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 Post subject: The Fool
PostPosted: Fri Jun 29, 2018 3:06 pm 
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Cold winds whipping across the peaks of mountains to the far north of even the closest settlement in Yuki no Kuni, kicking up spiralling squalls of snow and ice, one could easily have mistaken the harsh calm of the frozen stone to be forever destined to remain untouched by the foot of man. Even caught in the light of day, the snowstorms of the country most isolated from the rest of the known world forced the immediate surroundings of any so unlucky as to lose themselves in the heights tightly-closed, confined to nothing more than the span of a handful of yards in any direction.

Thunder rolled twice throughout the steep valleys formed by the cliff side of a mountain without a name, muffled as it was by the snow. Flashes of lightning, even in the dim white of the snow in daylight, filled the world. Somewhere, yet further in the distance, a glacier struck by one of the bolts calved. The sound of the hundreds and hundreds of tonnes of ice and snow collapsing down and down was the sound that greeted the first man to ever find himself on the remote precipice of the mountain without a name.

The sound of space itself shearing in two was no quiet one, but to all those who stepped through the tear, the sound of cascading shards of ice piling one atop another thousands of feet below them would fill all the world. The man who had been shoved through the breach between one existence and another could not stand for the fear of falling off the precarious edge of rock at his back, knowing that the shaking of the ground at his feet would surely send him to his death if he tried. That fear was not the only fear that he felt.

Following close behind him through the gash in space was the man that had shoved him through it, his patchwork robes of brown sent swirling about him by the blistering gusts of wind. He was a man not so unnerved by the tremulous rocking of the mountain at his feet. He was a man sure that death would not find him in a place and time so unknown to the world. He was a man whose fate would always remain wrapped tightly around his right hand, while the fate of others would always remain wrapped tightly around his left.

In his left hand was his weapon. A tall, black blade, held aloft by a shaft of similarly-black wood more than twice its length. Another cracking bolt of lightning lit the top of the mountain without a name, striking its tip above and behind the two men on that mountain's side. The black blade shimmered red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and black again as the light of the blast rolled off its edge. The man in brown robes hefted his naginata high above him, and thrust it down and down, clean through the chest of the fallen man. The tip of the blade stopped after cleaving through six inches of stone below him.

Hantei let it stand, protruding from the man's chest, as he looked to his back. He would be sure that every member of his band had joined him before he'd let the tear close. He took his hand from the weapon's shaft and let the sound of his heart beating loud in his chest take the place of the rolling snow and ice in the distance, when it had finally subsided. It had taken him so long to find his heart's desire, and when it had finally come within his grasp, it had slipped through his fingers like so much sand.


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 Post subject: Re: The Fool
PostPosted: Fri Jun 29, 2018 3:47 pm 
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Arrival. A fitting title for their appearance. At last. Her feet felt something solid once more. Though snow quickly made her realize that solid, was not so solid after all. The sound of thunder and the appearance of lightning indicating her arrival. Blue and purple eyes met one's gaze that had seen a lot in life. Breath visible as she walked forward. One man, bloodied, laid on the floor. Words weren't needed, Exia moved. To his right, she stood. Hands protected by the cold as they sought shelter within the black and white coat. Black and white hair resting on her shoulders, not for long. The wind soon causing it to flow in harmony. It was cold, just what the world needed. Coldness. One needed to balance what had been a plague ever since peace had grasped its filthy claws into the minds of men and women.

Leather gauntlets strapped around the hand and forearm shone bright blue briefly. Ordinary gauntlets they were not, a multitude of skulls trimming the weapon down, one big skull finishing the design of the object. Each skull responsible for its own purpose. A purpose that was compatible with the group. Eyes viewed the outstretched white land, empty, desolate, no life.

Her arrival setting out a shockwave that would no doubt be felt by many, yet known by none alive, only the long gone dead would know. How many would cross their paths for salvation? How many were ready to save the shinobi world?

Time would tell.


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 Post subject: Re: The Fool
PostPosted: Fri Jun 29, 2018 4:31 pm 
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Third come, first serve. Bare feet touched snow as the shirtless man exited the tear in reality. Blonde hair whipped around his face as the wind displayed it's distrust of their new arrival. Blowing back towards the portal it seemed that even nature was trying to send them back home. He smiled wryly knowing full well that soon home would be here. Before him lie the body of their guide to this side of the world. It was a shame to waste that much knowledge; there was still so much more he could've learned from him.

"So, this is the place?" Itsuki looked out over the land in front of him as he crouched to the ground. A hand, vascular and calloused, touched the snow and ice they were standing on and in a blink was gone. They stood on solid stone and loose earth, but the cold was pushed away for the time being.

"I was getting chills, I hope you don't mind." Standing up slowly he stretched out his arms wide. What would this world have to teach him? He was eager to learn. More than that he was eager to teach. Too long had one side grown overbearing. Too long had one ideal gained a following that shadowed all others. There was a balance in all things, a balance that had long been thrown aside. He looked to the two that had arrived before him. They would soon be the scales of this world; the only question remaining was how long until the scales showed balance?


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 Post subject: Re: The Fool
PostPosted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 2:55 am 
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Fourth verse, same as the first.
A beautiful man stepped out from the void, pale-skinned as the snow he tread upon, golden locks flowing down his back. Looking around, he could see he wasn't the first to show up. The man gazed far into the snowy abyss, taking in his surroundings. As he spoke, he nonchalantly stepped over the corpse of their inter-dimensional guide.

"...And that concludes our journey. Ladies and gentlemen -- and otherworldly beings, please secure all belongings as we make our final approach. We know you have many options when it comes to dimension-hopping, so we thank you for traveling with Shiratsuyu. From all of us here, welcome to, uh... welcome...to...--Hey uh, where are we, exactly?" He recited, before stumbling at the end there. What began as an exaggeratedly cheery and polite recital ended with a skip in the record, causing Maneshi to drop out of his faux stewardess charade. "Well, wherever we are, it's bloody cold. Brrrr!"

Just then, Itsuki placed his palm on the ground, removing the snow and chilling air. "Cool, thanks." It was a comfortable place to be, even though they would only remain for a short moment while the rest filed in.


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 Post subject: Re: The Fool
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The final soul passed through the mystic portal into the vast, new realm. Each step was light, gracefully touching down onto the soft, powdery snow beneath the group's feet. The bald man stepped out to the side of his accomplices, looking down at the fallen, naginata still balanced deep within his chest. "Stubborn until the end ... It appears that he would rather cast his suffering onto an entirely new world than to contain it within himself. It certainly makes the journey more troublesome for us." Ohta noted, allowing his fully-white eyes to see everything around them. Besides them, there wasn't a soul within miles atop these freezing mountains. "Not that it will make a difference in the end. All the same, they'll find their ways into our possession."

While one partner cleansed their area of the chilly winds and smooth snow, lightly-toned hands brushed their way down Ohta's orange robes to remove a few wrinkles gained through their journey to the new world. Large, black beads connected together along a finely-woven string decorated his image, with one set sitting around his neck and another adorning a jet-black sash around the waist. "I hope these people do not try to force our hand." It was a hopeful thought, he knew; the foolishness of man knew no cage. While he preferred to showcase self-restraint, they didn't have the time to waste on ants that tried to barricade their path.

The man's eyes settled on Hantei's figure, waiting patiently for direction. In a world as foreign as this one, any ordinary person would struggle with knowing where to go. That said, it was fortunate that their group was not one made up of the ordinary.


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 Post subject: Re: The Fool
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Though he could could see his companions speak, the drumming of his heart in his ears overtook the words of all but the monk.

"I hope these people do not try to force our hand."

The sentiment was far too optimistic. Here, like elsewhere, the wants of the few would outweigh the needs of the many. Here, like in the past, the brave fools and the stubborn leaders, unknowing prophets of their own demise, would spout some drivel about resisting the fate that the Shiratsuyu represented. Perhaps it was that their strength invited challenge, or perhaps it had always been that others had been loathe to part with power. Their motivations had never mattered to Hantei, and a considerable few had ever had the courage to detail their thoughts before him.

They were all utterly too attached. He turned away from his company of four to look upon the man he had dashed upon the mountainside. The wound in his chest aside, blood had begun to drip from the corner of his mouth, down and along the side of his chin. It was only then that he realised that Itsuki had dispelled the cold, the snow, and the ice from around them. The act was understandable, given the man's temperament. He turned back to the four, and took a step towards them. The movement of his hand, up and back behind him, and the whip of his naginata back towards him were as one, such was their familiarity. Though he could not see the blade, he could hear the soft wet sound of its exit from the corpse, even past the louder sound of its grate back up through the stone into which it had become embedded and the rush of air slashed asunder by the path it cut as it shot back into his grip. He took hold of it not by the shaft, but by the three-foot scarlet sash, attached at the weapon's end by an iron ring.

He hefted the polearm into the air as a fisherman might a catch, and let flow a considerable amount of chakra into it. If any of what they sought had yet made it into the world with them—and he had no guarantee that they had—he'd be able to find them. When the blade remained lifeless, dangling aimlessly in his grip, he took the shaft in hand and spun the naginata upright.

"He sent us ahead of them. A clever ruse, but a futile one. We will have to find somewhere to wait for them, and we cannot anticipate into whose hands they might fall." He was quiet, but voice was deep, rock rumbling across rock, and impossible not to hear. He brought his empty right hand up, and the sleeve of his robe fell to his elbow, revealing a bare forearm. Entangled around his wrist was a rosary, each bead so black that one could be forgiven for thinking that they played some trick on the eye, except for one. A single bead seemed to thrum against his pale skin, echoes of blue beneath betraying the black exterior, as if lit from the inside. It seemed to Hantei that the glow was fainter than it had been hours ago. "It has taken too much from me to bring us to this place," he told the others, "and we cannot stay here."

Another peal of thunder, perhaps the only element of their environs unaffected by Itsuki's influence, echoed off the mountainside. Hantei turned to look over his shoulder. He did not relish the thought of the long, aimless walk.


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 Post subject: Re: The Fool
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Soon the world held them. The five members of Shiratsuyu. They seemed out of place among the world he thought. If the man before them was any indication then they would simply cut swathes through opposing forces. Ohta was optimistic that they would go unimpeded but not Itsuki. The scholar was more than aware the mentality of mankind. The temperament that led to war after pointless war. If ever there was power to gain then there was the equal reality of losing power. Humanity was driven by this tug-of-war, this justification for it's hubris. While the man wanted nothing more than to learn he feared that his knowledge was already complete on these...people. He could not say that he expected them to surpass his expectations nor could he say he expected them to meet them.

Hantei's unmistakable voice rumbled beneath the storm clouds ahead. It seemed they had been sent beforehand and their desires were yet among the world they stood in. He wasn't upset by this fact. The longer he was able to spend among the lands the more opportunity there was to learn and grow. The only thing upsetting him was the repeated peal of thunder. They would have to walk to their next destination, a fact that he easily understood. He would not however, walk in a storm.

The man turned his eyes upward, gazing toward the storm clouds overhead. They were dark, angry, and ready to unleash the contents that had formed them. His hands moved slowly together, fingers lacing around one another. "I hate storms." His voice rang, lazy and annoyed. In an instant, as with the snow, the clouds parted and grew thin and thinner still until the sky was clear.

"I'll gladly walk now."


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