1 Turning over the meat engine (Squad thread only NK) Tue Feb 16, 2016 4:29 pm
Sero
S-rank
So it was that another day in Kiri began. The sun had risen just over the horizon as it began the day and sparkled across the ocean around the huge island. Yet the island itself received only a portion of its light as what it was known for shielded it from all the warmth the sun had to offer. The mist that continuously hid the village stood like a phantom wall and defied the morning. Within it the villagers emerged to begin their day. Each of them locking the door behind them and hurrying into the depths of the white blanket quickly fading from the view of their homes. Workers here knew what the mist was and did not fear it most of the time. After all it was just a cold, wet part of life to them. There was one among them though the mist clung to ever more present. He seemed to embody it and fade in and out of it almost like a spectral figure. If one managed to catch site of him from a distance away they would quickly move back the way they had come and avoid him. Those who stepped too close however froze and prayed. They waited until the haunting figure passed them by. They could feel him like dread come to life and they could hardly breath so close to him. Sweat beaded their brow and still it felt cold as it trickled down and dripped off their chin. Yet the pale figure passed them and continued his hunt. His dead grey eyes never so much as glancing at them. The monster was not there for them. He had students to find.
through out the morning before noon he would find each of them doing whatever it was they did in the morning. Regardless of where they were or how many people were around them, even should they be in the center of their clan complex he would find them. A mist thicker then the villages mist would slowly roll in and the air would feel heavy and warm. To them the the sky would seem to darken and only then would they feel it. A set of eyes watching them from within the mist...from where they would not be able to see as Sero circled them from within the mist. His grey robes were hooded to hide him even further as those dull grey eyes pierced the veil and watched the prey he was hunting. They would feel him like a trickle of sweat down the spine...the hairs on the back of the neck rising and the animal like urge of fight or flight screaming at them from within. It would feel like Sero was everywhere and slowly a great maw was opening. A low growl filling the air as it slowly overtook them. The chakra pressure surrounding them and consuming the reality around them. He was an alpha predator and they were his hunt. He was there for them. Ever watching and studying them. Seconds like hours stretching on as one might wonder when the beast would pounce...when would he end the hunt? Was he tormenting them for enjoyment? No help was coming for them as time dragged on and for once against these odds they were truly alone...he was holding their fate in his claws and he had no intentions of releasing them. Still after only a minute he would flash step behind them. Careful to avoid their line of sight...they needed to pass his test to see him. He would aim a single strike to the base of the back of their skull with a calculated resistance to going full strength. Just enough to rock their brain and knock them out. Only than would he drag them to the gauntlet.
The three of them would awaken in very different settings but still in one piece. Likely with a head ache. Yet the room they were in was dark at first. As they tried to move they would realize they were restrained. Once they tried to move they would hear it...someone else in the room was shifting around and breathing in the dark. They weren't alone...another victim perhaps? Still a set of long double lights would flicker to life overhead and reveal the reality of it. They were in a square room with only two pieces of furniture. Brick walls on either side and marble floors. Across from them was a bearded older man...tattooed with pirate markings with multiple flags up their right arm. Both them and the pirate were tied to chairs with thick mooring rope. In the center of the floor was a Kunai between them and a door behind them and a door behind the pirate made of metal. A camera in the corner shifted as a speaker from somewhere flicked to life with a crackle sound. When the voice came over it the sound of it was cold and left no doubt the source of it had no sense of morality or humanity.
"Finally awake. Welcome to the gauntlet. The first room is a test of survival. Across from you is a member of the crew known as the crimson sea legion. A common legionnaire as their rank is called...each flag on their right arm is a confirmed murder. In order to progress you must free yourself and kill the pirate. Keeping in mind for the pirate...doing the same to you means the door behind you will open and he will be free once more. No one is going to save you....no one is going to stop him.....I suggest you begin."
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through out the morning before noon he would find each of them doing whatever it was they did in the morning. Regardless of where they were or how many people were around them, even should they be in the center of their clan complex he would find them. A mist thicker then the villages mist would slowly roll in and the air would feel heavy and warm. To them the the sky would seem to darken and only then would they feel it. A set of eyes watching them from within the mist...from where they would not be able to see as Sero circled them from within the mist. His grey robes were hooded to hide him even further as those dull grey eyes pierced the veil and watched the prey he was hunting. They would feel him like a trickle of sweat down the spine...the hairs on the back of the neck rising and the animal like urge of fight or flight screaming at them from within. It would feel like Sero was everywhere and slowly a great maw was opening. A low growl filling the air as it slowly overtook them. The chakra pressure surrounding them and consuming the reality around them. He was an alpha predator and they were his hunt. He was there for them. Ever watching and studying them. Seconds like hours stretching on as one might wonder when the beast would pounce...when would he end the hunt? Was he tormenting them for enjoyment? No help was coming for them as time dragged on and for once against these odds they were truly alone...he was holding their fate in his claws and he had no intentions of releasing them. Still after only a minute he would flash step behind them. Careful to avoid their line of sight...they needed to pass his test to see him. He would aim a single strike to the base of the back of their skull with a calculated resistance to going full strength. Just enough to rock their brain and knock them out. Only than would he drag them to the gauntlet.
The three of them would awaken in very different settings but still in one piece. Likely with a head ache. Yet the room they were in was dark at first. As they tried to move they would realize they were restrained. Once they tried to move they would hear it...someone else in the room was shifting around and breathing in the dark. They weren't alone...another victim perhaps? Still a set of long double lights would flicker to life overhead and reveal the reality of it. They were in a square room with only two pieces of furniture. Brick walls on either side and marble floors. Across from them was a bearded older man...tattooed with pirate markings with multiple flags up their right arm. Both them and the pirate were tied to chairs with thick mooring rope. In the center of the floor was a Kunai between them and a door behind them and a door behind the pirate made of metal. A camera in the corner shifted as a speaker from somewhere flicked to life with a crackle sound. When the voice came over it the sound of it was cold and left no doubt the source of it had no sense of morality or humanity.
"Finally awake. Welcome to the gauntlet. The first room is a test of survival. Across from you is a member of the crew known as the crimson sea legion. A common legionnaire as their rank is called...each flag on their right arm is a confirmed murder. In order to progress you must free yourself and kill the pirate. Keeping in mind for the pirate...doing the same to you means the door behind you will open and he will be free once more. No one is going to save you....no one is going to stop him.....I suggest you begin."
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