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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 9:04 pm
Ren himself had never put too much thought in to a higher power, it never concerned him much; knowing, not knowing, things would go on the same and life would take its usual course. However, the thought of a "god" intrigued Ren, was it the fanciful imagination of men, to give comfort in dark time or was their some truth to it. Klein's mind was certainly set, the different levels to Klein's mind were surprising to him, his personality seemed to get more and more complex the longer time he spent with him.
Coming upon an empty street, they stood in front of an empty shop, Klein made quick work of the barricades that boarded up the shoppe. Once an entrance was exposed they proceeded inside, walking for a time they stopped and Klein pulled a slip of paper from his pocket. Straightening it and holding out towards Ren, he stated his offer.
The offer that Klein proposed was definitely an enticing one; to serve as a pawn, but not just to serve him, it also meant an opportunity for Renin to move up in the world, to do something with his life. Klein spoke of prestige, power and pleasure, all of which seemed tempting to Ren. This man had fanciful ideas, which to some could look like the ravings of a mad man , but to Ren they were the ambitions of a great leader. All these thoughts and more bounced around in his head as he considered the offer. The eager eyes of Klein seemed inviting as he waited for a reply, Ren averted his gaze glancing down at the floor. So many possibilities, risks and opportunities were on the table, but this offer wouldn't last of that Renjin was sure. He was sure if Klein really wanted to he could go off and recruit some other young budding Genin for his service, Ren wasn't quite sure why Klein had chosen him of all people. Ren was also sure that he didn't want to pass this up.
Ren's gaze shifted upward, centering on Klein. he struggled to fin the right words. "Your seems quite..... enticing. I've thought it over a bit and Ive decided that I accept. I give you my loyalty and life for your own bidding" Ren spoke these words not fully grasping what he was saying until it was all said and done. No turning back now, he just hoped the path he was going down was the right one. Ren wondered to himself, what had he gotten himself into and grabbed the piece of paper.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 9:46 pm
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The shinobi raised a hand, and gently placed it atop Renjin's shoulder. He squeezed the fabric of his clothing for a bit, and nodded, maintaining eye-contact. "I'll train you to be my right hand and my left. To see things as I do and open your eyes to see as if a different lens. I guarantee you that you won't regret this choice. The silent days of old are long behind you, now, Ren." He stepped forward, and offered his new accomplice a warm hug. Kleine -- in some way -- had always been a fairly territorial person. In his eyes, Renjin was now a part of his team. His pack. So he'd protect him moreso than others, and offer him more than he would anyone else. The deed in his hand -- the paper -- was a contract that allowed him a stay in the palace, of course. His life was going to change immensely from this moment on. "This tunnel leads to the place that will be your new room. Go there, and get a change of clothes to something lighter. Leave all of your weapons in your room. You'll only need your own body. Everything else will be unnecessary." The shinobi bowed slightly, backed away, and then disappeared into the walls.
He traveled to his room and set his own equipment down, unbuckling his pants and throwing them onto the floor; he removed his shoes and instead vied for going barefoot, removing his shirt and instead vying for the physical. He pulled up a pair of light, white cloth pants with a red belt hanging from his waistline. He set up a blindfold over his eyes, and stepped out into the hallway to tower over the throne room. He lept from the high floor and stood in the center of the large plaza, then knelt in a balanced position until Renjin arrived. It was very obvious that he was looking for a fight -- to test his ability.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 10:32 pm
Watching he saw as Klein backed away and seemed to sink into the wall, almost as if it were a liquid substance. Ren stood a bit dumbfounded at what he had saw and reached out an arm to feel the wall where he had disappeared. Feeling up and down he found nothing. "Whoah, I wonder how he did that Gino" Ren said still staring at the wall. Finnally after several minutes, he concluded that he would gain nothing by gawking at the wall all day, so Ren began his way down the tunnel, Gino close by in tow. The palace was a marvel to the eye, its marble flooring and intricate pillars showed all to well the luxury that Klein had been living in. In itself the palace had to have cost a fortune. Still marveling at all the intricate carvings Ren nearly passed up his room. A thin sliding door led into his newfound living space, upon entering he found a spacious abode that mirrored the luxury that he saw everywhere else in the palace. Gino quickly made himself at home jumping up onto the low sitting bed that sat towards the center of the room, he circled the spot a couple of times before deciding it was the best spot for him to lay. A second set of sliding doors led to what appeared to be a closet, its contents about five or six white linen shirts and pants. Quickly, Ren shrugged out of his own dirty worn clothes, before sliding on the clothes provided; finding no shoes he decided it probably wasn't something of a necessity here.
Walking torwards the door once more Ren motioned for Gino to follow, the dog yawned and slowly got up and in place beside him. Wandering the palace for several minutes Ren finally found his way to a large open space a high ceiling arced over above. In the middle of the room stood a crouched Klein, shirtless with a cloth blindfolding his eyes. He had always assumed that Klein was a fit man but seeing his physique now before him put Ren at awe, nearly perfect was an understatement in Ren's mind.
"Nice place you got here" He said strolling into the plaza gazing all around.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 10:49 pm
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He shrugged. Nice place, yes. He resolved to make it nicer, however. "They say if you put mirrors behind the eyes of a figurine, they come to life. There are always touches to even lifeless things that can make them evolve. This palace is dead and dull. I wish to make it the center of conflict and the symbol of power in the world. So, there are many more renovations needing to be made. The first step is filling it with people -- like you, who wish to improve. After all, a place is only as good as the people in it. Or so a book once told me." He stood up tall, and looked towards Renjin, though in honesty he couldn't actually see. He felt the vibrations of the earth, however, and the flow of chakra. He could "feel" Renjin, and his movements. He could detect the movements of his body so intensely that he could tell truths from lies. It was his ability as a Wu Xing.
And he did not desire to hide it, either. "I'm a lot more perceptive than your average person. Your glances at me, your uplifting of emotions, I can detect them all with my hands and my feet. I have a motion sensory that goes beyond even the ground, but forces and pulses in the air. I can feel your heartbeat right now. I notice your eyes looking at my body. With that in mind, you might ask why a blindfold might limit my capability? Essentially, I could fight about equally even if I were blind. In truth, that's fact. However, I cannot really fight back against you without the ability to see. I am limited to reacting rather than acting. Humans have a vulnerability when their eyes are closed -- they feel helpless. I possess that weakness as well. And you will encounter that many shinobi have many human weaknesses as you begin to fight people in your life. I'm going to teach you right now how to deal with a weakened opponent." He readied into a battle-stance, and pulled up some metal from the room, wrapping it around his arms like bangles. It was to be his arm-guards; they would defend his body against the majority of Renjin's attacks.
He felt the location of the man and his dog, and decided to make the initiative. He began to dash forward at the man with extreme speed, giving him barely any time to react. Kleine was exceptionally fast. He was faster than virtually any shinobi he'd known, even though he hadn't yet achieved his full potential. Right now, with the consistent effect of The Shift, and his genetically inclined agility, he was moving at the speed of a blur. He aimed his fist forward to smash against Renjin's chest, and kept his left arm holstered near his side to uppercut or defend. He tested his ability to react to bad situations.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 11:46 pm
Klein suddenly rushed at him, his speed was fast, the fastest he had probably ever seen. Performing the hand sign Ren quickly replaced himself with one of the nearby statues. Gino moved off to the side out of the way of the attack, Klein's hit connected with the dummy causing it to topple backwards and appear once again as a statue. Renjin up above in the air signed out shibu shuriken, sending the earthen shurikens flying down at Klein's awaiting back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 11:52 pm
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The man detected the swell in his energy as he performed the Kawarimi, and recognized the handseals. He reeled back before his fist made contact, and stepped away from the puff of smoke that emerged. He felt in the vibrations of the air that a high-speed projectile was coming at him, and he innervated his arm-guard with energy so that it could knock the projectile away. As they made contact, the earthen shuriken crumbled, a strong sound designating the crunching impact. Kleine dashed to where Renjin was in the air, and attempted to grab onto his leg and throw him against the floor. If he succeeded, he would continue by stomping hard against his chest in an impact that would possibly decide the fight right then and there. "Never remain in a vulnerable position, Renjin. In the air -- or on a place where your footing is not secure -- you are an easy target as you are far less mobile than your opponent."
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 12:09 am
Klein hadn't fallen for the substitution jutsu and he had shrugged the kawarimi shuriken off like nothing was there. Renjin saw the mistake he had made, he could not change the direction he was moving fast enough to avoid his grab. Gino still sitting to the side of Klein stepped into action, the small pup used the katon flare technique firing it at Klein in an effort to save Renjin.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:12 am
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The Heiland quickly threw Renjin onto the ground, and raised a column of metal from the floor to block the burst of flame. When Renjin was locked on the ground, Kleine stepped on his chest and grinned, staring down at him though obviously his vision was a little preoccupied by its blinding. He then crouched, his foot still crunching against Renjin's chest. He sat down and spoke. "Not bad, but not good either. I didn't expect much from a beginner in terms of technique. But I do expect for you to not make dumb decisions. First of all, your animal companion is a combat asset. They should always be essentially right beside you. If you're split off, you're easy to pick off. Especially since you're both weak at the moment. Also, you should never go on the offensive against a superior opponent unless you have a perfect opportunity. Throwing shuriken at me earlier was unnecessary; you would've been better off substituting and then getting into proper position. Even if your chances are one-percent, that's better than zero. By going on the offense, you made your chances zero." He stood up -- obviously very uncomfortable for Renjin -- and began to peel off his blindfold.
When it was removed, it revealed his one blue eye open and another eye shut. He glanced back at Renjin, and stretched his arms over his neck, then tapped his foot against the floor. He was idle, trying to think of how to transition to the next step. "Renjin, I have a question for you. Do you consider yourself a good person? My first sight of you was watching you repair the shop that I'd broken apart weeks prior. This implied some gallant attitude that you possessed. But, further on, you blatantly abandoned your nation in the search for power and wealth at my disposal. What are your ambitions, in the first place? Are they good, neutral, evil, or simply self-serving?" He stared intently. He planned to integrate Renjin's life into his -- to tie them together, to an extent. But if Renjin was here solely for a blind greed, then perhaps he would not do that. He wasn't sure about the boy's motivations. He wasn't exactly that talkative, so Kleine could only guess.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 11:57 am
The blow to his chest had been painful but luckily his ribs took the brunt of the force, luckily nothing felt broken just sore. Ren understood what Klein was saying about his strategy but considering Klein's amount of power he wasn't sure he could take him regardless of the approach he took. Gino padded over next to him licking him on the check. "You did a good job boy" Ren said reaching out and petting him behind his ear.
Now Ren hadn't put much thought into what Klein was asking, he was quite sure of the answer himself. His motives by no means were self serving, he just belived that staying in Konoha wouldn't be the best path for him, not so much as abandoning as it was "taking time away.'" He didn't know what he planned to do, if he planned to ever go back, but what he did know is that he and Klein shared a common trait, ambition. Ren wanted nothing more than the ability to change the world, to leave his mark and to be remembered. Klein seemed to be just like Ren, just more organized and more powerful. Now to his question of being a good person? Yes he believed so.
"Yes I believe im a good person, now my opinion does not matter though as much other peoples. Im neither bad nor self-serving Im ambitious, I wish to leave my mark on this world like you, leaving the village was a choice for me and you call that self serving if you wish but I believe it was the best choice in that case. Risks and opportunity's have to be taken in order to get somewhere in life, I was just lucky enough to meet you. As to my loyalty, you are my master now and I will serve you fiercely until I am no longer needed, as such I still have a lot to learn which I can see clearly now after this battle." He spoke in serious tone. Ren paused for a moment his facing seeming to lighten a bit ",Now help me up before I grow old and die." he said chuckling a bit as he reached out his hand.
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The Heiland listened carefully as Renjin spoke, finding some level of amusement in his answer. If he considered himself a good person still, he'd be mightily disappointed in the following months and years. And furthermore, he declared his loyalty to Kleine even admitting that Kleine might "dispose of him" if he is no longer needed. All of this was something at least a little funny. Renjin was definitely not the skeptical type. When he asked for assistance getting up, the Shogun grabbed onto his arm slightly beneath his elbow, squeezing it somewhat. He looked him in the eye, and said: "I thought I told you to abstain from unnecessary physical contact. I know you can't help but let me smack you around, but I can help from putting myself into danger around you." He pulled the boy up, and stood within a few inches proximity from him.
"I don't trust you. I don't trust anyone. I don't even trust myself. But I don't fear you either. And you don't need to fear me. Loyalty is the most valuable resource in the world. Money is only the second most powerful, because it secures loyalty. Humans can't assert power without other humans to assert it for them. Your loyalty -- it makes you worth something to me. It makes you very valuable. Until you lose it." He backed away, then trained his eyes towards the throne. He walked across the wooden boards and onto the golden seat, staring into the fine details of the chair as if pondering something. Because he was. He was trying to imagine the future that would unfold within this palace. And then, a thought struck him.
"Did you like your room? There's more to it than meets the eye. It's sort of an epitaph to our collective aspirations. It's covered in things that I revere and aspire to be revered for. Statues, poems, stories and philosophies. You might've only noticed the bed and the wardrobe, but inside of the drawers and the closets there's a world of knowledge to be had. Inside of this palace there's a clash; the old world meets the new, tradition versus liberty, and dreams meet reality. Speaking of, I've obsessively geared this venture of ours to my dreams and my realities. I'd rather focus on you. After all, this is your day. So -- let me ask you another, final question for the night." He raised his arms from his side, looking down at Renjin, and he asked -- "If you could have anything you wanted right now, what would it be? I'll give it to you, if I can. We can go right now and chase after that dream. I'd like to have an adventure tonight. I'm tired of being Shinsei for the day."
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 9:48 pm
Renjin watched as Klein positioned himself upon the throne, it seemed right him, this man really did strike him as a leader. He watched as Klein raised his arms and said ",If you could have anything you wanted right now, what would it be? I'll give it to you, if I can. We can go right now and chase after that dream. I'd like to have an adventure tonight. I'm tired of being Shinsei for the day."
He thought for a second, what would be something fun to do?"I know, lets go to Kusa!" Ren said. He then scooped up Gino in one hand and began to head to the door. Going to his room Ren rinsed some of the sweat off his face and packed a small satchel with some money to spend. He then went to go find Klein.
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 7:06 pm
⓶ Years Later All conversations that were unfinished can be finished in Pm. Please make sure to update your character. heart
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 1:48 am
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Why must you ostracize me? I asked. I never had a chance. I never had the opportunity to make things right. I was born, raped, and then infested by this creature. My own body doesn't belong to me. I have nothing. I'm forced to commit evil - to hate, and to be hated. Why?
I was told for my entire life that there was suffering because there was free will. I was told this because, in honesty, it's true. Free will is what enables suffering. Perhaps that is the greatest reason I desired to control so many people. I think, too, that it's because I can't control myself. Even if I were the most mentally resilient person alive, I would still be unable to control this . . . creature inside of me. That is why I feel the way I do today: defeated, hopeless. I wonder why I wasn't given a chance. It's silly that I wonder this though, isn't it? I already told myself the answer a long time ago. God doesn't care. He really doesn't care about someone like me. If he did, he would've leaped from his chair, extended his arms towards me and said: Kleine, I love you. Kleine, you're my creation. Kleine, everything's going to be okay.
He didn't do that when my aunt was violating me. He didn't do it when the Enemy first presented itself. He didn't stop me from all those horrible things I was forced to do -- all of those killings. Why am I like this? I used to be so good. How can a pure creature be so viciously tainted?
The battle against evil is a losing one. Think about it like this -- it only takes one awful event to turn someone into a monster. It can be something traumatic, or even enjoyable. It can be alcohol or other drug substances. Hell, it can even be a casual conversation at a coffee shop. And yet . . . in order to abandon your evil, and become good, there are great lengths at which you must despair. There is the abandonment of selfishness, a quest that can destroy any human being alive. It's so difficult, so painful, so incredibly abstract.
I asked the elder of my clan, Heiland, about the previous Psycho Demons within the group. I asked her because I wanted to know if any of them had ever escaped their fates. Instead, I was given a grim reminder of the fact that such a thought may be impossible; fruitless, and without merit.
She told me . . .
"In a hundred years, I have seen only six of your kind: those possessed by the Enemy. All of them began as charming young children, at the prime of their youth, entering into their early teenage years; they were all learning of the world. It is often when one is so young that they face their worst traumas, mostly because they are at the middle-point of their development . . . no longer clueless enough to suffer intolerance, and yet not yet wise enough to bear through it. For you, I can understand why you changed the way you did. What Hysteria did to you . . . left a rift in your mind, and this allowed the Enemy to sneak through. If I had known what was happening back then, I would've intervened to stop it. But I only noticed when it was too late - by then, you had already killed your mother and father. I did not blame you, as I knew what you had become. The similarities were too prevalent. Other children that became Enemies often did the same; the worst of them would instead torment their families for years.
The Enemy killed your father so soon because he feared him. He was a threat - he could stop you, grab hold of you, even though he could never truly expel the Enemy. Without Shahnz alive, he knew he essentially had free reign over you. It was similar a story with the girl who was the Psycho Demon before you . . . Analetz. Funny enough, in our ancient tongue, Analetz means Red Demon. This title suited her perfectly. When the demon infiltrated her, she completely lost herself. She would work contract jobs and buy new homes on a cycle; every year or so, she would take up a new identity, buy a new home. Once moving and settling herself in, she would abduct a young adult, skin them alive and paint the walls of her home with their blood. She would leave their corpse outside of the house to inform everyone of where to check, and then she would move on to her next identity. She was a serial killer, known in finality as the Crimson Artist. She was a genius young girl who put her talents into death and mortality over life and kinship.
When the Enemy grew bored of her, he killed her. She entered a government office with a bomb strapped against her chest, her blood painting the walls of the lobby. We Heilands are known for bouts of extreme insanity. Insanity is so deeply tied to us that we have been nearly exiled from this nation, despite our great prominence as a clan. Controlling the Psycho Demon is impossible. He is boundless; he is within you. He can move from one plane to the next, one host to another. We have never been able to eradicate him. But . . ."
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To be honest, most of what she said afterwards was useless. It didn't help. It was about not being afraid, loving, being loved. I knew all of that; I tried for all of that. He stopped me, not allowing such things. She wouldn't understand that, though. It took a Psycho Demon to understand a Psycho Demon. Yet, even with them I can't feel kinship. I'd probably just feel pity, or fear that they might unleash their anger on me. In honesty, even though I'm so powerful, I'm afraid of a lot of things. I'm afraid of Shinsei especially . . . this creature within me that haunts my mind. I so desperately dream of a day where he is gone, and it is just me. What a life I would have. Knowing what I know now, I would try to live every day to the fullest. I would swim and dance, sing and climb mountains . . . I'd smile, I'd make sure to smile. I'd abandon the throne. I'd go somewhere far away where nothing matters but love. Yeah.
I can dream of days like that. I want to. I still have that right. God hasn't completely forsaken me. I at least own one, beautiful thing.
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"In this life of mine," he said, "Ambivalence is a requirement. Necessity deems that I act by order of most provocative. I must be inciting, not moral. That is how I survive." His eyes looked into the young man's, the person who had come from far away worlds to speak with him. He said he was from a tribe to the far west, a place that was always touched by the sun. He said that he had heard of Shinsei Karnata and his power, his decisiveness and brutality. He had been sent by his leader to uncover the means in which he disciplined his people. At least, that was what he said. He could've been a journalist with a mere disguise, a faked accent that seemed real. He could've been a fan, or an assassin, or anyone of no particular interest. Everything was possible. Still, Shinsei spoke. He liked to speak about the number one topic on everyone's mind: himself.
"By that logic, are you saying that you make your decisions based on what is most interesting? What about ruling for the sake of efficiency? Is your ambition merely self-fulfillment?" The man seemed baffled that someone in power could have such a bizarre ideology to them. How could, in the eyes of someone who had lived through suffering . . . someone who struggled to survive, how could Shinsei so freely feel as if he could get away with this process of thought? Provocative? What about the strength of the people?
The Heiland laughed at such a thing; such a hesitation surrounding his practice. "You may leave me now. You have your answer." He shooed him away, the man awkwardly bowing as he began to leave. Shinsei watched him go, curious as to whether or not he was telling the truth. Enemy, is he a journalist? he asked the entity.
No, he replied. He speaks the truth. He is a tribesman. Hahahaha. He found it odd that the creature laughed. That seemed a bit bizarre. He felt that maybe he was being sarcastic; maybe it was too obvious that he was in fact lying about his livelihood, and that he surely was a journalist. Shinsei quickly grew incredibly tense about the situation, standing up and calling the man by his title: "Tribesman!" he yelled.
The other man looked back, and cocked an eyebrow.
"I've always wanted a foreign phallial masseuse." He grinned, and the man shortly afterwards found himself in chains.
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To be truthful, in this life of Shinsei's, he had become bored. It was just ruling, whether over Kingdoms or individuals. He started to contemplate a future, or rather, a source of momentary distraction. His thoughts ran back to the past . . . to Renjin, Hashao, and Asher. Those people that brought him many smiles for a time, and pleasured groans at other moments. In-between the smiles and groans, there was a long and unawakened longing in his heart. He missed those people . . . they kind of, honestly, made him feel a little more human than he usually felt.
He began to compose a letter. He sent it out through messengers in the form of his Undead Kuchiyose, the agents seeking trails and hoping to discover any of the three men, or perhaps all. He wasn't sure if any would reply, or come to him now, knowing how he'd changed. But - he wanted to see their arrogant little faces again, even if only for a smack on the cheek or a tumble. It didn't matter. It was nothing but a small hope.
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