Unread postby AntiNaba » July 8th, 2009, 7:01 pm
Kojira checked the improvised stage, tilting his head to survey the shredded bark on the surrounding trees, the impacted craters, the solemn holes in the ground from hastily thrown kunai. But there was still something missing...
Katafuin, kai.
Udafuin, kai.
Tefuin, zetsushi.
A drawn senbon, a slice, an opened vein, a splattering of blood against a tree. To finish his work, Kojira tore off a piece of his vest, stabbing himself to coat the needle in blood and thrusting them both into the tree. To a casual observer, he had been slammed with a sharp objest, pinned to the wood with enough force to splash his lifefluid over the bark. He pocketed the needle and reactivated his seals, wincing as the more subtle aspects of his augments coaxed his skin, muscle and vessels to replicate at an accelerated rate. The burning as the chakra leaked was never, ever pleasant.
More seals, now, to complete the scene.
Doton: Mugoikeiro
A human-sized mound of dirt rose up and charged in the direction of the village, snapping branches and shifting foliage. A flick of the wrist and Kojira's still-bleeding wound tossed a few drops of blood onto the mound. Hopefully the scent would be enough if they relied on smell, and the mound would carry the stink and destruction all the way to the ghost town. If his partners were too hasty, then his other partners would release the full number of wanderers into the buildings.
Wandering dead... Kojira sniffed, forced chakra into his legs, and leapt forward into the moving mound. The others from his home village would hopefully stick to the plan, it was their job to test his teammates.
Kojira had done all he could. Now that the stage was set, he began thinking of ways to pass the time.
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Pattycake, pattycake, baker's man, bake me a cake...
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In the middle of the scene, a shambling form of shadows rose from beneath the earth, damp clods still sticking to its frame. A quick shake and they were mostly removed, but it detected movement and instinct almost forced it into the ground again. It stopped, deciding to slither up a tree and wait for an ambush. Its legs grew to an enormous size, swelling and gorging on the night around it, before setting foot again on a handy branch six metres above.
Sempai said we're not allowed to hide and kill. We're supposed to wait and show ourselves, Sempai said. We're supposed to wait and hold still, Sempai said, but Sempai didn't say that our wanderers couldn't...
... Sempai might get angry, Sempai is always angry, but Sempai is strange. Sempai's new village is strange. Why does Matriarch ask this of us? Why do I question Matriarch?! I am not meant to question matriarch! MUST KILL SELF. But cannot kill self, that will make Sempai angry. Angry Sempai is Angry.
... I don't like waiting.