1 The Two Illusionists [Taeru] Thu Dec 13, 2018 2:45 am
Maigo
D-rank
Pain is such an interesting subject, the feeling that burrows deep within your skin but stings on the surface. The helplessness of control you have over it until it rises up again, never truly leaving and only lingering below that burning surface. Maigo could tell immensely as he sat clutching his side, a few broken ribs and some moderate bruising on his back as he crashed into the wall. The man's body sat inverted, with his head and shoulders on the ground and his body lightly cemented in the air above him, sitting in the wreckage of a stall's cart of fruit and vegetables. His body stung, his arms clutched as he lightly patted in pain around the area near his stomach, the scene of commotion around him was hardly his concern as he counted... two, no three broken ribs on his right side.
The crowd gathering around was light but growing as the murmurs increased and worried faces onlooked. From the crowd burst forth a shinobi in more traditional Kirigakure armor, an ANBU agent though she didn't wear the markings in general public while Maigo was more dressed to relax. Or would have been relaxing, the mood shifting as his eyes wandered downward but still up towards the sky to see her face burning red in anger, maybe even embarrassment as she stomped her way forward and held a tightened fist to her side. Her shoulders were perked up and it was almost as if she was holding her breath up until the point she shouted,
"90 cm?!"
Her words burst forth in a rage as the semi-circle of onlookers that encompassed the two of them had taken a good two or three feet steps back as she emerged. Maigo rolled to his left side, feeling the tightening of muscle and the slow dull pains mixed in with the incredibly sharp shattered pain at his bones. He tried to hide his smile and chuckle a bit, maybe unsuccessfully as his legs hit the ground and he landed on his butt while staying sat upwards.
"Look! It's just a guess, but a number to be proud of!" Maigo would reassure as he began to stand up, getting to one leg but having kept his eyes off of his comrade. The next thing he knew, she had taken two quick steps towards him, the sound of which drawn out by the crowd's talking and concern as well as the intense pain of several broken ribs as he tried to get to his feet. The punch she would bring following her steps would be just as intense, a huge amount of chakra pressed into landing square into his chest. The strength of which picked the hunched over Maigo off the ground slightly, feeling his sternum crack and the awareness leave his body emptily. Both the wind knocked out of him as well as what felt like his soul before she quickly hopped herself, and delivered a heel kick into Maigo's side and launch him away.
Maybe it was luck that planted the kick into his left side, or maybe she was being considerate? Doubtfully though, as Maigo went flying maybe another thirty feet through the air and landed into a stucco wall not far off, leaving a dent with several cracks and a wounded Maigo laying on the ground and groaning heavily. The groan coming from his stomach and lower lungs as his chest felt in shambles, the body laying almost lifeless with his arms laying out and body totally limp for an instance. Maigo's mind wandering about the chances that he could just play dead and be rid of his misery. Instead, he would place a palm flat on the ground while struggling, almost shaking to get off the ground as his face lifted up and revealed nothing more than a grimace in pain.
His actions would be cut off though, as the flattened palm against the ground would be met with a quick footstep, her foot planting her heel into the back of his hand and pushing it into the ground. Maigo would try to pull his hand away with no real success, every pull seeming to jossle about the broken contents of his ribcage and leaving him in more pain buried under more pain.
"You're right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about that much less guessing at their size..." Maigo would wince out as if he were out of breath, pulling his hand with his other hand. The girl above him would sigh, shaking her head and releasing his hand, leaving Maigo to quickly retract and pull his hand to his chest, holding it over himself and laying on his back, looking upwards and feeling the pain.
"Whatever, you can handle yourself you oh so powerful jounin..." she would end with a humph and walk off immediately, a space in the crowd clearing before she ventured off back towards the Shinwato and the other shops around there. Maigo would lay for a moment, practicing his breathing and finding out whether or not he'd be able to stand up on his own or not. Also whether he'd be confined to living on the ground there until someone would help him. The crowd that had gathered was murmuring and talking further, the first time that Maigo would notice them staring and watching the spectacle intently but also trying to hide it as if they were all loitering there and minding there own business.
Maigo would lay his head back and exhale in a heavy sigh, not a moment later a very elderly gentleman in traditional robes would come towards him, holding a hand up and asking if he was alright. Maigo would smirk, chuckle even as he spoke up,
"Women, ya know? It's so hard to get them to understand that you're a taken man... I bet you know what I'm talking about?" Maigo would raise an eyebrow at the old man suggestively who went from a curious look to a look of laughter and chuckling. The old man held a hand out towards Maigo to help him up, admonishing him at the same time,
"I have a feeling it wasn't that simple. Rejection hurts but not usually this badly..." the old man's smirk carried as Maigo took his hand, trying to pull him up from the ground with a single arm as his other was too bothered holding himself up with a cane. Maigo held his left hand around his chest, trying to hold himself together, and he groaned heavily as he began to move upwards. Though, instead of standing Maigo would loosen his grip under the pain and fall heavily back to the ground, his back coming to rest against the wall behind him as his body bounced slightly and left him groaning even more loudly as he leaned back and gripped across his chest tighter.
"Thanks for trying to help old man, but I think I just get to sit here and die instead... I definitely need to stop making her so angry..." Maigo would muse as he fell back and let his head rest on the wall looking upwards. The pain in his body was beginning to dull and maintain. He just needed to take a minute, that was all. Catch his breath and get himself ready to get to standing. That's all he needed, stand up, and find a medic. He almost forgot in the instant after falling that the old man was still there listening, almost content on trying to help him up again with his one available arm.
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The crowd gathering around was light but growing as the murmurs increased and worried faces onlooked. From the crowd burst forth a shinobi in more traditional Kirigakure armor, an ANBU agent though she didn't wear the markings in general public while Maigo was more dressed to relax. Or would have been relaxing, the mood shifting as his eyes wandered downward but still up towards the sky to see her face burning red in anger, maybe even embarrassment as she stomped her way forward and held a tightened fist to her side. Her shoulders were perked up and it was almost as if she was holding her breath up until the point she shouted,
"90 cm?!"
Her words burst forth in a rage as the semi-circle of onlookers that encompassed the two of them had taken a good two or three feet steps back as she emerged. Maigo rolled to his left side, feeling the tightening of muscle and the slow dull pains mixed in with the incredibly sharp shattered pain at his bones. He tried to hide his smile and chuckle a bit, maybe unsuccessfully as his legs hit the ground and he landed on his butt while staying sat upwards.
"Look! It's just a guess, but a number to be proud of!" Maigo would reassure as he began to stand up, getting to one leg but having kept his eyes off of his comrade. The next thing he knew, she had taken two quick steps towards him, the sound of which drawn out by the crowd's talking and concern as well as the intense pain of several broken ribs as he tried to get to his feet. The punch she would bring following her steps would be just as intense, a huge amount of chakra pressed into landing square into his chest. The strength of which picked the hunched over Maigo off the ground slightly, feeling his sternum crack and the awareness leave his body emptily. Both the wind knocked out of him as well as what felt like his soul before she quickly hopped herself, and delivered a heel kick into Maigo's side and launch him away.
Maybe it was luck that planted the kick into his left side, or maybe she was being considerate? Doubtfully though, as Maigo went flying maybe another thirty feet through the air and landed into a stucco wall not far off, leaving a dent with several cracks and a wounded Maigo laying on the ground and groaning heavily. The groan coming from his stomach and lower lungs as his chest felt in shambles, the body laying almost lifeless with his arms laying out and body totally limp for an instance. Maigo's mind wandering about the chances that he could just play dead and be rid of his misery. Instead, he would place a palm flat on the ground while struggling, almost shaking to get off the ground as his face lifted up and revealed nothing more than a grimace in pain.
His actions would be cut off though, as the flattened palm against the ground would be met with a quick footstep, her foot planting her heel into the back of his hand and pushing it into the ground. Maigo would try to pull his hand away with no real success, every pull seeming to jossle about the broken contents of his ribcage and leaving him in more pain buried under more pain.
"You're right, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about that much less guessing at their size..." Maigo would wince out as if he were out of breath, pulling his hand with his other hand. The girl above him would sigh, shaking her head and releasing his hand, leaving Maigo to quickly retract and pull his hand to his chest, holding it over himself and laying on his back, looking upwards and feeling the pain.
"Whatever, you can handle yourself you oh so powerful jounin..." she would end with a humph and walk off immediately, a space in the crowd clearing before she ventured off back towards the Shinwato and the other shops around there. Maigo would lay for a moment, practicing his breathing and finding out whether or not he'd be able to stand up on his own or not. Also whether he'd be confined to living on the ground there until someone would help him. The crowd that had gathered was murmuring and talking further, the first time that Maigo would notice them staring and watching the spectacle intently but also trying to hide it as if they were all loitering there and minding there own business.
Maigo would lay his head back and exhale in a heavy sigh, not a moment later a very elderly gentleman in traditional robes would come towards him, holding a hand up and asking if he was alright. Maigo would smirk, chuckle even as he spoke up,
"Women, ya know? It's so hard to get them to understand that you're a taken man... I bet you know what I'm talking about?" Maigo would raise an eyebrow at the old man suggestively who went from a curious look to a look of laughter and chuckling. The old man held a hand out towards Maigo to help him up, admonishing him at the same time,
"I have a feeling it wasn't that simple. Rejection hurts but not usually this badly..." the old man's smirk carried as Maigo took his hand, trying to pull him up from the ground with a single arm as his other was too bothered holding himself up with a cane. Maigo held his left hand around his chest, trying to hold himself together, and he groaned heavily as he began to move upwards. Though, instead of standing Maigo would loosen his grip under the pain and fall heavily back to the ground, his back coming to rest against the wall behind him as his body bounced slightly and left him groaning even more loudly as he leaned back and gripped across his chest tighter.
"Thanks for trying to help old man, but I think I just get to sit here and die instead... I definitely need to stop making her so angry..." Maigo would muse as he fell back and let his head rest on the wall looking upwards. The pain in his body was beginning to dull and maintain. He just needed to take a minute, that was all. Catch his breath and get himself ready to get to standing. That's all he needed, stand up, and find a medic. He almost forgot in the instant after falling that the old man was still there listening, almost content on trying to help him up again with his one available arm.
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