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The man known as only Pestilence left his prison, only his dignity marred or so he thought. His sister Miné was not so fortunate, she was a trap for those ANBU hopefuls and they fell for it and she was going to die a pawn of the Diamyō's ambitions. The thought that he too would soon die never even crossed his mind, it would have if he considered the consequences of his actions. If he followed the creed of the Four Winds. There was a reason they abandoned their previous life, their affiliations, their friends, their heritage, titles and even family. He was able to discard every last thing. Every last thing less her he could turn his back on -- he did not even miss them or yearn for what could have been. He was Pestilence, nothing more and nothing less. There was nothing that could draw him out. There was nothing that could force him to act without thinking. At least that was how it should have been but logic and reason were discarded when it came to his sister. He did not care about the consequences. He did not even consider his own welfare as he broke into this fortified subterranean community.
Pestilence traversed the desert, while hours passed it felt like minutes in his mind. The sun was hard but his flesh did not burn, he was used to hard times. His pallid sibling on the other hand could not say the same. Overheated and dehydrated despite her brother being the one who did all of the work, the behemoth of a man rushed through the Toraono Dojo without hesitation. There were attempts to stop him, but he pushed on past. He did not stop to fight and it was actually to their benefit -- one should never fight a desperate man.
"I will get you the help you need..." He whispered his assurance to his sister again and again.
He would break through the double doors of the brightly lit medical center. The sickly girl limp in his arms, Pestilence would shout "I NEED HELP!" His face red, beads of sweat would flow freely from his face and he would hand the girl off to the nearest medic. Anyone would do -- they knew medical ninjutsu and they might be able to save her. They might be able to stop the poison that ran through her veins. He wanted to stay, desperately so but he would not. He had people to kill and vengeance to he had. He would be going after the root of all evil with reckless abandon. With a last tight embrace he would whisper into his sister's ear, "I love you."
This would be the last time they saw each other.
Pestilence ran away.
This is a run topic for Pestilence ONLY -- he leaves in 30 min. However, Miné
Gates


The man known as only Pestilence left his prison, only his dignity marred or so he thought. His sister Miné was not so fortunate, she was a trap for those ANBU hopefuls and they fell for it and she was going to die a pawn of the Diamyō's ambitions. The thought that he too would soon die never even crossed his mind, it would have if he considered the consequences of his actions. If he followed the creed of the Four Winds. There was a reason they abandoned their previous life, their affiliations, their friends, their heritage, titles and even family. He was able to discard every last thing. Every last thing less her he could turn his back on -- he did not even miss them or yearn for what could have been. He was Pestilence, nothing more and nothing less. There was nothing that could draw him out. There was nothing that could force him to act without thinking. At least that was how it should have been but logic and reason were discarded when it came to his sister. He did not care about the consequences. He did not even consider his own welfare as he broke into this fortified subterranean community.
Pestilence traversed the desert, while hours passed it felt like minutes in his mind. The sun was hard but his flesh did not burn, he was used to hard times. His pallid sibling on the other hand could not say the same. Overheated and dehydrated despite her brother being the one who did all of the work, the behemoth of a man rushed through the Toraono Dojo without hesitation. There were attempts to stop him, but he pushed on past. He did not stop to fight and it was actually to their benefit -- one should never fight a desperate man.
"I will get you the help you need..." He whispered his assurance to his sister again and again.
He would break through the double doors of the brightly lit medical center. The sickly girl limp in his arms, Pestilence would shout "I NEED HELP!" His face red, beads of sweat would flow freely from his face and he would hand the girl off to the nearest medic. Anyone would do -- they knew medical ninjutsu and they might be able to save her. They might be able to stop the poison that ran through her veins. He wanted to stay, desperately so but he would not. He had people to kill and vengeance to he had. He would be going after the root of all evil with reckless abandon. With a last tight embrace he would whisper into his sister's ear, "I love you."
This would be the last time they saw each other.
Pestilence ran away.
[Topic Entered and Attempted to Leave: 30 Min. S Rank (Pestilence). 4 Hours (240 Minutes). D Rank (Miné)]
<i></i>This is a run topic for Pestilence ONLY -- he leaves in 30 min. However, Miné