[Event] Diplomatic Crisis

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Everything seemed to happen in the crackling time frame of a single second. A second taken out of the expanse of time itself, broken apart and looked into. Life, it seemed was so short, and yet so much could happen within the human's individual experience. Every bolt and nail that held the secrets and motives of a villages leader were quickly being pounded more and more into place, securing him from any kind of failure. That much was certain. Without so much as offering a single word, the radiance of something hardly human shone from his persona. His aura itself seemed to strangle the earth below him, the slight upward tilt of his grin exemplifying his egotistical ways in as subtle a manner as possible.

A small rumble of thunder arose from above him, hardly deterring his attention from the target at hand. Diplomacy. At least that was the cover. Everything was an excuse for something else, and that was all present on the grand stage of Inoshi's mind. Nothing was as it seemed with the mysterious man, rumor of his deadly power having traveled far, but without any kind of specifics. He had made sure to keep himself and his village hidden from the grasps of information leaks, making sure he would always have the element of surprise. Rumor was a powerful tool when acting on nothing more than diplomacy. He knew that, and he knew how to harness that to the fullest extent. As soon as the news had arrived at his door step, he had thought of one thing and one thing only. This mean that he would be ushered to play the public hero once more, forcing his will over the others involved. But that was not why he was here. Trouble had erupted, sure. Some man decided that he wanted to play god, but didn't have the ability to play god in a land that actually mattered. As such, he chose to feast on the weak Bear Country, flexing his power over their military state, and easily maneuvering himself into a ruling position. That was all fine. His political diplomats had used that nation as a meeting ground to convene with other important politicians of the various greater nations. Of course, they had been caught up in the crossfire. That, too, was all just fine.

Too the tall Yamanaka man, this was not about saving the diplomats. That was something that was easily enough done. There was no concern there. No excitement, rather. Instead, this was about assessing the other nations. This was about seeing who it was that they had chosen. How important were these diplomats to the other nations. Would they do all it was that they could to save their precious information, their deadly secrets? Or would they have confidence that their politicians knew only what they should, and posed no threat. It would speak a lot to the nation's abilities.

The land around him was rather bleak, other than the massive trees that rose from the ground in near distance from him, shading him from the already weakening light. Night time was close, and the shadows had passed the point of growing longer. Instead, they now just merged into the blackening colors of the world around him. Inoshi smelled rain in the wind, knowing that it was not unheard of for the country to spit down water on its inhabitants from time to time. Furthermore, the rain and wet environments was hardly anything foreign to the Mizukage of Kirigakure no Sato. Even so, the land within these parts was far more dry than what he was used to. Another grumble from the sky, threatening of the immanent storm which was to take place. And then it started, a small, single drop falling and gently slamming atop the wide brimmed, circular hat that cast his face into shadow.

His bonde hair fell across his head in a messy way, and yet highly stylized. Each strand looked as if it had been purposely placed to accomplish the look, however, this was just how the man's hair fell. The wide brimmed hat, made of almost paper thin wooden planks covered his eyes with its low glare, a series of white strips of fabric falling from it's under section, covering his hair, and a large potion of his face. What was left of his face, was, in large part, covered by the high brimmed collar of his cloak, covering his chin and even his lips, depending on how he positioned his face. The cloak was an extremely dark purple, looking jet black in the low light, and only able to be distinguished as anything but that in high lighting. The cloak consisted of an over section, baggy, and long, its sleeves just passing the length of Inoshi's finger tips, and thus encompassing them completely. The baggy pants of a shihakusho covered his legs, offering very little shape or hints as to what his musculature looked like. The appearance was striking, and deadly, almost bold and blatant, but understated at the same time.

The Mizukage knew that other nation's diplomats were locked inside the country. As such, other important members would have gathered along the entrance lines of the Nation, trying to seek a way to enter in a peaceful manner. At least, that was the smart thing to do. Go through any means needed to keep things seemingly peaceful. Despite the capability, it would be unwise for any one nation to go to war with the Bear Country due to political reasons. Declaring war against an innocent nation held under hostage was hardly a way to gain friends. Deep sea blue eyes shifted as the rain began to become more and more intense. Despite not going to endless bounds to conceal his identity, it was also a fact that almost no one knew what he really looked like, especially outside of the land or water. He had never met with other political importances without first masking himself in someway, always playing on the unassuming. Always hidden in a freedom that prohibited just that. There was but one safe and known entrance into the Bear Country that Inoshi knew of, and this was the entrance that was taken during trade with the nation which had been conducted numerous times in the past. Trade which he had monitored and watched over closely. Had the other nations ever gone through trade with the Bear Country, which was more than probable, they would also be forced to take this route of entry into the geographically defended area. The poisons which were secreted from the long and hidden tunnels of the land made it hard to enter any other way, and those unsuspecting would meet their fate, should they try and merely venture over uncharted lands. As such, Inoshi would wait for the others, wanting first to go into council with them and make his move after calculations had been made. He knew not of the other nation's ninja's entrance, or where they would go from, but he assumed. It was an educated guess. Should they fail to show up, Inoshi would simply go in himself, and do what was needed.

Kirigakure was hardly a nation that had been on friendly terms with other nations. That said, it was not on poor terms with other nations, just rather hidden and mysterious as a total. When it had interacted with the world, it had been renowned as a world power, one of the five greater nations and hidden villages. But even these interactions were minimal and always covered. It had been one quality that Kirigakure had always possessed. The ability to hide within the mist it was birthed from, and not be seen by others. As such, nothing but mystery, allure, and dominance glistened from him. He looked not like a kage, and it was more than likely that none of the sent ninja would recognize him as such, but he did look like someone of importance. His wide brimmed hat had the etchings of the Kirigakure symbol, giving away his loyalty to the Bloody Mist.

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The mirror that stares back from the abyss

Yuriko Tsukichinai | Kumogakure Jounin | Jigoku no Ko

Enter Sekai no Hime

Have no choice but be isolated

''Onee-sama.. onee-sama..'' the voice of the girl. Calling out from the darkness, her hand covered in black; the face of a scared child, but yet mavolence. It danced on her features, like a flame that beckoned, that begged, and that wished to come out. It was dancing; threads of fate that became slowly nothing more then rotten corpses, more to decorate the landscape. The girl was going to be another; but yet, cracked, chapped lips opened, blood spewing from the orifice that was open for all to see, the colors mixing of black and red. ''Onee-sama... onee-sama.. save me.. save me..'' called the sweet voice, a maddening impulse in the mind. It was the sound of nails grating on chalkboard; it was the sound of torture, screams, and sadness that invaded one's heart. It didn't matter how she felt; more would begin to accumulate, more would stretch their hands to the heavens, letting their meat slip into the mouthes of maggots, and soon their bones were the only testament to their remaining time. This girl was just one of many pitable souls that lost their paths, that resided in the madness of the memories. It was a simple testament, a simple drama that danced in the embrace of hate and darkness; and yet there was absolute kindness and beauty, the duality of the realms breaching, struggling. The breath that the girl hissed was pressed, dangerous painful; what was she to do here, now, at this moment? Was she to stop on the side of the road, to extend her hand to the rotten flesh, to save that child? Or would she just continue on her path, twisting, heaving, swallowing?

The maddening blooms of her mind were scarlet roses, as her body heaved; the vomit splattered on the ground, her long hair dancing as she shook her head. ''Onee-sama.. onee-sama!'' called the voice, more and more insistently. But she could not; there was no option. The sludge that remained was cleaned out with a spit, the girl flipping her hair again, letting it fly. It wasn't touched from the vomit, to say the least, as the girl's arms wrapped around her waist and stomach; like a straight jacket's hold, but by choice. The breaths that played off her were crimson; she could see nothing but the blood, scattered on the ground as though daisies, a small giggle from her lips. Had anyone seen this madness, danced in it, revelled in it until they found themselves sinking into the pit of death? Perhaps, but the girl could not stop. She was given a duty, as her lips twisted into a deathly grimace, a sort of shaking of her limbs jerked her forward. ''Forward.. forward..'' she muttered, a mantra. The hands of the dead gripped at her ankles, demanding love and retribution; struggling, left, alone, apart. They were pushed aside, made segrated, threatened, forced to extract the heart. Rambling of meaningless words flowed, but yet she knew. She knew that she would eat herself alive, letting out another small giggle, feeling the acid prickle of vomit.

It danced, in front of her eyes, and near her mind; she knew she had to do something, encased in the black abyss that inhabited her. ''Mission..'' she muttered under her breath, knowing, knowing that SHE had given it. It was HERS. HER request; HER demand. The thought filled the woman with glee, as she continued, the flipping strands of purple trailing like a veil. Her steps stopped, as she lifted her head; the grand trees had given way, slowly revealing a bleak land before her, the amethyst colored eyes searching. Panic almost instilled in her mind immidiately, the girl feeling the press of a ill-begotten mind to begin. Surprise; her body relaxed immidiately, as she began to walk down the road. The madness seemed to have become but the shadow of a memory; and yet it was true that it was a shadow, waiting to be unleashed if needed. The girl's eyes took in everything; from the dew slipping in front of her, to the rounded hat she thought she saw in the distance. But she dared no speak, or disturb; but the voices in her mind begged, wanted, thirsted. Death.. misery.. war.. pain. The medic was someone that could deliver all of these; or she could deliver salvation with but a gentle touch. There was something inherantly wrong, and yet utterly right to her; a chaotic, maddening existance that danced like sparks on the edge of the live wire.

Her eyes travelled back and forth, reading, changing, as her fingers softly touched her hips; she was ready to use whatever was necessary.. for the sake of her own pride and her own village. Though, she had no idea if she should speak; but she sensed the need to approach the village more, staring intently at the border. Her body moved forward, the red ribbon twirling in the wind as she did so, her steps bringing her closer to the figure. She stopped a few feet from him, and let her gaze travel around; she wasn't sure if she was seeing things, or if this was real. If that was the hard distinction, then it would explain the lack of response; she had to make sure it wasn't just her. But yet, Yuriko had this feeling. Did it matter if it was just her? Relatively, it was difficult to answer, or do anything, with her inner rambling moving at a rapid pace to compensate for the silence of her mouth; she couldn't help but think extensively, as she was not the type to do something so.. forward. But that would probably explain why this one was a picket; with a massive amount of time, or perhaps moments to place in a single hand, and yet to accomplish nothing. What sort of a waste was that? It bothered Yuriko, the very thought of such a thing; and noting that she wanted to avoid that fate, she had to think long and hard. She had to greet him, or do something; but perhaps she could afford to spare a moment to study him?

Her photographic memory easily brought the entirety of his posture, clothing, and other wise visual traits that she had witness. From the strands of hidden blonde hair, messy, to a straw hat meant to conceal part of the face, and a high collar to hide more of the face; to the black cloak but seemingly purple if the light hit it right, and the lower part of a shihakusho. Yuriko understood this clothing, and realized that it hid any idea of his body; but as a medic, she could tell the sizes of the pants and the cloak from a glance, being adept in such things. Yet she knew better then to reveal these things; however, she had a general idea of height and weight, take or give a few pounds and inches due to the cloak's bagginess. It seemed that this man was attempting to be dangerous, and yet Yuriko was not impressed; she had met bandits, and she had found scientists; she had seen more scary and horrifying things within her own mind, and her own past. So he would not scare her; that was something good she assumed. She noted that perhaps she should take a minute to observe around her; the clouds that covered the sky were easily familiar to the girl of the Lightning country; after all, it was named after a components of storms. Yet, it was a bit more humid, as the altitude was lower then she expected; but the feel of light water wanted to make her close up more.

The girl adjusted herself, tugging on the skirt of her Seifuku. She adjusted the ribbon in her hair, and looked up, worried at the rain. She was here, she knew so; the girl however, looked clearly odd for a shinobi, and could be seen more as a wandering girl. Yet her clothing in itself was awkward as well; it had a sense of sophisticated school, but yet such things were rare here in the world. Most shinobi nations were free form in clothing nature. The jounin let her body shift, knowing she would have to speak to the male; with a breath, she attempted to meke out a greeting; and yet it died in her throat a mere second before she put sound to her voice. How pathetic, as the girl realized she was widely out of place. In fact, nobody knew the jounin apart from the Raikage; that's why it would be hard to start anything right? Her bare legs tapped on the ground, her feet having no shoes what so ever; bandages wrapped around them gave the feeling of a Taijutsu user, as she adjusted her body again. She realized soon, her reason of being here; diplomacy. They had a diplomat stuck in the Bear Country; and she had to rescue said diplomat. But exactly who or what was she meant to do? The girl had no idea, as she just looked around. Was it dangerous? Of course, Yuriko was on her guard even disregarding the male there.

She wasn't stupid, she just had no idea where to go forward, lost and confused.

Exit Shimekiri no Tenshi

Threatened; forced to extract the heart

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Time continue to drag on, the blonde man standing in a perfect, unmoving, and analytically suggestive stance. His posture was built of nothing less than perfection, the curve of his back healthily placing his feet shoulder width apart. His eyes hung in an unamused way, basking in a sarcastic comparison of villages. The difference between them was clear. While the other villages had stocked up on their military power in the form of quantity, Kirigakure no Sato had strengthened the power of the individual soldier, of the response time. They had turned themselves into a superior information facility, able to intercept and tear apart their competition from the inside. Instead of a sword, Kirigakure no Sato used the dagger - a dagger already stained in blood. Despite Kumogakure being the closer nation by a long shot, Kirigakure had arrived on the scene far before the others, and had the kindness to wait up. Inoshi's hands remained completely still, feeling the temperature as it changed, slowly becoming more and more cold as the clouds covered the sky. The rain would provide perfect cover for anything that the treacherous man had planned on this day. It washed away the human footprint so well.

Like a slug, the liquids of tie fell and continued moving, sticking to the fabric of dimension like molasses, clearly taking its time. However, finally, the time came where a small figure became noticeable on the horizon, sure enough taking the same trade route path that Inoshi Yamanaka had assumed each nation's representative would take, had that nation engaged in some kind of export before. Typical of Kumogakure to do trade routines with such a nation as the Bear Country, it's staggeringly weak yet useful resources practically being stolen from the suffering Bear Country during the regime of their previous Raikage, a man who came close to engaging in a full out war. It was much more admirable than this petty squabble that the nations were taking part in now. Something much more productive. In the end, however, that Raikage had still served some kind of purpose, having destroyed Konoha's Hokage, and sending them into a state of half defensive limbo. The shock wave, however, had also hurt Kumogakure, and sent its reputation plundering into unknown depths.

As soon as the figure came within range, Inoshi began to study what his possible competition was like. Because the sun was behind him, albeit covered in clouds for the most part, the light flooded onto the nearing individual, while sending his body into a sort of a silhouette. She walked in an elegant, almost beautiful walk, but nothing too bold. What was more, she did not square herself off as a martial artist would. What was more, she carried no large load, suggesting that she was not accompanied with puppet ninja, so Kugutsu ninjutsu was most likely out of the question. She continued to walk forward, into the jaws of the unexpected, the very thing that had relinquished so many before her. His snake like grin continued, watching over her body, studying her height, her unique hair color, the matching set of eyes, the bandaged feet. Already, Inoshi practically giggled at the impracticality of it all. So this was how Kumogakure shinobi were raised and brought into fruition now a days. Kirigakure would laugh. Even so, that was none of his business for the moment.

As the female drew closer, and within hearing distance, the Yamanaka spoke. His voice was like smooth lavender, sliding over the liquid aroma of seduction itself. As if it had a purr hiding behind the low tones, his aura snatched at and grabbed others around him, inducing them into a state of mutual comfort and yet the highest level of discomfort. It was poisonous. Deadly, and in that way, impressive. "I was beginning to wonder if you would show up, Kumogakure shinobi. I suppose the others completely missed the memo." It was easily enough shown that she was from Kumogakure based on the fact that she wore the Kumogakure insignia, as well as the fact that the Yamanaka had information on most of the shinobi within Konohagakure. At least quite a few, and she did not match. Kumogakure it was. His tone was almost inviting, suggesting that every move was a gamble, but that they had a common goal, and that was what was most important to the both of them.

"How was it, prey tell, that Kumogakure no Sato was hoping to accomplish this kind of task with such tardiness." Of course it was, to some degree, a challenge, but not one that needed to be pursued, had the woman any wit. She would not win anything verbal with the man she was facing. Inoshi had started speaking when the woman was no further, nor closer, than about two meters, allowing her some distance, but not an awkward allowance of space. It was just enough t be appropriate for conversation between two presumably higher ranked shinobi. As his voice came to a close, and the sound ceased, the first larger drop of rain fell directly in front of Inoshi, followed by another drop, and then, as if someone had flipped the switch, a huge down pour of rain gradually exploded over the terrain.

Inoshi studied it for no more than a second, keeping his gaze fixed on what was most important, however, and then returned full focus back to the female. Smooth hands positioned themselves behind his back, slowly interlacing his fingers and twiddling them casually. His own photographic mind memorizing her completely in picture form to later enter in his data books. Every encounter was a harvest of new information. That was the way the world worked. The cover of both clouds and now rain cast the world into a much darker state, as if shadow had sewn itself in with the rest of the earth. From there, the blonde man, hidden from the water under his brimmed hat, waited a response, knowing that how she reacted would determine if he liked her or not.

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The mirror that stares back from the abyss

Yuriko Tsukichinai | Kumogakure Jounin | Jigoku no Ko

Enter Sekai no Hime

Have no choice but be isolated

Her fingers ran down the sides of her face, gently stroking her own cheeks, before falling to the sides of her body. The strands of purple were softly waving, dancing in the wind as she didn't care if they were tied or not. She knew his gaze was on her; but did he notice the things around him? The twist of beasts, of death, and more so the twisting of hate that seemed to follow his steps like a hounding dog. ''Kirigakure.'' she muttered under her breath, a brace of worthless imitations to the true concept that was forward. Simply out of adoration, out of hate, or just simply to amass glory, she knew that the mysterious village was just a fake. There was nothing there different, stronger, or better then anywhere else; the people decided the place, but to hide the very self is more or less hiding the fact that they were weak. If you were strong.. don't hide like a mutt; face the day regardless of what was going on. Her almost vacant seemingly purple eyes slid across the area, as she felt her throat go dry and then become wet again. Fear? No. Anticipation; nervousness. Yuriko knew that this man was dangerous; she knew that because she had been a last minute choice to send out on this mission. SHE had gotten something else to do; not that Yuriko knew what it was, because it was HER business, and the jounin respected that. She felt empty without her bear; and only had her body. She couldn't bring the bear because.. it would look immature.

She had to look strong and old. Because as she could see, the instinct of others then her own village being here, due to the situation, was obvious. The male just seemed to try and hide his very being; she didn't understand why one would be futile in doing so, when a pair of eyes could easily discern such things. ''Useless.'' she muttered, her head tilting, as the sun finally set, the sudden shower of rain cascading down her face. The girl's rosy lips opened, letting out a soft smile, as she closed them; the rain.. reminded her of THAT person. The one that saved her; gave her purpose and life. Of that day, where the scars on her wrists, hidden by the long sleeves of her dress, itched. They twitched, they ached; they were hurting, but not unpleasantly. They were reminding her of her past, of her worth as a human being, as she felt another twitch in her body. Yuriko's mind was disjointed, in taking information in different segments; if he wanted to kill her, he wouldn't bother talking to her. That was obvious; the way she was assimilating this was perhaps because she was still feeling the after effects of that delusion of hers; how unfortunate. The girl twitched her head, and then slowly settled her gaze on him; that was the one she had to bother herself with, wasn't it?

That gaze was empty a mere moment before; the girl's body moved from it's slovenly state, straightening up; merely squaring her shoulders, adjusting her spine, and then fixing her strands of hair changed a great deal. Instead of seeming like a lot soul, she was a shinobi now, her gaze no longer empty. The purple orbs were like burning flames; something so inherently strong that many were afraid by it. There was a glint, and then a spark; and then a glow. Her eyes were on him, regardless of the fact he had spoken before the rain. ''I am not late; in fact, considering our options, I may be early.'' she said simply, shifting her hair to let the rain soak out of it, the other hand bringing out an umbrella she had on her side. Opening it, the rain was suddenly deflected, but the girl was soaked already; yet this would allow her to dry at the last, as her gaze was deadly serious. She didn't have to say much more; this man seemed to be confident, and more then likely used to authority, from the way he immediately tried to throw a dig at her timing. Yet he was not aware of the many things that were needed to do; her gaze, defiant, was still curious all at once, as her gaze headed towards where the Bear Country was. ''The task is capable of being accomplished regardless of timing; preparation trumps those that charge in needlessly in the face of battle.'' she also added; if he wanted to sent subtle jibes, then so would she.

But she was not being aggressive, as the girl adjusted her frame, shoving the madness further in her mind. It would come out when needed; for now.. she needed to do something more then just dance in the petals of madness. ''So, Kirigakure, I'm not one to stay on lack of courtesy longer then needed. I am Gomi; my plan here is to peacefully request the return of the diplomats, regardless of whom else is in the way.'' she said plainly, giving him the name that she had known for the longest. Yuriko refused to give the name that SHE had given the girl, because it would sound wrong from this man's through. She was still relatively unaware of her full name, but to her.. it didn't matter. ''Now, regardless of past, we can work together and solve this, or we could just stop the games and go each our own way.'' she said, cutting to the chase. Perhaps if she wasn't under a mission, she would play around, and let her madness, interested in this man, play out. However, the girl had to enforce her will for just a few moments, just a few seconds; this was not some throw away encounter. Although the girl wondered who he was, what he wanted, and she felt mostly hesitant about the entire business; she had no way to know whom this was, because she was just that new. And that was probably why she of all people were sent on the mission.

Yuriko's newness to Kumogakure made her an efficient scapegoat if it went wrong; and it would give her a large amount of credit if she did this successfully. Right now her state of mind was different then what she usually needed; she understood that as well, and would study it when she got back. Was she truly that different? That was the question the experiment let herself wonder briefly. However, she knew something else too; this man was like them. The second he had spoken, that very tone itself had caused her to discard her meekness and show strength. Why? Because it was the same tones as those scientists; and she understood innately, that people with such tones were always up to no good; if she showed she would not be a meek lamb, perhaps he would abandon such pretext. That was the subconscious hope of the girl, as she realized also this may make him hate her; but the girl was not one to simply let that phase her. What was she looking for? What did she seek? For a moment, she could feel the hold of the darkness on her mind, yelling to kill, to murder; but suppressing it, she found herself staring at another sight; a weird sort of balloon instead of the male's hat. Blinking once or twice, she let out not a noise, knowing she was probably the only one seeing things.

Oh well. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

Exit Shimekiri no Tenshi

Threatened; forced to extract the heart

tags: #mission #event #diplomatic #cleveryams #brokenkeyboard
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notes: 150/150 : grr took me too long. Hands hurt too. take your damn time to reply; let me get a battery ;w;
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Age : 30 Posts : 1688

It was like watching a twelve year old boy, obsessed with spy movies, talk to the current head of CIA about what it meant to be an undercover agent. Nothing but amusing, and a little sad. But she did have some kind of bite back, it was enough to cause the taste of something sweet on Inoshi's tongue as he watched her movements, furthering his hypothesis about her, and what he may be working with on the mission, should things go over well. Her voice sounded as if it was backed by something. Attitude. What most called real strength. What most feared and respected. However, Inoshi knew that kind of individual. ''I am not late; in fact, considering our options, I may be early." A small smile snaked across Inoshi's lips as he listened intently, furthering his understanding of the village which, for all intents and purposes was losing what credibility he had given it in the past. It seemed all real motivation and ambition died with their previous leader, the Red Scare of Kumogakure no Sato, a man that Inoshi would have loved to converse with. If this was early for a Kumogakure responding team, the gap between the power of Kirigakure no Sato and the other hidden villages was even more wide than he had suspected. So this was the difference in power.

''The task is capable of being accomplished regardless of timing; preparation trumps those that charge in needlessly in the face of battle." She continued digging the hole of her own embarrassment. This was her response? That this was still early? That preparation was more important than jumping in. Of course, while that was true to some extent, she was assuming that the blonde Mizukage had simply jumped recklessly in. No. She assumed that the prodigy among shinobi needed the same amount of preparation as others. That was where she was wrong. He had arrived on the scene before any other nations, fully prepared for what was to come, and even having time to lace in his own much more secretive operations. His smile only increased slightly as he listened to the woman, allowing her to talk without interrupting her.

''So, Kirigakure, I'm not one to stay on lack of courtesy longer then needed. I am Gomi; my plan here is to peacefully request the return of the diplomats, regardless of whom else is in the way.'' Gomi. Interesting. And yet he only received Kirigakure, the name of the village that he raised from a dying ember. It was fitting, he supposed, seeing as she knew nothing else about him. His right hand rose from behind his back, coming up to his face, the black glove fitting against his skin tightly, right middle and ring finger bending to scratch his smiling face, just below the lips. Each movement was docile enough. He did not want to break up the conversation yet. Before they were to proceed with their respective missions, Inoshi had to find out what exactly it was that this individual knew. He could not simply move in without being on the same grounds as she in regards to the mission data.

''Now, regardless of past, we can work together and solve this, or we could just stop the games and go each our own way.'' His smile continued, his hand and fingers framing his face nicely, along with the fabric hanging from the hat in front of him. The sun sunk below dark clouds, shadow striking the earth with a violent and sudden fist. As the light slid from Inoshi's face, his eyes stayed focused on the woman before him. Finally, after listening to her, he spoke. He could not help but play with the fragile strings which held the conversation on civil grounds, without breaking them entirely. "Oh? Early, you say? Interesting. Did you know that, while you were taking your needed time to prepare, three of the five held diplomats were killed. Neither of them were our own. The point is, time is of the essence, and those could have been our diplomats. Early is not what's happening here. But I am glad that you've come... prepared. Tell me, what is it that you know of the man we're up against?" Inoshi's tone changed slightly, switching from the snake like tones of before to a much more care free tone, as if he no longer minded her seeming incompetence. Rather, the incompetence of her entire nation. It would not get in the way of the mission. He gave her that much faith; she would be able to cooperate, he assumed.

"I'll tell you what I know. What I hope to be the assumed obvious. This is a man from Iwagakure no Sato. Should it come to actual combat, which is by no means out of the question, we should expect earth styled jutsu. I have minimal data on the man himself, seeing as he was a part of Iwagakure's black ops. They were very thorough in erasing his data, and making it appear that this man does not even hardly exist. Obviously he does, but his paper trail is minimal, and Kirigakure has not much come into contact with Iwagakure no Sato. Other than that, I know that his last reported sighting was entering the previous lord of the Bear Country's main office, as if taking lead through official ceremony. Though he has Bear Country's shinobi serving as his protection unit, they do not want to, and are only doing so out of fear. It's a weak point in his natural defense. In this instance, it is better to be loved than feared." He took a small breath before continuing. "He's making use of three man ops, with the most activity around guarding the main gates of entrance into the Bear Country, as well as stationed in hubs around the main office where he resides for the moment. His military strength is coming, mostly, from lower ranked and less skilled shinobi. They're not the issue here. He is. That's about all of the useful information that I know, and even that is hardly anything to go on. Did your preparation lead to more helpful insight, I wonder?"

Inoshi's breath once again resumed, studying the woman's responses. He spoke truthfully. That was the information that he had been given directly. "Oh, and my name is Tsutey of the Momiji family. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Gomi of Kumogakure no Sato." His words came out like the finest silk, perfectly smooth and with no wrinkles. What he said was one hundred percent finessed in grace, and invulnerable to detection. But his name did not matter so much, that was custom of giving off cover. In fact, though he suspected, the woman had unknowingly given him an incorrect name. That much was common between agents of differing nations, and it would not be held against either of them. He offered no such formality as a hand shake, however, knowing that it was stupid to come into such blatant contact with an enemy operative without first knowing of their abilities.

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The mirror that stares back from the abyss

Yuriko Tsukichinai | Kumogakure Jounin | Jigoku no Ko

Enter Sekai no Hime

Have no choice but be isolated

Oh yes, she understood; this man's ego surpassed far many others. He was so wrapped up into his own world that he had no idea of the true worth of people; using his mental scale, he misjudged others. His own purpose; if only they agreed with him, then thus they were worth it. Yuriko knew this; knew this attitude from the scientists, the experimentalists, that had tampered with her body, soul and mind, all to create that. ''Speak what you will, it seems that no matter what words I use for you, you simply understand what you will as well. Pity. I thought maybe I had something interesting.'' she said, letting those words sting. Her tone was apathetic; she was a queen of ice and stone, sealed up within the shy mask that initially contains her soul. She was not the type of person to deal with one such as him, her fingers drifting through strands of matted hair, flicking the water from them. The male also deigned to share his information with her; not that the medic cared particularly, though she grieved for the lives taken. They would have been taken anyways; it was the nature of things. However, preventing it for others was useless; assuming from the one before her, and she herself, that meant Konoha's, Iwa's and Suna's were killed. That was a bad way to start off a new country; killing already existing diplomats. Even to her, it was a foolish idea; after all, one did not become successful by irritating already strong forces in existence.

The girl however, assumed immediately that the name given was a lie; that much was a given. She had given him the name she had always been called; and she knew that perhaps, that was a stupid choice. Not that anybody would know that it was her name, bur regardless; the girl kept the new name, the one SHE had given Yuriko close to her chest. That was a name, fake or not, that belonged only to her and HER. It was the nature of the girl, that was left alone, pushed aside and made segregated, forced to extract her heart. Her nature was as such, as she felt a wave of strength engulf her; she had made her decision in the fact that she cared not for his personal opinion; that was relatively the nature of her communication to him earlier. It didn't matter that he held such bigotry; if he felt he was superior, then so he should feel that way for a reason. And Yuriko was not the type of girl to pry into such things; rather, she thought it was best that she left it alone, accept things at a face value. She would not get along personally with the male, but her missions, given by HER was more important then some petty feeling. That was clearly evident for the medic; she had to steel her heart and soul for many of the things once done; and to do so was easily done now.

''The information is relatively the same; although, from these few events, we can conclude he seeks power to any measure, even as far as to make enemies out of big countries. A good point to press would be there.'' she said simply, her mind working, churning. She felt her ability to think almost be forced; but that was one thing that Yuriko was good, as a medical ninja of her own volition. She knew people's pains, their sufferings, their needs, and their motivations. By using these as a playing off point, she could easily work things into an understanding; and her sneaking suspicion that this male would be able to take these things, and use them for further plans were well-founded, simply by the extensive relay of information he gave to her. She would assume photographic; he didn't seem zoned out of reality enough for eidetic. After all, an eidetic memory was too much for a single brain, due to the entirety of the thing needing huge amounts to process information; and from the simplicity of his ego, she assumed that he probably engaged into self-delusions of grandeur when left alone, considering that eidetic is uncontrollable, unlike photographic. Medically, she knew this, having studied her own mind's structure via the files that she had scrapped off the scientists. The girl had been curious for a long time; but until she began to train as a medic nin, she couldn't really understand them.. but she could remember them.

Her gaze shifted around the area, as she felt not so much insecure as hesitant; she would cooperate, but what was the safety in the knowledge this male would not betray her? In fact, she wouldn't assume so, due to massive ego; if she presented herself a threat, then perhaps. But in so far, she assumed she had done enough of a job to look relatively incompetent in morals; at least, to his own ideals. That set her in a ripe zone; he wouldn't take anything she said really serious, but he wouldn't discard it either. ''If only there was a way to exploit his ego and thirst for power..'' she said drifting slightly. Something caught her attention; her gaze held on something only she could see. The rotting hand; the corpse that ambled towards her, and softly touched her face, calling her name, calling her over and over. ''There's nothing I can do.'' she muttered to the corpse, attention relatively away; if the male was to strike her now, she would know he was one that she could not trust. Sometimes she hated the willful delusions; and sometimes she welcomed the respite from the insanity of the world to the one in her mind. But her wounds ached; they wanted to be free once more, as she pulled her mind away from the corpse hanging onto her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. With his voice. The voice of the man before her.

''I'd like to assume that he's not stupid.. so perhaps taking a peaceful approach, a relatively cooperative one, would ensure the survival of our diplomats.. not only that, but perhaps a chance to crush this threat and then either share, or fight for the bear country's assimilation.. or rather then doing such, giving them their own path and maintain relations.'' she said to herself, mostly musing; but maybe he would pick up on her plans as well. It was lucrative, yes, but how was she to know what his mind thought? She cared not to know this kind of man. ''In either case, it is not good to be out so long. Heading the gates shortly would be important.'' she also added; her own preparations were taking a bit longer then anticipated, but she was sure that once it was done, she could reap the rewards relatively well. However.. how would this play out? The girl wasn't sure, letting him take the lead. After all, a dry voice commented in her mind, she was the incompetent one remember? His ego was discarding her; and she had an awareness of that to some degree, her own dislike making it sharper for her to perceive things she hated. For a Shinobi to dislike things, it made them stronger in a way; but it also coloured their perception to negativity. And she knew that of all people; so she choose to use it currently, in order to keep herself alive a bit longer.

So that she could come back to HER and show HER that she could accomplish something worthy of her trust.

Exit Shimekiri no Tenshi

Threatened; forced to extract the heart

tags: #mission #event #diplomatic #cleveryams
music: Isolated ∞ Chiasm
words: 1274
notes: 150/150 : WYISWG issues. x.x
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And yet the sting would never sting the blonde man. The entire time, he had been playing one large game. A game he liked to call "victim and prey." Of course, he was always the prey, preying on the weaker, less capable; adjectives that described a majority, if not all of the population. Each word he had placed with great care, allowing his motions to take place at precisely the right time. He had loosened her guard just enough to be able to set the preparations. Their eyes were meeting as they spoke, the perfect formality for such conversation. Such rigid, broken, and seemingly desperate conversation. He had no interest in it all. It was all nothing more than the trap which he had laid from the first moment. And now it was time to spring the trap. His words had been spilled, telling the information which he knew. It was all truthful, and all of the useful intelligence that he had received past the clothes of their target and other miscellaneous details. Now it was her turn to respond, and that would be the death of her. Without so much as pushing past a guess, Inoshi watched her face contort as if about to deliver a line that was meant to have some kind of sting behind it. His face was completely calm, cool, collected, as if everything was casual, the hand which he had placed in front of his chin, with his middle and ring finger already bent simply stayed in that position, waiting for what was to come.

Did the woman think that she was in the position to bite back at the larger dog? It did not matter, regardless. Inoshi almost wanted to stay and play with the idiotic attempt at something larger than what she was. She was a small girl that was more than likely good in whatever field she specialized in. Inoshi had little to no information on her, other than that she was a higher ranked individual from the Village Hidden in Clouds. And then her words came: ''Speak what you will, it seems that no matter what words I use for you, you simply...'' However she would not be able to so much as finish her first retort to his statements before he would attempt to intervene. She had dug her own grave, and there she would sleep. His fingers were already in place, and had been for awhile. Without so much as the slightest movement, a movement that he had already been doing in repeat as if scratching his chin, he activated the small button on the palm of his hand sending a bright light to flash out before the woman, which would blast in her face, amplified by the low lighting, and the reflections against the rain. She had been in the middle of speaking, so it would be near impossible to look away before he had finished with his mechanism. What was more, he had not done anything beyond what he had already been doing, so it looked as though he had just simply continued his own movements. Should his attempt succeed, the light would blare against her, laced with the powerful genjutsu which he lovingly named "Inoshi Tsumi," or "Inoshi's Falling Trap." Her body would be completely still, unable to react to anything at all for the moments of her paralysis. Should all of this be completed as he saw fit, he would continue with his movements (should you somehow dodge the genjutsu, consider the rest of this post null, as I would reply to your reaction, rather than continue with the actions listed below).

It was more than enough time to carry out what he had been planning. Before even a single second was over, his hands moved with elite speed, grabbing a Kirigakure style'd kunai (curved at the tip, and more suited for cutting, rather than throwing), and lashed out at her neck in an attempt to completely remove it. It had been done before. Inoshi had done it before, rather. The sharp knife was more than capable of severing such a delicate part of the body. Should the genjutsu have hit, there was nothing that the woman could do about her own fate. Nothing that she would be capable of doing. However, he was not done. As a safety measure, his other hand dug into the pouch behind his back, grabbing three explosive tags which he would slam against her lifeless body, just below the neck, jumping back and activating the hand seal to detonate them, causing a crimson blast as they exploded, and eradicating what would be left of any possible resistance.

It had been the perfect strategy all along. It always was. He had moved in a casual way to place his hand where he needed it long before he actually wanted to use it in order to have her establish that it was there, and that she would not react to it. She had not. Then, he had moved his fingers into place, as if itching or scratching his chin, and she had still been unable to react, or see that he was plotting her end. All he had to do was move his fingers again, as he had already been doing to activate it, waiting for her to be speaking so that she would be present, and looking at him, studying him, and on her guard. The more on her guard she was, the better, with just the smallest bit of wiggle room. He had moved past detection in the set up, and counted on her to be watching for anything blatant, such as his light attack, something that was near impossible to dodge, seeing as it illuminated the dull almost-night. And then, the irony.

"Sorry to end such a brilliant conversation, Kumogakure shinobi. It was boring me like nothing else. In the end, you're nothing but the first to drop, a sad attempt at something, don't feel special." A small giggle came from the blonde man's snake like smile before he stopped, merely observing the situation and his own victory. "Besides, I don't need the help of such a low life parasite, like yourself." He was faster, stronger, and more experienced than the girl who had stood before him. She was out of her league with this mission. So sad. The rain continued to fall, the two shinobi too far off in the middle of no where for the blast to be heard, with no one around for miles.

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Chakra: 190 - 12 = 178.
Weapons Used: Three Explosive Notes.

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The mirror that stares back from the abyss

Yuriko Tsukichinai | Kumogakure Jounin | Jigoku no Ko

Enter Sekai no Hime

Have no choice but be isolated

The girl had always been on guard; her fingers, relaxed, were easily in a position. Why? because it was natural for her to move her hands such; so when in mind sentence, her eyes closed due to blinking, and the second a light brighter then the darkness began to gleam, her fingers slipped into a singular seal. It activated an easy technique; she had known that Kirigakure ninja were traitorious, it was their stigma. Myster beguiled assassins; and in the shinobi world, one never let down their guard, much less when they were in critically sensitive missions. In a single milisecond, there was immense change; it was instant, as the girl's clothing was now black and red, pulsating with a radiating darkness. And her hair, mangled white, looked dark grey in the rain. But that seal was not the only one, as she had finished it the moment she had felt the light on her eye lids, the girl had added two seals. She opened her eyes, the moment the seals were done; in fact, it looked like she had simply done three seals one after the other. Yet, her open gaze was different; due to having her eyes closed from the light, her vision in the dark was much better situated then he whom had seen the light. It was simply science; close your eyes, and then turn off the light. You could see better; and such, that was her own situation. But those now red gemmed eyes were staring directly at him; and she knew that there was no source of abnormal light around, as they were too far from the village, and noticed that he had moved from her photographic impression of him. There was no longer any hesitation in her.

He wanted to kill her. She knew that for a fact, as she suddenly crouched down, and then launched herself diagonally backwards, using her entire body to propell herself. Typically that would mean 8 feet or so of height, 16 with chakra. However, that wasn't her limit; the second and third seals had been for a simple d-rank jutsu. She had used her tentacles to provide more boost; and that meant somewhere around twice the height, so 32 to 40 feet of height. The girl had propelled herself straight up into the sky, her black clothes melding with the dark night rain. And she was doing it at a rapid speed, considering the sudden momentum of her movements; she could easily travel over 30 feet within 4-5 seconds. But the second her body hit the air, the chakra in her clothing shifted. Yuriko understood one thing; this was flight. She had to escape, no matter what, understanding that the situation was too dangerous; this was a man that, even with a dull sense of understanding, was stronger then her. That much was evident in the way he had attacked her surely, and was even pretty easily able to use abilities that even she, as a jounin, would have a hard time chaining instantly. She was not stupid.. she understood that this man was a foe greater then she could handle; so that meant something higher then a jounin. And that meant it was something she was far not able to handle, simply because she was a newly made, and joined, jounin. Though, that would not stop her in any measure; after all, she had at least her intelligence. So unless that this foe could track her through the sky via an alternate vision, such as night or heat, could send an attack that would move faster then herself at a very long distance, or other such capabilities, she was more then likely out of danger. But the girl kept the speed, using her wings with an aero dynamic function until she was far beyond the capable reach of anyone.

She had no time to waste on such a fool, and would report such to HER. The very fact that Yuriko's massive paranoia about everyone, due to the traumatic experiements she recieved through her life, along with the lifetime abuse of an entire village, had come in handy, since she had been prepared for such. As such.. she had never relaxed her guard, not for a single moment, and let not no one lull her into security. The only person that would do such was HER. And even then.. Yuriko still had doubts, deep in her heart. She trusted fully no one, and more so, she gave her guard off to no one, not even her own self. For enemies were everywhere, and many, and some of those were inner demons. For the jounin... this was a simple measure she had practiced countless times. Thus her execution was quick, and rapid, as she had taken it as a habit; her mind had memorized every moment of the meeting, and that would be the evidence. For this had sunk the island; and more then likely, it would sink the ships that had been fondly set, all because of one person's inability to be proper. Such wasteful potential.. such wasted opportunities that may very well turn into the shallow grave of hubris. If not longing for that day to be wrought by her own hand, she would be satisfied with this escape.

But make no mistakes, even the kindest of hearts have limits, and once crossed, even hell's own fury would seem a gentle caress.

Exit Shimekiri no Tenshi

Threatened; forced to extract the heart

tags: #mission #event #diplomatic #escape
music: I f***ing Hate you ∞ Godsmack
words: 0881
notes: 144/150 ATTEMPTED EXIT.
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So this was how fate was going to tangle itself into Inoshi's affairs, attempting to make what would have been so easy just that much more challenging. In a sense, he was glad, while on the other hand it made lose that much more faith in his opponent's abilities. The rain pelted the earth below like small bullets shedding from the sky itself, his snake like smile flashing as the light blared out into existence, flashing against her, and illuminating her face. It would have been almost pretty, had it not been plagued with such idiocy, and false pride. Such a bound face. Bound to something which even she repainted as bigger than herself. She was chained to something that kept her within the shadows of nothingness. Pathetic. No. That was not pretty. That was not beauty. That was helplessness and a quick will to subside and give up. That was someone that had long since expired in their use.

As soon as the light flashed, it bounced off of her face, revealing that her eyes had been shut. Of course. However luck only lasted so long before that very same substance rotted and became a lack there of. Soon, the woman would understand what that meant. To have no more luck at her disposal. Inoshi would make sure of that. She could run, sure, but that would not mean getting away. Not by along shot. Should she get back to Kumogakure, furthermore, she would more than likely create a stink about the whole ordeal. A stink that Inoshi could, but did not want to deal with, other than by ending it before it began.

With her eyes still closed, the woman formed three hand seals. Inoshi was almost too baffled to move. Why continue to close her eyes, even after the light's flash had ended. She was obviously a shinobi with something sub par operating her commanding systems. However, instead of putting those seals together in the form of an attack, or a diversion, she simply leaped backwards, her very clothes lifting from her body in order construct wings. To the blonde Mizukage, that was nothing more than a petty disguise, and nothing that would frighten or intimidate him. He knew that humans, when given long and large enough wings, could manage flight. But that flight would never be as pure as the flight of a creature built and designed for aerodynamic movements. A bird, for example. There were other flaws. However, he did not stop to think about them. As soon as the clothes formed wings, Inoshi jumped forward, his hands falling together in order to form a pair of seals, shooting after the woman in mid air, raised from his levitated jump. As soon as the seals had been formed, the very rain itself started to suck itself together and form a shape. A bird. A bird which Inoshi landed on in mid flight, shooting off towards the woman. His way of flight was much more natural, and powered by a much more potent chakra source, making him undoubtedly the faster of the two.

And so they were off, air-born and beaming for the country's border. Inoshi had already planted himself on the outskirts of the Bear Country, meaning that the water of the sea was not far off. In fact, it did not take long at all before the two blasted over the country's border, and began their flight over the sea. There was however another disadvantage for the woman with wings that Inoshi did not have to suffer through. She shot through the air, head first, eyes requiring being open, and thus acting as wide targets for the rain's bullets of water. Inoshi, however, squinted them to the point where he could hardly see, allowing the bird upon which he rode to do the looking and navigating. Such an object hardly posed an inconvenience to the Mizu Taka.

Inoshi waited until they had been flying over the ocean's murky and wave ridden water, constantly pelted by the rain, for awhile before he did anything. It was really all too opportune. The land of the Bear Country was riddled with poisonous rifts and valleys that killed almost all upon entry, and the ocean was merely an extension of his arsenal and ammunition to his cause. Water. Suiton. Gaining distance on the woman, Inoshi held back slightly, placing about ten meters between the two of them, and keeping it at that distance. His smile became something of a chuckle, the rain splashing against the arm which he held before him in order to absorb the would-be-painful-rain. As if to agitate the woman, he called out, above the whistle of the winds, his voice sounding taunting and as if he were merely playing a game with a toy which he had plans of discarding after use. Like a cat plays with its dying or dead prey before leaving it upon a doorstep, no longer entertained by it.

"Tell me, Kumogakure, have you accounted for me being better than you on every front? Have you realized that anything you're able to do is a lack luster copy of my abilities. Have you accepted the terms of your death yet, woman? This is the power of Kirigakure. Revel in it."

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