1 Revelations and Discoveries [Open/Training/No Killing] Fri Nov 21, 2014 10:21 pm
Dameon
D-rank
Finally the main reason he had come to Suna was now close at hand. He had hid the reason from others and even protected the secret as if he was really hiding something. In reality he didn’t completely know why he was drawn to the desolate village out in the sand dunes. His lack of sleeping lately bringing revelations to light in the form of nightmares and visions. Along with the dream of him killing his friends while being unable to stop himself. In his dreams he was tied to a cross in the middle of the desert and was set on fire as he watched a man in the shadows kill his friends. Just before he burned alive he would discover that the man in the shadows was himself. He had no idea what this meant but the desert lingered in his mind and he had been drawn to it all the way from Taki. Now he just needed to figure out why he was out in the middle of nowhere in the hot desert heat. Dunes larger than himself stood in front of him and he felt like going over them would kill him within time. He was still unused to the desert and he hated the way whenever he had to walk up a dune it took forever because of the sand sliding backward. It was a world where one step forward was really two steps back. One he was over the dune though walking became a breeze.
He had been in Suna and around Suna a few days now and was slowly getting used to the heat though it still had its moments. The sand being blasted in his face was the more annoying part though he realized this was the wind country for a reason. It was still a radically different change from what he was used to back in Kiri. It reminded him of his past lover from Suna and how she was always kind of cold in Kiri and he could now understand why. Having grown up in the sand and been used to the heat and moving to somewhere wet and damp would feel extremely different and it was. Both environments had a tendency to be harsh in one way or another but at list in Kiri there was water to keep you alive unlike the desert. As he continued to walk and somewhat slide down yet another sand dune he could tell in the distance that this would keep going on for a lot longer than he had expected. There were very few trees and shade and no places to get water but luckily he had a decent sized canteen for when he got thirsty. He didn’t even truly know what he was looking for except he expected he would know when he discovered it. He was looking for some sign to validate his dreams or learn the reason why he was so drawn to this barren wasteland of a place.
A few more minutes of walking he stopped and pulled out his canteen to take in some of the water he brought with him. It was then that his ear twitched slightly. He had heard something, something different from what he had been used to during his entire trek through the desert. He put the canteen away slowly after only having taken a mouthful. Whatever had made the noise had stopped and the sound that he had heard sounded like someone walking behind him or following him. He turned around slowly looking for any signs someone was following him. He didn’t see anything and he no longer heard anything. He kneeled down slowly to touch his finger to the ground and sense the area around him but there was no need. Whoever was following him recognized the sensing jutsu he was about to use and made themselves known by sprinting behind Dameon a good ten feet away. He turned around and there was a man in a robe his face hidden by shadows. His robe was the color of the sand a good camouflage that allowed him to move freely in the desert without attracting much attention. Something was different though, it was no ordinary man. The man just stood there and did nothing. Why follow him all the way out here if he was going to just stand there and do nothing. A slight grin appeared on Dameon’s face. He finally had realized who exactly was standing in front of him. Zeta.
“Hello again Dameon. What brings you to this god forsaken place?” Zeta asked his face becoming visible as he adjusted his line of sight and let the sun catch it. He looked the same age and completely unchanged from every other time he had seen him. He was being just as mysterious as always. His arms and hands folded into the robe to not expose much skin to the ruthlessness of the sun above.
“Hello Zeta. My nightmares have lead me here,” Dameon answered dropping his guard now knowing that Zeta was a friend not and enemy. He had not seen him around in a while; the last time was when he had nearly died to Seven Bells. While in a coma Zeta had appeared to him somehow and helped him through it and brought him back to the world of the living with only a short time to go before he had died.
“Ah yes. The dreams where you die bound and burned while you are forced to watch your loved ones die at your own hands. Only you would come to a place where you are supposed to die Dameon. You truly are unique. Most people would have avoided the desert like the plague after having the vivid dreams you have been having lately,” Zeta said in his usual emotionless tone. The way he talked made him seem very wise and you knew he was the moment the words flowed from his mouth.
“How do you know about my nightmares?” Dameon asked with a puzzling look on his face, curious now as to how the man could see his nightmares and even show up as an intelligent life form while he was in a coma. It was a question he had been meaning to ask ever since the incident and now he finally had.
“There is a great deal that I know young Shikyo. I know everything about your life. Every little detail, I could tell you things about yourself that you didn’t even know. I am in your blood and I am in your mind and always will be to help guide you,” Zeta said lowering the hood of his robe revealing the rest of his head. With his gray hair falling down to each side of his face.
“You are an illusion? A figment of my imagination?” Dameon asked trying to comprehend what exactly he was being told by the very person who had founded his clan centuries ago.
“I am more like a spiritual guide. It is true that I do not exist on the physical plane but I am very much here on an intelligent level. I know you grow curious about your life as a boy. Why you were banished from your village. Why your parents didn’t help you. You wonder what is going on with them today. If they still think about you or care about you. The only thing I can say is that you should try and visit as soon as possible,” Zeta said explaining himself before turning around to walk away.
“Wait, you wouldn’t happen to know why I am being drawn here would you?” Dameon asked taking a step forward.
“Other than speaking to me? I suppose it would have something to do with what is on the other side of this dune. Until next time Dameon,” Zeta said before vanishing as he walked away like a mirage.
His curiosity had now gotten the better of him. What exactly was on the other side of the dune? He ran up the dune as quickly as he could and could see something lying in the sand. He ran down the dune sliding with every step that would almost cause him to lose his balance. It was a person lying face down in the sand and had been covered up so that he was almost completely invisible in the sand. The blowing wind must have made the fabric of his shirt visible. He pulled the body out knowing fully well that the man was dead. The attire was almost completely sand blaster off of him but a scroll was still in the dead shinobi’s pouch. He pulled it out and carefully broke the seal and unrolled the paper. It was blank. Dameon knew something was off about it. Being ANBU he knew a few ways to hide messages not meant for other people’s eyes. Here was not the time to do such a thing though. With a sandstorm coming in he turned around to race back to the village of Suna and to the hotel he was staying at to try and figure out the mystery. He had arrived back just before nightfall and made his way through the gates and toward his hotel the scroll in his pouch as he raced through the crowd of people to get to the hotel. Rather than continue his journey to the hotel he found it curious why it was so busy. He had almost overlooked the fact that nearly everyone in the village was outside and staring at something. He turned around and saw that there was something posted on the public board. It was a picture and of the same man he had just discovered in the desert. Above the picture it said “Wanted” and below there was a reward listed for a very high amount of ryo. He almost regretted not bringing him back to the village but the real prize he hoped he was holding onto already.
1,671WC
Perception: A-2 to A-3: 1,625
46wc left over.
He had been in Suna and around Suna a few days now and was slowly getting used to the heat though it still had its moments. The sand being blasted in his face was the more annoying part though he realized this was the wind country for a reason. It was still a radically different change from what he was used to back in Kiri. It reminded him of his past lover from Suna and how she was always kind of cold in Kiri and he could now understand why. Having grown up in the sand and been used to the heat and moving to somewhere wet and damp would feel extremely different and it was. Both environments had a tendency to be harsh in one way or another but at list in Kiri there was water to keep you alive unlike the desert. As he continued to walk and somewhat slide down yet another sand dune he could tell in the distance that this would keep going on for a lot longer than he had expected. There were very few trees and shade and no places to get water but luckily he had a decent sized canteen for when he got thirsty. He didn’t even truly know what he was looking for except he expected he would know when he discovered it. He was looking for some sign to validate his dreams or learn the reason why he was so drawn to this barren wasteland of a place.
A few more minutes of walking he stopped and pulled out his canteen to take in some of the water he brought with him. It was then that his ear twitched slightly. He had heard something, something different from what he had been used to during his entire trek through the desert. He put the canteen away slowly after only having taken a mouthful. Whatever had made the noise had stopped and the sound that he had heard sounded like someone walking behind him or following him. He turned around slowly looking for any signs someone was following him. He didn’t see anything and he no longer heard anything. He kneeled down slowly to touch his finger to the ground and sense the area around him but there was no need. Whoever was following him recognized the sensing jutsu he was about to use and made themselves known by sprinting behind Dameon a good ten feet away. He turned around and there was a man in a robe his face hidden by shadows. His robe was the color of the sand a good camouflage that allowed him to move freely in the desert without attracting much attention. Something was different though, it was no ordinary man. The man just stood there and did nothing. Why follow him all the way out here if he was going to just stand there and do nothing. A slight grin appeared on Dameon’s face. He finally had realized who exactly was standing in front of him. Zeta.
“Hello again Dameon. What brings you to this god forsaken place?” Zeta asked his face becoming visible as he adjusted his line of sight and let the sun catch it. He looked the same age and completely unchanged from every other time he had seen him. He was being just as mysterious as always. His arms and hands folded into the robe to not expose much skin to the ruthlessness of the sun above.
“Hello Zeta. My nightmares have lead me here,” Dameon answered dropping his guard now knowing that Zeta was a friend not and enemy. He had not seen him around in a while; the last time was when he had nearly died to Seven Bells. While in a coma Zeta had appeared to him somehow and helped him through it and brought him back to the world of the living with only a short time to go before he had died.
“Ah yes. The dreams where you die bound and burned while you are forced to watch your loved ones die at your own hands. Only you would come to a place where you are supposed to die Dameon. You truly are unique. Most people would have avoided the desert like the plague after having the vivid dreams you have been having lately,” Zeta said in his usual emotionless tone. The way he talked made him seem very wise and you knew he was the moment the words flowed from his mouth.
“How do you know about my nightmares?” Dameon asked with a puzzling look on his face, curious now as to how the man could see his nightmares and even show up as an intelligent life form while he was in a coma. It was a question he had been meaning to ask ever since the incident and now he finally had.
“There is a great deal that I know young Shikyo. I know everything about your life. Every little detail, I could tell you things about yourself that you didn’t even know. I am in your blood and I am in your mind and always will be to help guide you,” Zeta said lowering the hood of his robe revealing the rest of his head. With his gray hair falling down to each side of his face.
“You are an illusion? A figment of my imagination?” Dameon asked trying to comprehend what exactly he was being told by the very person who had founded his clan centuries ago.
“I am more like a spiritual guide. It is true that I do not exist on the physical plane but I am very much here on an intelligent level. I know you grow curious about your life as a boy. Why you were banished from your village. Why your parents didn’t help you. You wonder what is going on with them today. If they still think about you or care about you. The only thing I can say is that you should try and visit as soon as possible,” Zeta said explaining himself before turning around to walk away.
“Wait, you wouldn’t happen to know why I am being drawn here would you?” Dameon asked taking a step forward.
“Other than speaking to me? I suppose it would have something to do with what is on the other side of this dune. Until next time Dameon,” Zeta said before vanishing as he walked away like a mirage.
His curiosity had now gotten the better of him. What exactly was on the other side of the dune? He ran up the dune as quickly as he could and could see something lying in the sand. He ran down the dune sliding with every step that would almost cause him to lose his balance. It was a person lying face down in the sand and had been covered up so that he was almost completely invisible in the sand. The blowing wind must have made the fabric of his shirt visible. He pulled the body out knowing fully well that the man was dead. The attire was almost completely sand blaster off of him but a scroll was still in the dead shinobi’s pouch. He pulled it out and carefully broke the seal and unrolled the paper. It was blank. Dameon knew something was off about it. Being ANBU he knew a few ways to hide messages not meant for other people’s eyes. Here was not the time to do such a thing though. With a sandstorm coming in he turned around to race back to the village of Suna and to the hotel he was staying at to try and figure out the mystery. He had arrived back just before nightfall and made his way through the gates and toward his hotel the scroll in his pouch as he raced through the crowd of people to get to the hotel. Rather than continue his journey to the hotel he found it curious why it was so busy. He had almost overlooked the fact that nearly everyone in the village was outside and staring at something. He turned around and saw that there was something posted on the public board. It was a picture and of the same man he had just discovered in the desert. Above the picture it said “Wanted” and below there was a reward listed for a very high amount of ryo. He almost regretted not bringing him back to the village but the real prize he hoped he was holding onto already.
1,671WC
Perception: A-2 to A-3: 1,625
46wc left over.