self inflicted. The blood has already dried and most of it was his own. Of those bound, several were shivering in a puddle of piss, others were trying to be discrete as they tried to file away at the massive chains that held them. Still others, she was having fun with. A vat of acid, or it could only be assumed that is what it once contained has already been utilized, scarring and mortally wounding several. Some had already been reduced to piles of quivering flesh, still holding onto life in such an unfortunate state. It was a great distraction for the bored woman, making others suffer. These children held no value. Nothing did, this crusade by the Cabal, the honor of these shinobi, not even her own life. There was something about that fact that caused her to ache.
"Wakey Wakey... We have babiesss to ssslaughter."
The letter was simple enough, a plain white unmarked envelope left on your pillow. Inside there was a roughly scrawled note, the letters were large and uneven, the ink was dark and carried with it a putrid smell. Something clung to the 'ink', powdery and fine, it collected in gobs over the letters on the lower portion of the page. A fine mist of powder hung in the air upon opening the letter, it might be unnoticeable but Homura was a trained fighter, perhaps he would notice something amiss. Hopefully he noticed too late, that would ruin her fun.
[legend="The Note"]I aM<i></i> stiLl wAitinG for tha<i></i>t drinK. WhEn </FONTFACE>yOu</SIZE><i></i> <SIZE size="200">wAKe up we will hAve sOme r<FONTFACE fontface="helvetica">eAl fuN.[/legend]
The note was unsigned but it was likely that he already knew who it was from. The letter was laced with a potent toxin, much like lullaby powder if it was made of acid. If he breathed in only a granule of the the cruel mixture his body would seize with pain for several minutes before he fell "asleep."
Oh how I misssssed you darling...
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What occurred during this interlude could only be assumed, but upon arousal of the wakening kind Homura would find himself in a rather different place indeed. The Remnants of the Seat, destroyed along with the Kazekage Tower little remained but the scattered debris of a once ...not entirely pathetic village's governing structures once stood. "It had been almost a day," she whined as she sat cross-legged on a large flat boulder several feet from him. "I don't know why you neglect me so," she complained as she uncrossed her legs and sauntered closer Homura. "But no worriesss, although you might not recall the eventsss of the last hour or ssso..." *clap* *clap* *clap* She clapped her hands together lightly thrice before she added, "bravo."
Today was a special day, at least for Homura. While he was not bound, the same could not be said for the youths, many less than 13 that she had corralled and tethered with chains to the massive boulders. Homura was wounded but those injuries were self inflicted. The blood has already dried and most of it was his own. Of those bound, several were shivering in a puddle of piss, others were trying to be discrete as they tried to file away at the massive chains that held them. Still others, she was having fun with. A vat of acid, or it could only be assumed that is what it once contained has already been utilized, scarring and mortally wounding several. Some had already been reduced to piles of quivering flesh, still holding onto life in such an unfortunate state. It was a great distraction for the bored woman, making others suffer. These children held no value. Nothing did, this crusade by the Cabal, the honor of these shinobi, not even her own life. There was something about that fact that caused her to ache.
"Wakey Wakey... We have babiesss to ssslaughter."