---------------TAMA---------------
With Tama's rage came clarity, and with clarity came the will to erase the illusion. As his chakra bleed into his surroundings and mixed with the natural chakra around him the images of the torture devices, the bleak stone walls and even the roundness of the room would start to melt away, literally. Everything would seem to waver, like water, before falling down around itself. Gone were the dim torches, the creaky metal chains and the blood stained racks, replaced by surprisingly warm wooden floors and stone walls lined with shelves upon shelves of books. A fire roared in a large fireplace on one side of the room while a cozy seating area sat across from it.
Not exactly the kind of room you would think to find in an evil organizations headquarters.
"Iiiiiit found uuuuuus. Howwww did it break the sssspellll?" Came a slow and ragged voice from atop one of the shelving units. When Tama turned to look he would find a short, mal-formed and horribly proportioned . . .
thing wearing a top hat crouched there. Its large bulbous nose was runny with mucus and its long spindly fingers gripped the side of the shelf top so tightly that its greenish skin was turning white. Its eyes, glowing yellow from beneath the shadow of its hat were narrowed with anger, and his whole form was beginning to shake.
"How!?"
---------------SOUSUKE---------------
Kyouzou laughed at the Stewards attempts to put him down and responded, seemingly easily, to all his attacks. However, when his red eyes strayed to the ebon blade, they narrowed slightly as though something were amiss.
"Nice blade. Special." Was all he said, his voice noticeably less 'jovial' than it was before. Something had perturbed him.
"No matter. I wont need it to beat you at your own game." And then they engaged in more intense combat. Slashes, parries, thrusts and jabs, most of which were blocked or avoided, until Sousuke went for Kyouzous shoulder. The giant suddenly stopped moving, and when the axe struck he didnt utter a sound. No cry of pain, nothing.
Kyouzou suddenly leaped away, and as he traveled through the air the plasma axe
melted into Kyouzous armor, becoming one with it. He glowed for a moment before all seemed to go back to what it was.
"Thank you for that, might come in handy later. For now, take these."
He lifted his broadsword into the air and let go of it. Surprisingly it didnt fall to the ground, but hung there as though from an invisible string. It started to rotate midair, and as it did, the other weapons on the walls, numbering in the dozens, started to shake and shift. Kyouzou rotated the shoulder thatd been chopped by the axe,
"This is a unique ability of mine by the way. No reflecting here." Then, all at once, the weapons dislodged themselves from their racks and holsters and whipped up into the air beside Kyouzous broadsword.
"They all act on a will of their own. Can you handle yourself against thirty some opponents steward?"
As though his last word was the go light, all the weapons launched themselves in mass at Sousuke.
--------------OKIBI---------------
The sounds of the scuffle were quickly left behind as Okibi flew down the stairs at break neck speeds. She snapped around corners like a well oiled machine and when she reached the bottom she was nowhere near out of breath. The landing of the stairs opened up on a dark, damp hallway. There were no light sources and the only way she'd be able to get around was by her nose.
But . . . it was so dark.
A shiver ran up Okibi's spine as a sliver of fear worked its way into her spine. Back at the village she had no problem with the dark, but here, in this place that held so many memories for her -
horrible memories - forgetting her fear was so, so much harder. She was almost certain she could see shadows moving out of the corners of her eyes, but whenever she turned her head to look (nearly rolling her head off her shoulders) there was nothing there.
No, she wasnt going to be able to do this in the dark.
Reaching into her body suit, Okibi pulled out a small round disk and poked it with a finger. The disc lit up brightly, shining light and chasing away the darkness around her. It was an old and simple invention of Sousukes, a take on a flashlight but in a small palm sized form, with damn near as much brightness as a floodlight. Her breathing, which had become just slightly labored - and not due to the runnning - evened out slowly once the light was on and she could see what was around her. The hall was narrow, and fairly deep in the earth if the coolness of the air around her were an indication. Water dripped down the walls in some places, growing a strange sort of moss on the hard surface. Cells lined one side of the hall, small and cramped and horribly kept. When she shined her light in them, she saw that there were actually
people inside the cells, the women and children who'd gone missing from Soon's. They shrunk back away from the light, cringing and holding their hands up to sheild their eyes, their limbs shaking with either weakness or fear. Okibi sniffed the air, but she wasnt able to gauge which of the two it was; the air was too thick with the smell of urine, feces and other bodily secretions.
She had to help these people, but first, to take care of the man who helped put them there.
"Come out you sick bastard!" She yelled into the darkness, and noticed that the girls cringed even further away from her at the sound of her risen voice. She used to be just like that, scared of any loud or abrupt noise, anything that moved too quickly. The poor things; she only hoped they had family and friends who loved them as much as hers did.
She waited and listened for any kind of sound, the squeak of a door hinge or the tap of feet against stone, anything that would indicate which direction the Doctor had gone in. For a while, there was nothing . . . but then the whistling started.
And just like that it was like all stops had been pulled. Every woman and child being held in the cells started to
flip their freaking lids. Some started to scream, others wailed and a few others started making noises that were borderline animal. Okibi couldnt help jumping a little when it all started, snapping the light from cell to cell to try to figure out what was wrong with them. And then she realized; it was the whistling. They were afraid of the sound of the whistling.
A new tactic the Doctor seemed to had adopted apparently.
Sneering in the direction of the high pitched, chipper sounding tune, Okibi took off down the hallway, looking into each cell as she zipped by just to be sure he wasnt in any of them. It was hard to tell just where the sound was coming from as it echoed off the stone walls like a cricket chirp in a cave. She'd lost count of how many cells she'd run by when she came across it.
Okibi came to a grinding halt in front of a cell. There was nothing different about it, nothing that set it apart from any of the other cells, aside from the fact that unlike the others which were filled to bursting with captives this one only had one person in it. Actually, because she could barely see it hidden in the shadows at the very back of the cell, she couldnt be entirely sure it
was a person. It's tiny, hunched over form was covered in a sack that was much too large for it's body frame, and it's shoulder length hair was so dirty and matted that she couldnt be quite sure whether it was hair or some kinda of fur. His limbs were so small and skinny, lacking any meat, that surely it could not stand or walk on them. The sounds it made were quiet and high pitched, like the whimpers of a frightened pup.
But it wasnt any of this that had brought Okibi to a stand still, her eyes widened to the point of looking like dinner plates. It was the scent that she'd caught in passing. Underneath all the filth and the grime, the sweat and the piss, was a smell she could never mistake in a hundred years.
It was her own.
Or at least, part of it was; there was no mistaking the essence of herself in it's scent. What . . . in the world did that mean? Had they somehow made a clone of her or something?
"Who are you?" She said into the cell, her voice quiet and slightly accusatory. The small creature stirred in its crouched position, its matted head turning towards her. Okibi frowned when the light of her disc didnt reach the creatures facial features and adjusted the light so that it focused more into a beam than a cone. What she saw when the light hit the creature made her blink.
It didnt look anything like her. Its hair, which she thought was just terribly dirty, was actually a light brown color, and while it
was a filthy mess, the color was still distinguishable. It's features were narrow and sunken because of lack of any real nutrition, but they didnt really resemble her own at all, accept for maybe the tilt of it's nose, but then, there were probably many people out there who had a nose like hers. She was starting to think she'd been completely wrong and had just imagined what she'd smelled when her eyes reached it's own.
And she had to stop again, because she was thrown for another loop. Although the little creature in the cell didnt resemble her in any physical way as far as she could tell, there was something about it's eyes that were just uncanny.
They were the exact same shade of pink as hers.
