Open The Plague in the Flame's Maw (Req. Michino) [Second Chaos Era]

[Chikamatsu Shin]

The announcement was strong and unexpected. Shifting through the crowds organized below, a man with an ornate bird like mask would have no problem making his way to the base of the structure the 13th Kazekage was speaking from. Those in his way seemed to willingly move before contact was ever made.

Plague would enter the building quickly, and as the posted guards would begin to recognize the sense of a presence of someone they would find themselves being pulled to sleep. The Oracle had a way with not only knowledge, but poisons and genjutsu which allowed him to be able to slip by unnoticed almost anytime he desired. Plague would finally find the way to the room that housed the balcony from which Michino gave his statement. The previous Kazekage would hear bodies be dropped outside of the room as the masked man plunged syringes of intoxicating mixtures silently into the guards' necks.

'Lord 13, I feel as though it is time we talk. أولاً، اسمح لي أن أهنئك على حصولك على اللقب الموقر "كازيكاجي"، على الرغم من أنني أخشى أن يكون توقيتي متأخرًا.'

The telepathic message would be sent out from behind the door as the handle would slowly turn and open, revealing the clocked man. His black attire was hard to look at and the smell of various herbs and floral would waft through the air pleasantly.

Flamboyantly, Plague would cross one leg in front of the other, bowing at the waste, with his right palm on his abdomen and his left arm extended widely. He would rest here for a moment to await a response.

'I am known as the Oracle Plague. Momentous occasions such as this require my Order to act quickly and accurately.'

With a flick of his wrist, Plague would cast his Secret Art: Doctrine Seal technique to cause a floating parchment made of ink appear. It would begin to transcribe the events and words exchanged in this meeting with clear detail.

'Shall our interview begin, my lord?'

Spoiler: Runic Terran

First allow me to congratulate you on earning the esteemed title of Kazekage, though i fear my timing is late.

Spoiler: CRPJ

CRPJ's Effect: Allows the user to document events happening by having chakra form paper. The paper floats in the air near the caster as the caster's Mind Thread Jutsu links to the paper allowing ink to appear on the materialized document taking detailed notes on the actions, thoughts, or any other information desired. As the details lengthen so does the paper, naturally rolling into a scroll. Upon completion of the jutsu the paper tightly roles into a scroll and ink forms a seal keeping the information private until the caster connects their Mind Thread Jutsu to unravel the seal.

 

[Toraono Michino]

As Michino turned away from the audience below him the first order of business was to get out of those damn robes. Even having been retailored to fit his massive frame, so much cloth on his body did not suit to his tastes. He would show the robes their due respect as he slowly undid the cloth belt that held them together; at least, until it got stuck.

“Hey, one of you guys help me out he-” the unmistakable thump of a body falling onto the ground made the giant look up from his waist to see a mysterious man in a plague mask between two of his loyal guards from the Toraono clan. Those were not men easily put to sleep. The Sharingan spun as his purple eyes became red and the skull of his panther Soosano enveloped the previous Kazekage in a protective layer that lifted him off the ground enough to form a spine, scapula, clavicle, and entire right arm all made entirely of fire bone. Those purple burning claws of a single panther hand hovered menacingly as the mystery person introduced themselves with a greeting; then a language he did not understand.

Michino could be Kazekage all he wanted, that didn’t mean he was a smart person.

“I don’t care if your the ghost of Primus, you better have a damn good explanation for removing my guards. A simple meeting, after, my announcement would have sufficed all the same.”

The room would heat up now, surely making that large overcoat and mask Plague was wearing a little difficult to stay comfortable in. Michino’s naturally fired-ladened chakra began to crisp things up. Nearby plants were starting to wilt. A cup of liquid was steaming. Two purple lances of flames shot right past the intruder to cover the guards he had knocked out that were lifted and then placed safely into his panther soosano. He had no problem burning the entire building and everything inside. Keeping those he deemed worth of protection was little more than an extra thought, especially when using such a low-level version of his eye’s power. Had he wrapped it in flesh and clothing as he had done in instinct during the civil war the entire room would have burst into flames.

“The Oracles mostly reside in an airship far above our village. If they wanted to record something from me, Sennin Sora should have directly contacted me. Such low-level intrusions are not his style. So, tell me, exactly what is it you’re seeking to record? If it’s on how quickly I can bar-b-q a human body, the answer is thirty seconds or less.”

Things started catching fire within the room.

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

Standing still as the two jets of raging inferno launched past him the Oracle known as Plague stood still. Unphased. The small quill of chakra formed ink writing quickly as it recorded every detail within this room. Form the wilting plants to the ravenous flames consuming all of the oxygen present.

Extending his arms to his side the telepathic messages would continue.

`Now, now, what a quick temper. Is this how you treat all of your guests? I must say, if I didn't know any better I would take this as a threat to an Oracle. Surely that's not what this is.`

As the message was sent a subtle infusion of chakra would be sent as well creating a growing sense of anxiety and fear if successful. Taking a step towards The Last Kazekage, Plague would extend a hand. Shifting it to the side to gesture towards the nearby tables an audible grin could be heard through the telepathy.

`Lord Sora has no claim of authority over me, Toarono. He woukd not be where he is today if it were not explicitly for my intervention in his life. Now let's sit down like adults, before one of use has to be controlled like a child. `

Moments would pass before he would continue.

`Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Under what order or circumstances did you find yourself worth of selection to become the thirteenth Kazekage? In your short stay on the throne, do you truly believe you understand what is best for Sunagakure? `

He paused for a second, the scent of decaying flesh filling the room as Plague began to release pheromones into the burning air.

`And a personal question, one where there are incorrect answers, what part did you play into thr fall of the twelth Kazekage? `

 

[Toraono Ryota]

That announcement... It was just weird, what was more weird was to see his brother in those clothing if you asked the boy. He would be standing with hands behind his head and just as Micchino went away, so would he... Until he noticed something was off. ' Nah... right? ' He would slowly make his way towards the entrance and found that they were all asleep. "oi..." He would bap one but there would be no reaction. "What..." he muttered softly as he checked for a pulse. There was one, steady too. Breathing steady... this guy was asleep. Ryota started to frown and push the man and started to move. That was when the place was getting a bit warm. "God damn brother... Turning everything into a sauna in the Sahara." He whispered a curse under his breath, he was just annoyed that he couldn't go and be lazy all he wanted now.

However, finding those guards already put him on his guard. Activating the Byakugan he would move towards the door. His nose started to pick up a smell of decay, which gave him already goosebumps. ' This doesn't smell good..' He would try to be a bit more stealthy. Activating his Active Camo. Sneaking as best as he could to the door, the warmth was getting quite hot and he did not regret the active camo right now. He tried to get a peek to see what was going on before forming an action on what to do.

[topic entered]
Jutsu used; Active Camo

 

[Toraono Michino]

Perhaps it was the scent of death wafting from the man, the correction of Sora’s status over the Oracles, or the sensation of his brother downstairs suddenly vanishing; but something made Michino back down. The purple cat skull dispersed, his eyes receding back down to a normal Sharingan before his large right hand reached up and grasped the air with force enough to cause his fingers hitting palm to clap. The heat in its entirity vanished. Where flames had sprouted before, not even smoldering remains were left behind. Just gentle wisps of smoke that slowly flowed out of the room and towards the opening in the balcony. Michino kneeled down to touch the back of either guard’s neck to wake the up with a jolt to their chakra system before nodding his head back towards the balcony. Confused as they were and ashamed for having fell prey to some kind of poison or genjutsu, the two obeyed and left the room to the former Kazekage and Plague.

“You would imply immaturity to me, yet it is you who entered with uncouth methods. A simple request for my presence at my earliest convenience would have sufficed - instead you shame my comrades. Let this be my first, and last, warning; do not think to shame Sunagakure ever again. You do your Order ill service with such methods, especially following a war we just barely scraped out of.”

The old Toraono was no stranger to politics. After all the last twenty or so years leading to him becoming the 13th had been spent wrangling cats, so to speak, in the many Toraono Lords attempting to take control of the clan. Michino firmly believed the only person who could pass on the title was the Demonbeast King himself, and he would not have it any other way. Years of dodging actual combat with words were a part of his repertoire, and a reason why he had sought to end things with Wei in a more peaceful manner. Fool he was for this, as it was clear Wei had no intentions of going peacefully. Turning his back to Plague, the large man stalked over to one of the desks to grab a chair, dragging it back towards the center of the room with its back to the balcony once more before flopping down into it. His heavy frame caused the wood to creak in protest but, as any good wood built in Suna was, did not bend. Leaning towards his left with a fist to prop up his head he gave the mysterious Oracle his answers,

“I didn’t decide that, not personally. The Old Council of nobles and shinobi of Yesteryear chose me, and the Takahashi backed it,” he decided not to name Sousuke personally.
“When they came to me, I was entirely against a coup. It is not in my blood to fight my own, and as far as I’m concerned every Sunan is my sibling. Yet the terror Wei had drawn across the desert and the fact he was using my clan to specifically sow his evil had long ago struck a nerve. I saw a chance to restore order to our once great village, that is all. I simply chose the wrong method of attempting a shock arrest and forcing Wei to stand down which resulted in…far more death than I had accounted for.” The second question brought a quirk in Michino’s eyebrows, one raising higher than the other in genuine questioning.

“None? I was still mostly in retirement when the 12th was taken from us. From everything I’ve heard it was an Ancient of the Flame Courts that fell Chikamatsu Shin, and I laid him low during the war.” His index finger tapped against the chair, basic morse code to tell his brother, wherever he was hiding, to stand down.

“Next,” he spoke plainly still annoyed as his Sharingan red eyes stayed firmly active in staring down the masked man.

 

[Chikamatsu Shin]

As the room sat in silence when Plague spoke, he would continue to communicate with the last Kazekage of Sunagakure.

`Placing a request at your earliest convenience would not suffice. Actions have happened at your hand and immediate recordi making is required, else your mind shall be hazed on the specifics of this action.`

Plague would gesture of his shoulder as the floating piece of parchment and inky quil wrote at the feverish speed

`And how would I be shaming Suagakure when I myself am a product of this village? If anything I believe you are projecting your shame that arizes from your staff being unable to stop a simple scholar from entering your room, though I do have the advantages of being trained by many of the Lords and Ladies that rule over the ancient shinobi clans within our subterranean empire. Skills that have served me will as both an Oracle and a Shinobi.`

Reaching out into the still warmed room, the 12th would manifest a small wooden cup as small vines would seemingly crawl out of his sleeve. Placing his other hand over the tip of the rim, steaming water would form from his affinity of both Water Release and Fire Release, causing the near boiling water to pour into the cup and begin brewing with the leaves from his Wood Release.

He paused for a second, turning his beak to the Toraono and gesturing towards the cup with a flare.

`Tea?`

He woud then pause to listen to what the man had to say. If he accepted the Tea, plague would make him a cup as well. The scent was reminiscent of bergamot and oolong with a soft subtlety that favoured a more exotic floral scent of a blue hued bell flower that only grew in the far reaches of the Land of Water.

The first audible sound would slip from Shin's lips, A sound that perhaps the two Toraono near him would recognize if they were present for his public announcements or if they ever had a visit in the Omni Prime Medical Facility before his ascension, a faint chuckle.

`I too can relate to the sensation of an outlier trying to pose as or condemn my clan through their uncouth ways. Though, it could be said that the actions you were forced to take did eventally lead to a net positive rather than a net negative. I suppose I should thank you for taking up a role that was given to you in the stead of the Twelfth as if it weren't for the disappearance of the Overseer, none of this would have happened.`

Shin would remove his bird like mask, exposing his face to the Thirteenth. He would nonchalantly take a sip of his tea. His kind and soft effeminate features drastically contrasted from the beast and monsterlike blood that ran through Michino's veins. The man of a smaller statue would set his cup down, before his sapphiric eyes locked back onto the flame summoning beast's sharingan. Shin had no fear to look directly into their crimson hues. one of Lord Kazuki's first lessons in his academy years was exactly how to counter and gouge them out of a shinobi with the Uchiha's Kekkei Genkai.

"Now, if we shall speak plainly now, what are your plans now that you passed the burden of Kazekage to the Sennins? Do you wish to return to retirement or do you still seek to sit in the village as a pillar of strength and guardianship?"

Shin took another sip of his tea, waiting for an answer.

[MFT:600]