1 Blood an Herbs (A rank mission- Private) Fri Feb 06, 2015 5:46 pm
Sero
S-rank
Sero stood within his room at the haunted manor. Mist trailed along the ground like thick and thin tendrils. Each passing breeze like a cold whisper of the dead moving the mist along its path. Cracks filled with creeping and crawling things skittered away as the thick white substance invaded. As it traveled along the ground with the winds help it seemed to blanket the area. Whatever was below it seemed hidden as it moved. Dried spots of blood hidden like a dirty secret where blood had splattered along the stones here or the wall there. Even within the mansion the mist creeped. Its dark halls blanketed by the mist on the first floor as spiders crawled up the walls to evade its cold grasp. Night had fallen on the Osada manor. Still with its large walls covered in creeping vines and broken or dirtied windows on window near the top remained intact. A single candle light flickered within. Its dim light the only hint of life. Still something else besides the mist creeped within. Something that sent shivers down the spine and raised the hairs on the back of the neck. Sero was the only one here and he appeared as man, but felt like a monster.
His dull grey eyes stared at the window, the single clean, unbroken window in this place. His reflection in it seemed little more then a phantom. A spirit they say haunted this place. Truth was he was this places only haunt, though the building did creak and groan of its own will at times. His eyes took in the mist for a time before he let his grave touched gaze lower to his pale hands. Within his fingers was a single slip of paper. A scroll with a mission in it dictating what he was to do. Some Herbs in the nearby woods needed to be gathered, but it had become a dangerous place infested with criminal scum and animals. Not that there was any difference in his eyes. Each bled and died the same. Either way if they were sending him in there, they intended for blood to spill. Quietly he moved the paper in his right hand to the open flame. It took less then a second for it to be engulfed yet he didn't bother to let go until the last of the fire had burned the sheet. His slightly torched fingers blackened from the smoke. Yet he felt nothing of it.
Still he moved away from it and towards his wardrobe and opened the double doors. Reaching within he pulled out his grey and purple robes. The dark purple seemed to blend in to the mist as well as the grey. Slipping into it he tightened it with a belt with two loops to it on either side of his waist and a sash that went from his right hip to his shoulder. With that he closed the wardrobe and moved over to a large stand up weapons locker. Opening the double doors it revealed several weapons. Not the arsenal he used to have but the best from them. From the stand at the bottom he collected the Wakizashi and the Katana placing them both on his left hips loops and tightening them in place. From another stand he collected final goodbyes, a dual barreled kunai launcher preloaded with two quality Kunai and slipped it into one of the slots on his right hip. Along the back wall was eight more Kunai to which he placed in the sash. Under those was a folded windmill shuriken. Grabbing that he slipped it onto a hook on the small of his back from the belt securing it there. Lastly he grabbed a strange almost rope like metal coil. Placing the coil into his last hip slot with a metal hilt sticking up for easy drawing but secured there unless pulled. He was armed and ready to do as he was asked.
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His dull grey eyes stared at the window, the single clean, unbroken window in this place. His reflection in it seemed little more then a phantom. A spirit they say haunted this place. Truth was he was this places only haunt, though the building did creak and groan of its own will at times. His eyes took in the mist for a time before he let his grave touched gaze lower to his pale hands. Within his fingers was a single slip of paper. A scroll with a mission in it dictating what he was to do. Some Herbs in the nearby woods needed to be gathered, but it had become a dangerous place infested with criminal scum and animals. Not that there was any difference in his eyes. Each bled and died the same. Either way if they were sending him in there, they intended for blood to spill. Quietly he moved the paper in his right hand to the open flame. It took less then a second for it to be engulfed yet he didn't bother to let go until the last of the fire had burned the sheet. His slightly torched fingers blackened from the smoke. Yet he felt nothing of it.
Still he moved away from it and towards his wardrobe and opened the double doors. Reaching within he pulled out his grey and purple robes. The dark purple seemed to blend in to the mist as well as the grey. Slipping into it he tightened it with a belt with two loops to it on either side of his waist and a sash that went from his right hip to his shoulder. With that he closed the wardrobe and moved over to a large stand up weapons locker. Opening the double doors it revealed several weapons. Not the arsenal he used to have but the best from them. From the stand at the bottom he collected the Wakizashi and the Katana placing them both on his left hips loops and tightening them in place. From another stand he collected final goodbyes, a dual barreled kunai launcher preloaded with two quality Kunai and slipped it into one of the slots on his right hip. Along the back wall was eight more Kunai to which he placed in the sash. Under those was a folded windmill shuriken. Grabbing that he slipped it onto a hook on the small of his back from the belt securing it there. Lastly he grabbed a strange almost rope like metal coil. Placing the coil into his last hip slot with a metal hilt sticking up for easy drawing but secured there unless pulled. He was armed and ready to do as he was asked.
662/2500