Eyes fluttered open at the first touch of sun rays caressing them, revealing a pair of russet brown gems. Glancing across the room, spotting a clock on the furthest wall and seeing what time it was, Razan groan in slight annoyance. It being too earlier to start his day yet due to him having to hit the road once more, it was a must. The temptation of staying wrapped in the pleasant sheets for a little while longer was there, and he so wanted to. But, he couldn't, even if he didn't have to leave this earlier, he had made it known to management of his early departure, and surely the maid would be displeased if she came in and saw him still present. Who knows what might happen if that came to pass.

Squashing the lure, Razan rolled out of bed, bare feet lightly hitting the wooden floor, and thought about his plans for today. If the clock was an indication, it's fairly early in the morning. Not that many shops or vendors would be open around this hour; only a few who served shinobi and others who had worked this early. Though not much of a problem, it's going to be a hassle in finding shops that sold what he needed for the journey ahead of him. After being in Kumogakure no Sato for almost a month he still hadn't figured out where most of the shops were. The ones frequently visited by him weren't open this early therefore he couldn't go to them. Meaning he would have to go to unfamiliar ones, after asking around, of course.

Moving across the spacious room, Razan disappeared into the bathroom with a towel in hand, only to appear twenty minutes later. His hair being wet and the towel wrapped around his lower body. Clothes laid out the night before, consisting of black slacks and a dark gray shirt were put on and complemented by footwear matching the slacks. Having pulled his hair up in a low ponytail being held together by a tribalistic looking clip, Razan looked at the scrolls on the dresser. Unrolling each one individual, checking the contents of them individually, making sure all his belongs were there, before rolling them back up and stashing them on his person. With everything in order, he headed out in search for the last of what he needed to get before he heads to Sunagakure no Sato.

Surprisingly enough, it didn't take much effort in find vendors that sold what he was after. Razan having bumped into an extremely helpful civilian who offered to show him to some of the better shops along with giving him much needed knowledge of others location for any future endeavors. The man, Kyousuke being his name, mentioned he understood the struggle of not being a native and having to learn where everything was at. And after watching Razan wander around aimlessly, he decided to step in, offering his assistance. Razan was immensely grateful for Kyousuke's generosity.

Having gotten everything he needed and now heading towards the Northern gates, Razan stopped. The sound of someone crying reaching his ears, and urging him to investigate. Moving towards the sound, passed some vendors, he came upon a woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties crying. Black hair, that probably under known circumstances would look lustrous, was disheveled about. Tears rolled down puffy cheeks, leaving streaks amongst her make-up, as she cried without care. A black dress clung to her body, designed in a way that left a diagonal opening starting from her left shoulder, across her breast(none which was viewable) and stopping between the valley. Matching pair of pumps finished her attire. If it wasn't for her crying, Razan dare to say she looked beautiful.

"Is everything alright?", soft green eyes, red from all the crying, stared up at him in surprise as he waited for an answer. If her jumping a little when he spoke was any indication, Razan assumed he had startled her.

"Yes, everything is fine.", she spoke between sobbing, trying to wipe away her tears and stop her nose from running while in the presence of another.

Sitting on the bench beside, though not close enough to intrude in her personal space "Doesn't seem like it. What could have a beautiful woman like you crying?", he spoke. Ignoring how she made a 'tsk' noise at his compliment, and how anger flashed across her face briefly.

"Beautiful? Tell that to my husband. He. . ." Razan silently watched as choked sobs racked the woman's body, tears flowing more freely as she tries to get her words together. A comforting hand was placed on the woman's shoulder, she jerking her head towards him, her eyes staring into his searching for something only to be met with reassurance "That bastard. . .he . .cheated on me with my . . . sister! "

Unexpected, but yet, he didn't say anything as the woman continue to speak about what happen. It was good for her to let it out. . .

"Me, my husband and sister had went out to a local club last night. And I had to use the bathroom, cuz you know. And when I got back. . .I that bitch grinding up against my husband and he was enjoying it too! I stood in shock, not believing what I was seeing, and watched as they did things that should only be done in the bedroom. How could my baby sister do that? She knows we have a child. . ", a look of realization and horror flashed across her face, the woman getting up from the bench in a frenzy only to stumble "Oh god! The babysitter, we told her we would be back by now. Oh god. .. my baby!"

"Come on. Where do you live? I will walk you home.", Razan offered. He having caught the woman before she fell and was now being used a crutch.

"It's this way.", she pointed, Razan walking in the direction.

"I'm sorry. . ." those were the last words the blacksmith heard as everything turned to black.

The woman, a frown marring her face, looked down at the crumbled body of the stranger and nodded. No sooner had she did that three people appeared with two of them leaving with Razan.

"Didn't think you could do it. . ." the distorting voice of the remaining member said.

"I did what you ask. Now give me my daughter!" the woman said angrily. These bastards had taken her child and force her into doing these jobs for them. They said this would be the last job, and if she did it, she would have her daughter back.

"Sure, a deal is a deal.", was the last thing the woman heard as she was knocked out.

"You will see your daughter in the asylum. . ."

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[[1149 words]]

Crying Female Dress:

First encounter. . .

The member 'Razan' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

First Encounter ~

The member 'Masayoshi Mari' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

Evil. As much as humans want to deny it, in the grand scheme of things, nothing in the world is truly wicked. Many of these atrocities acts like murder, rape, genocide, etc. is only seen in a negative like by victims or bystanders. Those committing the acts, or have something to gain from making them occur, doesn't connect their actions with a negative word like evil. To them, it's an act of goodness or righteous, never would they say it was evil. Yet, to those not involved, viewing it from the outside, they would see the actions as anything but evil. Therefore, evil doesn't truly evil; it being nothing more than a subjective opinion influenced by one's own personal beliefs and morals. . .

"What does boss want with this kid anyway?", a distorted voice inquired from their fellow colleague while unceremoniously dragging the limp body of Shimura Razan behind them. Recently and unexpectedly kidnapped, Razan's body had obliviously seen better days. While there weren't any life-threatening injuries, there were a number of bumps and bruises, cuts and scrapes and other minor injuries that were more of a nuisance than anything else. The causes of these insignificant would be how the unconscious man had been and currently is being handle: that being without care.

There wasn't must distinguishable about the colleague asides from their ankle length buttoned up trench coat with a high collar with the symbol of a full moon and two half moons on either side. Just like the one who had asked the question, they too had a nondescript black mask and their hands were bandaged in black medical tape with the same symbol on the collar covering them. "Don't need to worry 'bout what the boss want. Leave all the details for those who matter, ya' know? Boss just orders and we deliver. Keeps it simplistic. Now come, lets get this one to room the docs should be there. . ." ending the discussion then and there,  just like the colleague their voice also came out distort with a distinct robot sound.

Moving through the dimly lit corridors of the Asylums, ignoring the ravages sounds of other occupants and wails of victims, the pair continues trekking onward. Shadows cast on the walls by the little light present, danced and swayed, playing tricks on the minds of any who stare into them too long or allowed paranoia to sit in. However, for the individuals walking through the halls, passing by rooms that held some ghastly things, this place had been their home for the past six months and they having gotten use to it.

Coming to a pair of white double doors with the number seven written on each door, the two of them walked in dragging the unconscious body. An ordinal person could easily tell something was off about the medical room that was equipped with everything one exected to find in a standard hospital. From blood both wet and dried smearing the floor, forming or leaving the imprint of a crimson puddle. Some of the surgical equipment seemed rusty and not properly taken care of. There was an uneasiness in the air that made one's hair stand on end. A single hunchback male, from the looks of it, moved about the room with a noticeable limp.

Hearing the doors being open, said male wearing a lab coat, looked in the direction, smiling as he saw what the two had for him "So, she actually mannered to do, hmm? Didn't think such a fragile minded human could pull it off. ", he spoke, seemingly to himself before gesturing the two members to follow him.

"Come. Come. Place him on the table. . .", the table being occupied by a cadaver was soon vacant when it was tipped - the dead body sliding off and hitting the floor with a thump, "Boss will surely be pleased by this. Well, off you go. You have done what was asked and now the rest is up to me.", the two men didn't say anything - just walked out of the room.

"Such a fine specimen. ", the doctor murmur to himself, looking at the prone body with some keen to excitement as his skinny hands touched various places. "It's so exciting to have a new body to play with. ", he spoke lustfully, rather his thoughts were sexual or else, was unknown. So, focused was he on admiring the body that he tripped over the cadaver on the floor, having forgotten about it and promptly fell, knocking over some stuff.  Swearing up a storm and scrambling to his feet, he sneered at the body before grabbing it and dragging it behind some closed as he went to dispose of it "Stupid body getting in my way .. ."

Drugs. A combination of two different sleeping agency was used to knock Shimura Razan out. Nothing truly special, the ingredients used are readily accessible in most drug stores and herbal vendors. Used primarily by those who suffer from sleep deprivation, the two agencies were never attended to be used together. The reason being instead of threatening the effects, like one might aspect, they counteract each other, overall weakening the effects. When used separately the drugs last anywhere between eight to ten hours within the body system, however, the time have been drastically cut down due to each counteracting one another. And it was because of that reason why the body on the table was stirring.

Confusion and a killer headache were the first things to greet Razan as he slowly came to. Eyelids fluttered open only to immediately shut due to the glare from the light above. Pain from the bumps and scrape began to register with his mind causing him to groan. Ever so slowly, he opened his eyes once again, being mindful of the light now that it was known.

"Where am I? What happened?", were his thoughts as he tried to remember how he ended up in this place while taking stock of the room he was in as he sought up. His throbbing headache persisted as he tried to recall anything that could lend him clues of where he might be. "Now I remember. I was helping that woman. And. . . she. . .did something and then said, 'she was sorry', I think. Could she have?", before he could continue that train of thought he heard a noise coming from the door adjacent of him that sounded like humming?  Who could it be? Could be the ones responsible for kidnapping him? Those thoughts chaotic swirled in his mind as he frantically searched for the scrolls on his body, praying to any deity willing to listen that they weren't taken off of him. By the time he had located the scroll with his weapons, peculiarly his batons, the doors already opened, and unknowingly revealing the doctor from other.

"Having dispose of that. I can get back to more pressing matters. Like that fine specimen. . ." the doctor said to no particularly, licking his lips as he thought about what was brought in, and also to savor any leftovers on his person. Remember kids, never let good food go to waste. Imagine the good doctor's surprise when he saw the thing of his desires sitting up and looking at him in confusion. Instead of being angry or anything, he just smiled and clapped his hands together "Well. Well. Seems like someone is awake. Pity, I thought I had more time. Oh well - - -"

"Who are you? Did you bring me here? Why am I here?", Razan rapidly asked, having stood up on other side of the table, his batons clutched in hand. The weapons were simply a safety precarious and a means to combat the doctor if things went south.

"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Fraxineus, the Good Doctor.", the now identify man said, bowing before returning back to his righted position and continued speaking. "No. No. I didn't bring you here. That is a waste of time. As to who brought you here? Who knows. Maybe it was that woman you helped, hmmm? Ah, but any case. The reason you are here doesn't matter. So, be a good boy and get back on the table for the good doctor, please?", he asked nicely.

"No, I will not. Tell me why I am here.", none of this made sense for him, Razan, and the man didn't seem to be very forthcoming with the information he was seeking. Any musing was stopped when Fraxineus began speaking again, a frown marring his face.

"Tsk. Tsk. Children these days. So disrespectful to their elders. This is why I hate delivering with humans.", the last part came out distorted and only caused Razan to tighten his grip on the batons - something Fraxineus notice right away. "Ah! A rebellious one. The boss said I couldn't kill you, but never that I could beat you!", he snarled as he lunged at Razan, clearing the gap between them rather quickly.

Rolling to the left, Razan dodged the incoming attack, as his opponent crashed against the wall behind him and quickly righted himself soon after. "So, you can dodge. Good. . .", Razan found himself on the defensive, batons flashing out, blocking the strikes from a pair of pipes all which were aimed at a lethal area. It was clear as day that the doctor was trying to kill him. Ducking under a wild swing, he surged forward,  the baton is his right hand connected with the man's ribs, bruising already forming.

Spinning around, to hit the doctor with the other baton, instead he was kicked in the chest causing him to slide back soon.

"Seems like you actually got some skill. You managed to injury. Well, I guess what about to happen can't be helped.", Fraxineus spoke as his body began to change. His skin melted, revealing a green-ish muscular structure. Once normal length arms elongated with the webbing between each finger more pronounce than before. The same could be said for his feet; they having gotten bigger and webbing more prominent. However, the most prominent thing was his mouth. It having widened to large portions and full to the brim with razor-sharp teeth. Overall, Fraxineus didn't resemble anything like he did before. "Do you like?"

Afraid. That what Razan felt at first upon laying eyes on the monster before him. Where the hell is he!? How could something like this exist? Those were his thoughts and him spoke them, only to receive a less than comforting answering.

"You people call things like me demons or oni. However, I am much worse. " Fraxineus spoke while making the tiger hand sign, kneading his chakra, and firing two condensed water bullets, one aiming directly for Razan and the other to the left of him "Water Release: Gunshot (水遁・鉄砲玉 ~ Suiton: Teppōdama)!"

"Shit!", Razan swore, having seen what the man had planned, and promptly rolled to the right. Slamming his hand onto the ground while channeling chakra, rocks flew towards Fraxineus who substituted with a nearby instrument to dodge the barrage.

Dragon → Rat → Horse → Tiger "Ninja Art: Tile Shuriken (忍法・瓦手裏剣 ~ Ninpō: Kawara Shuriken)!", the monster exclaimed, after ending on the las hand sign. Tiles, scalpels, and anything else within a four-meter distance of him was compressed and sharpened before fired at Razan.

Seeing the danger, the incoming attack imposed, Razan slammed his hands onto the ground once more while exclaiming "Earth Release: Earth Shore Return {土遁・土陸返し ~ Doton: Doroku Gaeshi}!", a wall of earth, fifteen feet high and seven feet wide, rose up a front of him, shielding him against the attacks. Once the attacks stopped, Razan dispersed the wall and blocked two strikes from Fraxineus, the monster having used the cover provided to get closer. "Ain't you a persist one. I admit you have some skill, but do you think you can escape this place after defeating me? I ensure you that you can't. There are things far worse than me hidden within these walls. ", Fraxineus spoke in an attempt to dishearten the young man.

Unfortunately for the monster that wouldn't work on Razan. Maybe it was because of the stress brought on by Maigo's genjutsu a day prior, or from all the shit having happened today. But, whatever the case was, his heart had steeled itself as he planned to do what was needed to surprise.

Survival. At the core of all existence, everything wants to survive. And when placed in a situation where that is threatened, they are capable of doing remarkable things. Jumping back to dodge a wild swing, Razan used a burst of speed to get within the monster's guard, batons coming from the side, aiming for the base of Fraxineus neck. The monster crumpled having been hit full force with both batons, they doing major damage to his neck. Not wasting any time, Razan swallowed the lump in his throat as he hostler one baton and reversed the grip of the other. Now holding the blunt weapon like an ice-pick, the blunt end pointing downward at Fraxineus, Razan's body dropped like a stone. The weight of his driving the blunt end of baton into the monster's skull - killing him instantly.

Swallowing the bile threatening to come up as he laid eyes on brain matter that was oozing out of the gaping wound, Razan made his way through the double doors. . .unknowingly exiting the room the same way he came in.

There was nothing else he could do besides press onward.

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Monster Type -> Normal
Required Words -> 1600
Ep Worth: 2

Fraxineus Monster Appearance:

Unused Words:  [1149 + 2269] -> 3418
Remaining words: [3418 - 1600] -> 1818
Current Ep: 2

125/150:

((Will roll after you post. You don't have to keep track of your chakra.))

Been over 48hrs since last post. . .so

rolling. . .

The member 'Razan' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

Rolling for 2nd encounter~

The member 'Masayoshi Mari' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

Rolling for third encounter~

The member 'Masayoshi Mari' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

Stepping through the double doors and walking down the hallway. The previous actions and consequences of them hit Razan hard. "I just killed someone. . .something." he realized, suddenly feeling woozy from the realization sprung upon him. "It wasn't human, so I shouldn't feel bad, right? He, no, it tried to kill me. Kami only knows what would have happened if I didn't wake up! No telling what that thing would've done to by body. It was either me or it; my justification for killing the thing was value, right?", he thought, struggling to comprehend the happenings up to this point, " But what if it isn't? But, wait. The thing, Fraxineus, was its name if I remember correctly, said something about the boss not wanting me dead. What did that mean? Is someone out there targeting me? Why? I haven't done anything to earn the ire of others, at least I don't think so. How did Fraxineus fit into all of this? Was he a willing a participant or forced into servitude?" As the inner musing continued, he stumbled a little, catching himself against the wet wall.

"Why is the wall wet? What the - - -", looking at the wall, he caught sight of dripping blood swears along it, crimson red drops rolling down like some macabre crying. However, what gave him pause wasn't the blood but rather the stuff clingy onto his hand: gray matter. Brain tissue, obviously from Fraxineus, clung to his hand, and it only serve to re-illustrate what conspired behind the doors to his back: he had killed someone. "Oh Kami - - ", that is as far his thoughts got before he felt incredibly sick and wretched alongside the wall. A combination of last night snacks, this morning(at least he thinks it's morning. Too hard to tell.) and blood splattered on the floor and painted the wall. Gagging from the prudent smell of the vomit and the horrible aftertaste of bile on his tongue, Razan tried to upheave the rest of his stomach's content. Key word being: tried. The sounds of the attempts echoing down the hallway and undoubtedly heard by anyone else who might be occupying this building. Kami, he hoped nothing gave into their curiosity and investigate the noise, at least nothing with ill intent, he could do without that.

With nothing else coming up, no matter how hard he tried, Razan stopped the action. There being any need to continue it, he was just going to cause more damage to himself if he did. Wiping any lingering unsavory substance from his mouth, using the hand that didn't have brain matter on it, to do so, he took deep breaths to get his breathing under control. The shock of seeing gore, no matter how mild it might be, also knowing it came from him killing an individual, moved him worse than he thought it could.

Prior of starting his own adventure, Razan's parents never were the type to sugarcoat the darkness of the world around them. They told him countless of times of the horrors witness and was a part of during their own travels. And how, even now, some of the things seen still shook them to their core when they were remembered.  Advice on how to handle the atrocities was limited and vague with them saying each person copes with things differently. And it was up to him to find what coping mechanism works the best for him. Telling him how they managed would only lead him into trying the same things and dismissing alternatives, potentially looking overs suited for him.

"Outside of killing for food or when an animal occasionally gets to my camping ground, I never kill before. This is my first time killing anything without a solid reason to. And yet when it came time to kill the monster, there wasn't any hesitation from me. I simply did what needed and it was now, after the fact, did I physically react. Why? Why didn't my nerves show themselves during the fight?", he thought, thinking about everything that had transpired, looking for anything to give him an insight on what caused him to act like he did. "Didn't do anything special. After waking up, Fraxineus appeared and attacked me. And I was. . .that is it! It makes sense now.", the reason why he didn't waver in killing the monster, dropping down and burying the baton in its' skull without pause, he did it to survive. Even though the beast said that the boss wanted him alive, Fraxineus still tried to cause him serious harm. Emotions were running high during the fight, Razan remembering his thoughts had drifted towards the what ifs. What if he fail at defeating Fraxineus? What would be done to him? Would he be killed? Or would his fate be worse than that? It was those thoughts driving him forward, compelling him not to lose against the monstrosity. And from those ideas came that answer that he was seeking. The reason why he didn't hesitate was because, Razan wanted to survive.

Yes! Surviving is the reason why he didn't lose his stomach contents when he killed that monster. And it would be the reason for him press forward. Motivations now clear, he composed himself, flinging off any gore on his hands and batons, sheathing the latter once done. Breathing having settled, he took a moment to take a look at his surroundings; something he hadn't done till now.

"What is this place?", he thought, eyes squinting to see down the long corridor. Light were sparse down the hallway. With a few streams coming from between the cracks of the floor board and filtering and fraction in from the broken windows and overhead. Speaking of the overhead, looking up, Razan noted the sun were out, meaning it was still day.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of something hitting against a hard substance drew his attention to the right, and only then did he notice numerous of doors. "What is there?", he thought, unsheathing both of his batons and gripping them tightly in preparation for a surprise confrontation. Floor boards creep with each step he took and - - - -

Boom!

Something fell down further down the hallway. Whatever it was causing splinters and dust to be kicked up that was only visible due to the light refracting off of it. The sound of something or someone fighting urged him forward. Could others like him been within this place? Or was it another monster like Fraxineus? "What the hell!?", jumping back just in time, having heard a hissing noise, dodging a lunging strike that came from something above.

*Hsssssss*

Looking up, noticing rafters, his eyes stared into a pair of beady red ones that similarly glowed in the dimly lit light. "A snake?", he thought, having to squint his eyes to get a better look at the create who attacked them.

Indeed, coiled around one of the low-hanging rafters were dark, hunter green snake roughly five meters in length. What unique about the animal were the fact it had a pair of lengthy arms, each having three fingers at the end of them. Coming from the side of its head were a hood, similar to that found on King Cobras.

This snake once again lung downward at him, only this time it also sprays, what Razan could only presume, venom. Jumping floor, the floor where he once standing having melted from the intensive of the monster's venom, he thought about how to hand the beast.

"Seems like it's not coming for me. Guess I got to go to it.", dodging to the right, chakra channelled to the sole of his feet as he became adhesive to the wall. Using what were taught to him, Razan scaled the side of the wall, being mindful to dodge any attacks made from his adversary. Taking out a pair of Kunai, futon chakra were channelled in them as Razan each closer to the snake. Once in range, he threw both of knives at the monster, both hitting their mark, the center of the thing's body and bursting, sending shrapnel everywhere. Having been hit, the monster shriek in pain, blood dribbling from wounds caused by Razan's attack, curling itself from the rafters and falling down.

Hanging along the wall, he watched the snake crash through the floor board and continue downward, losing sight of it, but hearing a solid thud. "Either it's dead or dying. . .", he told himself, jumping over the places where the snake's venom was still eating away at the floorboard.

"What is that?", he thought, having the sound of something running from the direction he just came from. Gripping the batons, Razan spun around and prepared to fight whatever was coming to his location. Closer. Closer. Closer it came. . .only when the light hit the thing did Razan spoke. His tone being full of surprise and slightly cautious.

"Masayoshi Mari?"

What is she doing here?

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Basic Monster - 1200 WC - 1EP:

Word Count: 1514
Previous Thread WC:  1818
Total Word Count: 3332
WC After Monster Defeat: [3332 - 1200] = 2132

Razan's Total EP:  3
Team Total EP:  6

Rolling 3rd encounter. . .

The member 'Razan' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

Niffy. . .rolling again.

The member 'Razan' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

In the dimmest of hallways where light is sparse and, shadows dance along any surface, playing tricks on one's eyes and mind. Monsters of different shape and sizes lurking about, opportunistic predators waiting for their prey to make a mistake, to slip up, to lower their guard, before taking advantage of such mishap. It is incredibly hard to distinguish normal people from the things wanting to make a snack out of you. One had to be cautious in the situation they found themselves in, even when it comes to meeting another person because they could easily be a monster in human skin. It is those reasons why his guard didn't become slack, tighten more than before, when he proposed who the figure a front of him was.

While the answer he got confirmed who he thought the hooded person was, it didn't mean he believed the words so readily. Eyes snapped when Masayoshi Mari's hands moved to remove her hood an attempt to prove her identity to him. "Could it really be her?", he thought, having taken a stepped back at the figure's sudden movement, though move back to where he once stood when the figure didn't draw a weapon or anything. Eyes squinted in a vain attempt to get a clearer look at the person assuming the name of the Suna Kunoichi who he had met during his time in Kumogakure. "If they truly are Masayoshi Mari then where is her headband?, eyes narrowing in suspicion when not seeing the piece of metal that identified her as a Suna-nin adored on her arm or forehead. "Could she had forgotten it? She did mention her forgetfulness when it came to the Chuunin exams. So maybe?", having remembered her speaking on how she forgot to sign up for the exams. "Or could this be some trick by the bastards who kidnapped me?", there was always the possibility of whoever had kidnapped him known about his connection with Masayoshi-san, and somehow found a way to use it against him. If they were shinobis than the idea that being the case is highly likely. Just as that notion was a possibility so was the woman being who she said she was.  

"Are her words truthful? Is she really who she says she is? Should I believe her?", he thought, his eyes looking over the woman, trying to find anything to valid her claim of being Masayoshi-san. Only thanks to the light shooting up from the cracks of the floorboard did notice a white bow and her clothing attire. While not the same thing she wore during their first meeting, he still saw some similarities this outfit had with the other. So, maybe, just maybe, the person before him was her. Is it crazy to trust someone based on their words and clothing attire? Yes, however, people subconsciously do it all the time, and he isn't an exception to the train of thought.

"I will believe her.", having come to a decision, he were about to voice his these beliefs but abruptly stopped when he sensed something lurking within the darkness. It seemed like he wasn't the only one who sensed it, for apparently Masayoshi-san did also. Appearing from the void a large, twisted hand towards her shoulder, before balling into a fist and attempted to slam into her. Warning her about the impending attack were unnecessary for she dodged it, if just barely, in time. Wooden floors groan in protest of the strain placed upon them from the limb slamming down, having missed it's intended target. From the darkness, the owner of said limb emerged. Grotesque could be used to describe the spider-like being stalking out of the shadows. Hands freakishly twisted at the wrist, leathery skin marred with odd marks and ridges. A terrifying thing being the four beady eyes arranged like arachnids staring unblinkingly, and the large gaping mouth full of teeth with four canines-like fangs obliviously used to shove food in, aligning the four corners.  

Seeing this creature appear, Razan gripped his batons tighter in preparation for a confrontation with the thing. However, before he could act, Mari moved in his line of sight, blocking the beast from his view, her words being heard clearly over the hissing of thing.

"Why is she apologizing? She didn't know I was here.", he thought, voicing his enter musing loud enough for her to hear "You didn't know I was here, therefore, you don't need to apologize." He hoped she understood her apology, while grateful, wasn't needed due to neither of them knowing that the other were somewhere within this building. He heard her words. She wanted to protect him.

"If there any doubt that this wasn't Masayoshi Mari then it had been erased with that statement.", he mused, now believing the woman a front of him, protecting him from this monstrosity,  was who she said she was. From what he gathered in their first encounter, she had a strong sense of justice and willingness to protect others. Something he secretly admired and respected. However. . ."I can't not on good conscious allow you to risk your life for me. Let me help yo - - ", the sound of screaming coming from down the hallway, the opposite way they were facing, caught his attention.

Giving another glance in the direction of where Mari were fighting the beast, his attention turned down he hallway, eyes squinting to see whatever could have been screaming. From the darkness a red hair woman, clothing torn at various places and blood covering the majority of her body, ran straight into Razan. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, body shaking as she cried hysterically while mumbling incoherently.

Prying her arms from around his waist, after a minute or so, Razan spoke, while looking over the lady for any serious injuries she might have "Who are you? Are you okay? Who or what did this to you? Where did all this blood come from?"

Lilac color eyes stared into his russet brown ones as she spoke, her voice trembling and words being fumbled "Yoshihara Suzuko. No. No. No. Me and my sister. . .oh god. She. . .she. . .-" he had just enough time to pull her behind him as a long black thing shot out from the darkness and pierced his right should, lodging itself within it. Wincing in pain, his hand grabbed the wiggling object only to be covered in a thick mucus!? "What the hell?", he thought as he yanked. whatever was lodged into his shoulder, out, though he maintained a solid grip on it? The owner of, what he could assume, appendage didn't particularly like this because raiton came surging through it, threatening to electrocute Razan if he hadn't let go of it.

Eyes watched as the appendage retreated back into the darkness followed by a gluttonous growling. "Stand back.", he spoke to the lady who was hidden behind him, eyes looking into the void, waiting for the owner of said appendage to show itself. He didn't have to wait long.

Skulking from out of the void, moving on all fours, a quadruped, came forth a monster. There weren't anything specifically horrifying about the beast. Skin, black as the shadows which birth it, covered the beast entire body. Extending from the center of it's back were a pair of arms, they being slightly shorter than the limbs used to walk on, however, each human-esque hand was tipped with razor sharped claws that glinted menacingly whenever the light hit them. A long serrated tail lazily dragged behind the beasts. It's oval shaped head sweeping back and forth, gaping mouth filled with lamprey-like teeth dripped thick saliva as it's long black tongue tasted the floor ahead of it. If one weren't paying attention, they would've thought the shadows had moved and taken shape. An interesting thing is the beast had no eyes, seemingly blind. How did this thing move about, Razan didn't know.  

The lady behind him let loose a piercing scream and shakenly pointed a finger at the beast "It. . .it. . at my sister.", her words were jumbled, but Razan understood them. Only when he squinted his eyes, looking at exactly where the woman was pointing at, did he noticed a grisly detailed that was overlooked.

The beast's stomach was bloated.

Looking over his shoulder, noticing Mari had just finished up with that monster, Razan spoke loud enough to get her attention "Mari-chan, can you please watch over Yoshihara Suzuko while I deal with this?" Looking at the woman shaking behind him, he smiled reassuringly "Go over there with Masayoshi Mari. She won't let anything happen to you.", watching as the woman did what was asked, Razan turned his attention back to the.  .  . beast?

Mentally cursing himself from losing track of the monster, his eyes swept across the narrow hallway looking for where the monster could have disappeared to. From the shadow on the wall to the left, a black tongue shot, attempting to pierce the side of Razan's neck. Jumping back, dodging the attack, he came face to face with the creature who seemingly appeared from out of the wall. So close they were together that he could smell the stench from the monster's breath.

Not have enough room to strike the beast with his batons, his foot subtlely tapped the floor boards, doton chakra being sent through it. Spikes burst from the earth puncturing one inch into the beast's body in every direction. Using this as a distraction, he jumped straight up into the air, using chakra to stick to the hanging rafters. Seeing the monster struggle, Razan flash through a set of hand seals, holding the monkey sign and spat out five marble-size chunks of earth at the pinned thing. Each marble, aimed for the top of the beast's head, found it's marked, causing more damage to the wounded thing.  Black blood could be seen seeping out the numerous wounds on the beast's body as it thrashed about. The spikes from early pinning it down. Banishing his batons, Razan cut the flow of chakra from his feet and dropped downward. Body twisted to dodge the strikes from the limbs on the beast's back as both batons found their mark, cracking the beast skull.

Landing near the beast, Razan went through another set of hand seals as the spikes from before got thicker and started to grow. Unlike before, these spikes pierce three inches deep into the flesh, breaking any bones they came in contact with. It was the spike that had pierced through the monster's chest, hitting its heart, that ultimately cause the thing to expire. Once he knew the monster was dead, Razan tapped the ground, watching as the spikes recede back into the floor boards, returning them back to its original state.

"I might be a civilian, but my parents taught me how to survive.", he spoke, answering a question that undoubtedly might be asked. Making his way over to Mari, batons having been sheathing back into their holsters, Razan spoke once more "I was kidnapped. I was leaving Kumogakure no Sato this morning when I saw a distraught woman. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me how she caught her husband with her sister, making and doing other things on the dance floor. I offered to walk her home after she realized the babysitter might have already left, therefore, leaving her young child home by themselves. We took a short cut and the next thing I know I was in the room back there.", pointing towards the double doors behind Mari "On a table with this doctor about to go Kami knows what to me. Come to find it, the doctor was a monster who were under the orders of someone else, their boss,  to do things to me. I don't know what these things entail or who this boss is. Only they that wanted me alive. And well, you can guess the rest."

Allowing them to digest what he told them, Razan thought about what he learned from Mari. Several disappearance had happened within this place, and apparently the Daimyo wanted them to be investigated. Could these disappearances be tied in with his own kidnapping? Or were they separate events?  Dismissing those thoughts for now, Razan spoke once again "Care if I help you investigate this place? Maybe I can find out who exactly wanted to kidnap me?", he asked.

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Advance Monster - 2000 WC - 3 EP:

Post WC: 2113
Previous WC: 2132
Total WC: 4235
Remaining WC: [2000 - 4235] = 2235

Razan's Ep: 6(+1)
Team Ep: 10

rolling my encounter

The member 'Razan' has done the following action : Dices roll

'Haunted House Dice' :

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