1 Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Tue May 28, 2019 8:00 pm
Myrddin
A-rank
Emptyness swarmed the young male like a black hole, as he stood alone in the never ending void of darkness that surrounded him. His voice silent no matter how hard he tried to scream he shouted and screamed over and over again till his thoat burned like acid but still no sound escaped his lips. He could hear voices, faint sounds of speaking but he could not make out their words, he could not find their source, and no matter how far he ran there was only the darkness. The male was about to give up all hope when suddenly there was a bright light in the distance, almost like the light at the end of a tunnel, only this light was moving towards him at an alarming rate. The blinding light surrounded the male as the darkness had just seconds before, blurred images faded in and out of his view though nothing that gave the male any sign of details as to where he was or what exactly was going on around him. When he tried to move he found himself restrained, strapped down to the table they had him laying on, whoever they were that was standing over him must have been the sources of the faint voices he had heard in the darkness. The blurred images did not last for long as darkness once again crept around the male and engulfed his vision as the young shinobi slipped into unconciousness. In his unconcious state his thoughts were not about what was going on with himself but thoughts of his mother and sister and the rest of his family, it had been so long since he had seen any of them and he did not know if he would ever get the chance to see them again. He missed his home, yet something inside of him would not let him go back there, it was as if he was bound before he was even captured. When he awoke he found himself still bound yet standing rather than strapped to a table, which he could only tell from the fact that his wrist were sore from holding his weight while he was unconcious. As he stood he heard the rattle of more chains which bound his feet, whoever was doing this was obviously wise enough to know not to take chances. Looking around the room as his eye's adjusted the male could see the shimmering purple of the anbu barrier technique he knew all too well, so his assumption was right and he was being held prisoner and this was some sort of holding cell and they knew better than to place him in an unguarded cell. The male racked his brain trying to remember what it was that had happened, he remembered a mission and a fight but then there was only darkness, the details of the mission, who he had fought, any details at all escaped the young male no matter how hard he tried to remember. He struggled to break free of the chains that bound him, but his strength was not fully back yet and the strain he put on himself soon exhausted him to the point of unconciousness once more.
As the male sleep his dreams told him the story of what happened to him, his service to the Raikage, his mission in the anbu to wipe out the Iwa base camp with the borders of Kaze no Kuni, the man that challenged his squad and then took them out, all of it. The young shinobi awoke with a start, finding himself still bound in place as he had been before. Something didn't sit right with him though about the whole situation, the man that fought them in the desert was much stronger than any other shinobi that was in the report out of Iwagakure from the spy. How could someone with such power escape the sight of the spy that was said to be blessed with the eye's of the gods according to Lord Hastur. The male's mind was working in overtime as he tried to make sense out of the predictament he had found himself in, with how he was bound there was no chance of molding his chakra for a jutsu and even if he managed to create the rasengan with how his hand was bound he doubted it would truly do any good. The male's thoughts were interupted by the sound of voices outside of the barrier that was surrounding him, and after some movement the male felt the presence of another within the barrier with him. Whoever it was stood behind where he was bound and no matter how hard the male would turn his head to try to see the face of his guest the dim light with his cell did not provide enough to see details through the shadows. The sound of a chair moving followed by the sound of someone sitting in it filled the male's ears followed closely by a voice of a man that the male did not know. "Let's get started, shall we?" Thoughts of what kind of torture they would submit upon him filled his mind at the words from the man, though he would show no sign of fear, his training wouldn't allow it, his pride wouldn't allow it, he would not let his enemy see weakness within him. The Anbu are taught to withstand torture, and even then they are told to kill themselves rather than be captured, yet sucide was never something Raphael agreed with and even if he had the opertunity to do so doubted he would have. No he would just have to face the music, pray that he can survive, and above all figure out a way to get out of here, but for now he would have to just take whatever it was they were about to do to him, however he was not about to just take it without resistance. "That would be lovely actually. First I would like to know where I am, Who you are, and How long I have been here? We can get to the more serious questions after you have answered those." The male stated looking back over his shoulder at the faceless man that sat behind him, he doubted his attempt to demand answers would work but if anything it would show that just because he was bound did not mean that he was backing down.
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As the male sleep his dreams told him the story of what happened to him, his service to the Raikage, his mission in the anbu to wipe out the Iwa base camp with the borders of Kaze no Kuni, the man that challenged his squad and then took them out, all of it. The young shinobi awoke with a start, finding himself still bound in place as he had been before. Something didn't sit right with him though about the whole situation, the man that fought them in the desert was much stronger than any other shinobi that was in the report out of Iwagakure from the spy. How could someone with such power escape the sight of the spy that was said to be blessed with the eye's of the gods according to Lord Hastur. The male's mind was working in overtime as he tried to make sense out of the predictament he had found himself in, with how he was bound there was no chance of molding his chakra for a jutsu and even if he managed to create the rasengan with how his hand was bound he doubted it would truly do any good. The male's thoughts were interupted by the sound of voices outside of the barrier that was surrounding him, and after some movement the male felt the presence of another within the barrier with him. Whoever it was stood behind where he was bound and no matter how hard the male would turn his head to try to see the face of his guest the dim light with his cell did not provide enough to see details through the shadows. The sound of a chair moving followed by the sound of someone sitting in it filled the male's ears followed closely by a voice of a man that the male did not know. "Let's get started, shall we?" Thoughts of what kind of torture they would submit upon him filled his mind at the words from the man, though he would show no sign of fear, his training wouldn't allow it, his pride wouldn't allow it, he would not let his enemy see weakness within him. The Anbu are taught to withstand torture, and even then they are told to kill themselves rather than be captured, yet sucide was never something Raphael agreed with and even if he had the opertunity to do so doubted he would have. No he would just have to face the music, pray that he can survive, and above all figure out a way to get out of here, but for now he would have to just take whatever it was they were about to do to him, however he was not about to just take it without resistance. "That would be lovely actually. First I would like to know where I am, Who you are, and How long I have been here? We can get to the more serious questions after you have answered those." The male stated looking back over his shoulder at the faceless man that sat behind him, he doubted his attempt to demand answers would work but if anything it would show that just because he was bound did not mean that he was backing down.
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