Join the Madness [Plot]

[Curin, Ryozakin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] in this farewell there's no blood there's no alibi 'cause i've drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies It was not often when Ryozakin was asked to come forward and represent something, or rather to even present himself to nobles or the like. In fact, they were always disgusted with him appearing and disappearing as he normally and nominally did. Yes, such things were out of the ordinary yet in such a manner, only so many things can be said about it. For Ryozakin, he had the title of being the Enigma of Iwa, the ghost in the rock. However, this did not stop him from showing how illusions can trump and diminish a mind to worthless meat in a husk. Yes, he was quite known for that, and the illusions he did implement were normally never pleasant for anyone caught inside them. Today though, he should not need to utilize such motives in the mean time he would dress himself in his red overcoat, underneath he wore the school uniform like clothing of his clansmen. The black with gold insignias of musical clef notes. The swirling together of them while to Ryozakin he had no instrument of his own yet, but soon, very soon, he would receive it and when he does, it would produce the most marveling sound in the world for his illusions. The red overcoat was the only thing not dark about this boy, aside from his odd eyes that glow with some odd insignia of their own whenever he funnels chakra through them for some genjutsu. He packed his equipment in the necessary place while making certain his headband on his arm was secure. He then headed out, moving towards the place he was supposed to meet royalty. Yes, he looked nothing like most chuunin, but his actions towards those higher than him were crude and full of distain nonetheless. His body moving with a subtle reaction to speed and such at the necessary times he knew so well of. He focused and with a firm knowledge of the area he would pick up a single flower, a dangerously poisonous flower filled with a neo toxin that could stop a tiger dead in its tracks. Yes, he knew the plant well and also knew the poison was in the stem where he ripped the stem enough to place the flower onto his chest pocket. Waiting for what could seem an hour was so terribly agonizing to a degree while having moved his body with a calm collection of numbers inside his head. Waiting was always terrible however; in this landscape, he remained vigilant. words 420 tags Masumi notes Legislature made by akemi

[Tsubasa Masumi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't pretend to be a victim i don't ever want god to hear our screams and mistake them for prayers and you know i'm loaded but not which chamber i'm a born villain don't pretend to be a victim - - - - - Curin Ryozakin, known by the alias of the Enigma Ninja, a member of the Mateki Clan. A twenty year old chunin, specialized in genjutsu, with few other skills of note. Known to her mostly for his issues with authority of all types, Ryozakin was a curiosity - a riddle wrapped inside a mystery inside an enigma, if you will. Interestingly, he was not so full of hate as one might expect - not from what she knew, anyway. He was free-spirited and kind, for the most part, which made his outrage at authority all the more puzzling. She had asked him to meet her at one of the more remote training grounds, which were hardly used at all by the various shinobi of Iwagakure. For she had a proposition for him - perhaps a dangerous offer to accept, but something that would prove incredibly lucrative for him. Masumi needed a liaison of sorts, someone she could send to meetings in her stead in order to prevent suspicion from falling too heavily on her. But for that she would need to find someone she could trust - as much as a woman like her could trust, anyway. The chunin seemed, for the most part, to be a loner - not well-connected to anyone in a position of authority, for obvious reasons - and that could serve to make him the ideal person for her purposes. Whether or not he would listen to her explanations and give her a chance rather than immediately seeing her as an authority figure, someone to hate, was another story entirely. She arrived precisely on time to find him already there waiting for her. Dipping her head politely, she spoke. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today, Curin-san." Treating him as if he was her equal was sure to win her points, she thought. That, and the fact that she was going against a direct order from her husband, the Tsuchikage himself, to further her plans. "I wish to speak of a matter of utmost secrecy with you. Please give me your word that you will let no one else know of our meeting." words: 356 tags: ryozakin notes: 356 lyrics: born villain by marilyn manson credit: akemi of btn

[Curin, Ryozakin]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] in this farewell there's no blood there's no alibi 'cause i've drawn regret from the truth of a thousand lies Ryozakin had waited long enough it seemed. It was actually fairly close because he just about gave up on waiting on her to show up when he would eye her after hearing her footsteps. His head turning in that direction when he would blink twice, her eyes adjusting to look in towards that way. The way she greeted him threw him off though, almost off kilter though as if he were a boiling pot. His eyes stared at her, looking up and down and noticed one thing, she was pregnant. He almost could not believe it but also thought to himself how much of a busy body the Tsuchikage was. He heard her words, and would nod his head, keeping a majority of his mental strain to enabling himself to a knowledgeable discord of this individual. It was a calming thing in some retrospect, the way this person spoke and acted were highly different than those that he was used to in the fullest of senses. The fact she was married to the Tsuchikage made her higher than him, by official and society rank. Her face though, and he was certain it was an act, seemed almost related to his own, almost aiming for the same level. Ryozakin could not believe it though, he had gone too long in his life being covered in doubt and destruction to allow one such as this person to aim a decisive blow. This person was known for a many things, and he would learn of another thing when this woman spoke again. It was something deserving of much secrecy, something that he would nod calmly on with a single step of his foot as he kicked off the ground a bit and went forwards towards this woman. He would put his hand out, “Hand over a kunai, I know you did not come here unarmed so do hand one over for just a second.” The origin of the plan was to get his blood onto one of her kunai to use as a catalyst of the agreement, however if one was not handed over he would just use one of his own though the outcome would be the same. Taking the kunai to his right eye, starting three inches above and with a single smooth stroke he slid the blade down with a full connection of force to cut and scar that piece of his skin. Holding the kunai away, if it were her’s he would be handing it back, he gradually said, “As long as this scar remains on my body. I will hold to the secrecy of our meetings no matter what the cost, in return though I wish to be made a member of the Special Division similar to the Konohagakure AnBu as quickly as possible. That is my only term in this, I have no use for any others.” He was very direct, and the pain itself was excruciating to him as he would hold himself steady and calm in all retrospects of this. The blood trickling down his face and thoroughly now covered his eye in all respects and as it would seem in the manner, he could still retain consciousness and some degree of sense inside all of this pain he felt. The pain was relative to his hatred, and perhaps his scar would prove itself in the end of things with the subtle ease and need he have in his life he lived on. Granted he knew this person was higher than him but due to that asking and treating of equality, he would perhaps see her in a calmer light. 1025 Type Here tags Masumi notes Scars made by akemi

[Tsubasa Masumi]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] don't pretend to be a victim i don't ever want god to hear our screams and mistake them for prayers and you know i'm loaded but not which chamber i'm a born villain don't pretend to be a victim - - - - - Her politesse seemed to catch him off guard, just as she had expected. He was certainly not used to having people that were above him socially, as Masumi certainly was, treat him like an equal. After all, he was nothing more than a simple chunin. She, on the other hand, was the head of her Clan, a well-respected jonin with a good reputation, and the wife of the current Tsuchikage. Any one of those things would have made her better than him, and all three together only widened the distance between the two of them. In truth, she didn't view him as anywhere near her equal, as he might be able to infer; however, she knew how to be diplomatic when the situation called for it, despite what she believed. It was foolish to act like you were better than others regardless of what the truth might be. People did not tend to be friendly towards arrogance, nor were they willing to speak with people that looked down on them. It was a simple matter of calculated gestures - do what the people want you to do, act how they think you should act, and you could turn an entire country to your side in the course of a ten minute speech, or through one significant action. Now, a lowly chunin was nothing compared to a country, but the same principle still applied. Treat him like he wished to be treated and he would be pliant, more willing to be shaped by her words, than he would be if she told him that he was worthless without the higher calling she would offer him, or something of the sort. Being offensive was simply not the way to go about things - not if you wanted to get anything done without ruffling people's feathers and getting into arguments and whatnot. She arched a brow when he made his request, but retrieved a kunai and handed it over. What, exactly, did he intend to do with it? She knew it couldn't be for the purpose of attacking her; if that had been his aim, he likely would have cast a genjutsu, because it was common knowledge that her only skill with that art came from the foxes she summoned; she, directly, was incapable of using or dispelling them, although that was because she had never found the art worth her time. She did not show her surprise as he slashed across his own face with the kunai, and accepted it when he handed it back to her. "... A simple 'I promise' would have sufficed." she murmured dryly as he launched into an overly dramatic promise. "But very well. Although I cannot promise in return that I can get you the position you would like. I do not hold enough sway to place people in positions, and if I asked my husband to he would want to know why... You can see why that would be detrimental to this endeavor. However, I will do my best." Apparently he was willing to stand there and bleed, so she started to explain. "As for my proposition... I am involved in affairs that my husband is not fond of, to say the least. Secret research - research that could aid us in the war effort. So you see why it would be beneficial for me to carry it out, yes?" After a short pause, she continued. "I am not able to have the freedom of movement I would like. What I wish to have from you is an ally that can slip out of the village more easily to meet with people in my name. Does this sound agreeable to you?" words: 616 tags: ryozakin notes: 972 lyrics: born villain by marilyn manson credit: akemi of btn