Unorthodox; Yet, Effective [Open, Requesting Kinjutsu Specialists]

[Kazu]

NPC: Watanabe Yorotsu

prologue[/color]"]It was bright and early on a Sunday morning, precisely 08:06, when a dying man began to eat his breakfast. It was rather bland tasting; but really, what more could you expect from a busy hospital? Yorotsu sat up in his bed, pushing the rough and scraggly blankets off of him. Slowly lifting his right hand up, the young man tried his hardest to keep his outstretched arm from trembling. With a little bit of effort, he managed to push away the edge of the rolling table that resting over his bed. As the table gently rolled away, the man swung his legs over the bed and turned to get out of bed. He hesitated just before standing up to repeat a mantra, just something to keep him motivated. After all, it was hard to get up every day knowing that you were one day closer to your fast-approaching death. He'd been diagnosed with early-onset motor neuron disease — his life expectancy was two years at best.

But still, Yorotsu picked himself up off the bed. He got dressed, albeit slowly and clumsily. His face was relaxed, seemingly focused on getting through each individual action that he needed to. It was almost as if he was moving by sheer force of will, refusing to give in to his rapidly declining control. Yorotsu seated himself at a table that was in his room, on which rested many volumes of books. The raven haired man gingerly picked one up, and boorishly fumbled with the pages for a couple of minutes until he'd reached the spot where he'd left off reading last night. He settled into his chair, readying himself for the long wait. The doctors said that a few specialists would probably answer their calls by today, and he might even get a visitor or two that would want to ask some questions. It was certainly an unusual request — it wasn't often that the hospital made an open call for specialists in the field of Human Puppetry. While normally such practices would be shunned in a professional environment, this was a special case. Yorotsu had given his consent for such a dangerous procedure, and the hospital was willing to perform the surgery if they could find someone who would lead the surgical team. That's why they'd sent the request out, you see. They needed someone to turn Yorotsu into a puppet.

Calmly waiting at the table, the dying man read at a fast pace. He was an avid reader, and seemed to be right at home as he became more and more lost in the pages of his book. The door was unlocked, and he wouldn't stop anyone who was trying to enter into the room. Any company was good company these days, and so he simply waited to see if the Fates would send me a miracle.

[ooc: The hospital has sent out an emergency request for anyone who can surgically make a person a Human Puppet. Feel free to enter the thread with whatever reason you can think of for hearing about this emergency request, and we'll figure it out from there.]

 

[Senju Kazuki]

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It would have not passed much time when Yorotsu would hear someone knocking on the door. Although everything pointed toward being an ordinary knock, the sound of knuckles contacting wood would sound strange to the dying man's hears. As if there was a secondary layer covering the flesh of whoever had knocked. Despite being well read, it would be mystery he would not be able to solve just yet. "May I come in?" a voice would question. The tone had been firm and calm, with a subtle hint of sand carried in the voice. Assuming he had received authorization to enter, Aoshi would breach the room and he would close the door behind him. Yorotsu would be see a caucasian male with raven hair and bright green eyes staring at him. A large scar went over the man's right eye and he was fully dressed as a shinobi of Sunagakure. The Sand Chuunin carried a file on his right hand, one that he would open and have a quick glance in silence. "I'm no doctor, but after a brief analysis of your medical file, I can safely say I'm in the presence of a dead man." the Senju craftsman would state. He had yet to introduce himself or, even explain his presence there. Aoshi was one of Sunagakure's Journeyman. He had not been born in Sand, not even in the Wind Country. He, like most of the older folk of his clan, originated from Konohagakure, but due to events they all wanted to forget, had relocated into Sand. Because Yorotsu's condition was incurable, the hospital, after written consent from their patient, had issued an open call for all Journeyman in the village. And that was where the Chuunin entered.

"My name is Aoshi. I am a craftsman, in fact, I am a master craftsman and the only one in the Senju clan. Your condition has peaked my interest. Why don't we start by you telling me what has happened to you and we go from there." the Craftsman would introduce himself as he sat in front of the dying man. Even though there could be empty chairs in the room, the Chuunin opted to create one using his mastery over Sand. A simple, yet comfortable, sandy chair.

OC:
Aoshi is a Sunaku wit affinity with Metal and Wood.​

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Senju Aoshi– Journeyman of the Senju

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[Kazu]

NPC: Watanabe Yorotsu

prologue[/color]"]An odd sounding knock broke the silence of the room, followed by a polite request to enter the room. Yorotsu pulled his eyes away from the printed pages, calling out to his guest in a tired and weak voice. "The door is open. Please, come in." As the door swung open, a man with a gruff face and pleasant sense of humor was revealed. The puppeteer liked that he cut straight to the chase, choosing not the deal with all the formalities. "Let's not be so quick to mark the time of death. I may be at death's door, but I won't go through the pearly gates without a hell of a fight." Yorotsu began to close the book which he still had open, then roughly slid it away from him. He kept his arms on the table, but they still shook and quivered every so often. Even when not doing anything, it was hard for the young man to control his movements. Despite this, his mind had lost none of its cunning or sharpness. As the Chuunin introduced himself, Yorotsu's red eyes would continue to regard his guest with interest and undivided attention. He smiled calmly while his guest spoke of his piqued curiosity and skill as a craftsman — perhaps this was his chance. Taking a breath before he spoke, Yorotsu seemed at peace with the situation. "The pleasure is mine, Senju Aoshi. I am Watanabe Yorotsu, and I imagine that you already understand the severity of my condition." The details would have been included in the emergency request for help that the hospital distributed. "Time is not on my side. This disease is terminal, I'm afraid. Two years, at maximum, is the estimate; though, it's possible that it could happen sooner. My body will soon be unable to move," Almost as if on queue, the young man's arm began to spasm slightly. The dying man weakly held the one arm down with his second, but the effort was futile and the appearance more pitiful than might be expected. A look of deep frustration and pain spread across his face as he continued, "and that's why I've called you here today."

The raven haired man sat back in his seat. He needed to get comfortable. "Are you familiar with the Human Puppet technique, Aoshi?" He'd waited to see how well informed his guest was. Though if he was worth his salt at all, he'd have come to this meeting knowing what they were here to do. "They say it's the only way. They say my body is going to be useless in a year, but will be well past the point of soul-crushingly useless in a few months. As if I wasn't already there, am I right?" The pain and fear was obvious in Yorotsu's eyes. This was a very scary thing to have to go through, knowing that your days were almost at an end. "And that's where you're supposed to come in. I want you to make me a new body — one that's going to last me a long time." Yorotsu's expression was very calm. It seemed he'd already thought this matter over quite significantly. Many people had told him before that either the ethics of such an operation were questionable, or they would otherwise try to convince him that doing this would be a mistake. Yorotsu, however, didn't seem to care about their warnings. He was all in on this idea, and was doing everything in his power to keep the momentum going on this plan. "Now, do you think you could do it?"

 

[Senju Kazuki]

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”The door is open. Please, come in.” the dying Jounin answered after being asked authorization for someone to enter his room. ”Let’s not be so quick to mark the time of death. I may be at death’s door, but I won’t go through the pearly gates without a hell of a fight.” Yorotsu would declare after hearing the Craftsman’s relative joke attempt that he was already dead. The Jounin could not be dead yet, but he was certainly not far from it. The raven haired man noticed as the man’s limbs kept being attacked by slight tremors in a constant manner. Yorotsu closed his book and turned his full focus toward Aoshi. ”The pleasure is mine, Senju Aoshi. I am Watanabe Yorotsu, and I imagine that you already understand the severity of my condition. Time is not on my side. This disease is terminal, I’m afraid. Two years, at maximum, is the estimate; though, it’s possible that it could happen sooner. My body will soon be unable to move, and that’s why I’ve called you here today.” the Jounin explained his situation just like the Chunin had requested. The Senju Craftsman sat in silence. The situation was not better or worse than he had expected. It was exactly as the medical files reported. Aoshi would nod, encouraging Yorotsu to continue his tale.

”Are you familiar with the Human Puppet technique, Aoshi? They say it’s the only way. They say my body is going to be useless in a year, but will be well past the point of soul-crushingly useless in a few months. As if I wasn’t already there, am I right? And that’s where you’re supposed to come in. I want you to make me a new body – one that’s going to last me along time.” And that was it. In a way, Yorotsu was willing to forsake his humanity to ensure he could live a little longer. A deal with the devil of sorts. Forsaking one’s humanity was never seen with good eyes by one’s peers. Aoshi understood that. It was not an easy choice to make, and if the Jounin was willing to take it, then he truly was desperate. Of course, his health condition was practically nonexistent. And judging from the medical’s opinions that had analyzed the guy, his condition was incurable, short for a full body transplant. Which was exactly what Yorotsu wanted. ”Now, do you think you could do it?” he asked the million dollar question.

Aoshi had crafted puppets before, crafting one human-like was not the problem. The real issue would be transferring the Jounin’s heart and brain to the new body. A slight mistake could represent immediate doom for Yorotsu, not that he had much to hope in his current status. ”Crafting puppets is not the problem. I have done so before and I can do it again. Just give me the specifications you want to have and I’ll do it.” the Senju Craftsman admitted. ”The transferring process, however, is another beast. Transferring your heart and brain into your new body is a such a delicate procedure, that if anything goes slightly out of the norm, you will die. And that is something I have never done. Building puppets is one thing, turning you into one is another, entirely different. We will need a medic for this part.” Aoshi would explain. Perhaps there was no need for a doctor, but he had never turned a Human into a Human Puppet before. There was too much risk involved.​

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Senju Aoshi– Journeyman of the Senju

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[Kazu]

NPC: Watanabe Yorotsu

prologue[/color]"]Excitement soured into disappointment, and the puppeteer's face would show his displeasure. His brow had furled into an impossibly tight shape, and his eyes were more than piercing. His tone of voice sounded like he'd just smelled something vile. "Surely you're joking with me? You come all this way out here, and only now do you tell me that you can't actually perform the procedure?!" By the end of his sentence, the man looked absolutely livid. This was such a tease for Yorotsu, being so close to that which he needed most but was unable to achieve. He tried to take a calming breath, but his anger would not be abated. "God fucking damn it!" The young man would let out his last words of protest before slumping back in his chair again, trying to regain his composure. A few deep breaths later, and Yorotsu was back in control. "Alright...okay..." The puppeteer began to think, trying to piece together what he could from the situation. "Aoshi? How about we stay in contact, hrm? I'll send you some mock-ups of what I was thinking for the main body. I appreciate your support and help." As far as Yorotsu was concerned, this meeting was over. This Journeyman, Aoshi, was no more help to him. Sure, the man could probably make good puppets. There was no doubt in Yorotsu's mind that he could make some fine puppets.

However, Yorotsu had been in this game a lot longer than you might think. If it weren't for this condition, he would have just made the puppet body himself. But we wouldn't get full control of his body back until after the procedure, and the puppet body would need to be prepared before then. Against his will, Yorotsu would have to employ the help of someone else. He hated being so dependent on all of these people, unable to do anything for himself. It was ironic that a man who had overcome such great odds by himself, through sheer will power and training, was unable to do a damn thing when it mattered the most. He needed a specialist, not some fucking puppet maker trying to hone his craft. Yorotsu's patience was beginning to grow thin, and he hoped on all that was unholy that someone useful to him would stop by soon.

[ooc: Yorotsu's just being a jerk IC, pay him no mind.]

 

[Senju Kazuki]

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After hearing Yorotsu's outburst, Aoshi would quickly get up from his chair. His seat would crumble into nothingness as the Senju Craftsman walked toward the door and opened it. Before he fully committed himself into leaving the room and the Jounin, the Chuunin turned around. "Do you have any idea of what a Journeyman is? We craft weapons. We scribe special runes into them. We are not medics, we have no knowledge of the human body, except for those that all people have. Expecting any Journeyman to do it is madness from your part. I understand grief may be clouding your judgment, but it still doesn't excuse your rudeness." the raven haired man spoke. His emerald eyes darted the other guy. "If you ever reconsider, you know where to call me. Good luck." he would announce as he turned around once more. Aoshi would close the door as he left the room, perhaps never to return there. And mayhaps never to see the Jounin again.

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