A Discussion [ANBU & Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Mission]

[Michi]

This is considered to be a group mission and therefore it is held to the standards of a group mission in terms of expectations and restrictions. E Rank Genin Toshiwakai Kagari and S Rank ANBU (as all our full fledged ANBU are capped players). This will be considered a C Rank Group Mission for Kagari and a A Rank Mission for the ANBU who enters this thread assuming that the WC and minimum post requirements are met. Because this is considered a Mission Thread, outside players cannot intervene with this thread however if the participants in this thread wish to call in an outside party to assist that is acceptable but they will only get rewards that are rank specific and if they meet the site requirements.
[legend="[b]The BINGO BOOK Entry[/b]"]

Name: Haku Saburou
Village Affiliation: Sand
Current Status: Unknown

Threat Level: E
Known Aliases: Aisu

Description:
While gender may be ambiguous to the pedestrian onlooker, Saburou is a man of twenty years. He comes from a family of Haku, but he himself has never demonstrated the ability to manipulate chakra effectively. He has many of the physical trademarks of a Haku such as a slender frame, narrow eyes and a pleasant yet androgynous face. His long hair is often worn down and he is often seen wearing traditional garb such as kimonos despite the fact that they have been out of fashion or utility for years.

Type of Fighter:
Despite having the Haku name, he does not have any known chakra molding abilities. He depends on others to do his fighting for him. While he has a skilled offensive, his defenses lack and therefore he has been considered a low threat target but care in maintaining the element of surprise is paramount.

Last Seen:
Today. He is seen daily in the Red Light District. He owns a brothel there.

Charges:
Running a Prostitution Ring.

Description of Charges:
Haku Saburou owns a brothel in the Red Light District. While this is a well-known establishment it is also illegal. In the wake of the Cabal attack other matters have been a priority but the morality of the citizens is still a priority. Haku Saburou is 'protected' by clan leaders despite his lacking shinobi skill and therefore cannot be stopped directly through official or legal means. Due to this, similar intended individuals have opened up similar establishments using his name and association to limit what Sunagakure is willing to do... publicly. Please destroy the brothel.

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This is Considered to be a Self-Modded Solo Mission​

Important: Self-modded missions may be done twice in a week, however the second mission done yields half normal rewards. Players may also perform one mission with 2x the word count in order to gain the rewards of having done two missions. This still only yields half rewards for the second mission.

What Rank of Self-Modded Solo Missions can I perform?

• A user may only perform a mission of their current OOC Rank or lower. This mission is considered to be E Rank, so if you are E Rank or above, you may do this mission.

What are the rewards for Solo Missions?

• This is an E Rank Mission, for completing an E Rank Mission you will earn 1,500 Yen.

What is the required word count for this mission?

• This is an E-Rank mission, the word-count requirement is 250 Words.

Someone else has already caught this BINGO Book entry, what now?

• This entry is considered to be a repetitive entry, meaning that there is more than one brothel/club to destroy and he will rebuild if it has been damaged. All we do when we break his stuff is prevent him from spreading like a terrible weed. He has connections so he is not someone you should try to kill. If someone does kill him, it would be considered a Mission Failure because you caused more trouble than this mission was worth with the clan leaders. If you learn that this character has been killed, please let us know so we can remove him from the BINGO book and replace him with someone else.

I have completed my mission, what now?

• Drop you mission off in character (IC) HERE.

I am not from Sunagakure but I am visiting and I would like to perform a solo mission listed, is that OK?

• YES! While you are always welcome to join our community (and we do encourage it), leaving people out of the fun goes against the out of character spirit of this community. You can serve as a mercenary or a helpful foreigner and complete these missions as well, just keep it in character and drop your mission off at the office as listed above but re-linked HERE. Just be sure that you have gotten permission from your primary community.

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ANBU-only Information:

Haku Saburou, also known as Aisu is a known flesh peddler in the Red Light District. His potential ties to the criminal underworld have made him a person of interest in investigations but due to his clan's status in the village pressing criminal charges against Saburou has been nearly impossible. The Haku Clan hold a place of high distinction, especially the main house from which Saburou has been born and to jail him would be seen as a dire offense to the clan from which we greatly depend on during the dry season. That said, Sunagakure suffers from a moral dilemma. Saburou has taken to owning and managing several whorehouses in Sunagakure. Up front legal attacks have only caused friction between Sunagakure and the Haku main branch, they deny Saburou's affiliation as anything more than a customer in these perverse dealings. That said, we have started to simply attack the businesses. Refer to the BINGO Book Entry for further details.

Rather than merely cause these establishments to shut down, an overzealous youth also captured Haku Saburou and somehow procured Saburou's black book. While we have not been able to decipher all of the names in the book as they have been written in code, one name was almost immediately identified: Hisamura Mako. A Merchant Lord who unlike the others listed who were marked as customers who visited, she was marked as a recipient. Refer to the entry on public information known about Mako.
[legend="[b]Hisamura Mako the Leafed Emerald[/b]"]</FONTFACE>

Hisamura Mako the Leafed Emerald​

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Bloodline/Core Ability: Reckless
Age: 30

Physical Description: Blonde and beautiful, Mako could have easily been a model if she would only smile. She often has a serious or even a stern look on her porcelain-like face. Despite being involved in many battles directly over the years, miraculously she never seems to permanently scar. She often dons military-like regalia designating her as a keen supporter of the Daimyō. Despite her position as a jewelcrafting Merchant Lord, she does not tend to wear jewelry less an engagement ring made of pure Hisamura, flanked with two pieces of a rare advanced-element Carmot given to her my the Daimyō as an engagement gift that she wears proudly.

Mental Description: Serious and cold, Mako is not very feminine as she has taken on many masculine mannerisms. She is blunt, direct and to the point. She can be extremely aggressive and she does not tend to have a high regard for others, be it their happiness, health, time or even lives. She is a critical thinker that often looks to the end game and determines a cost to benefit ratio before she makes any rash decisions. while wild, often unprovoked aggression tends to be her most common strategy, it is not done without thought but to many spectators it would appear as such.

History: Like Sakura and Shigemi of the Silk Dynasty, Hisamura Mako was born into her role as a Merchant Lord but the title does not fit this woman well. Her parents and their parents before them were jewelers, many of their fine wares came from distant countries such as Rice and Tea Country as well as the far reaches of Wind Country. Crafters by trade, they gained their wealth as artists making beautiful works of art from the finest gems in the world for the wealthy. A wondrous lavender stone discovered in Wind Country was even named after this family: the Hisamura. Popular among the ladies as an alternative to diamonds as an engagement ring because of its relative rarity being even harder to come by than actual diamonds or even carmot.

Hisamura was never interested in gems, crafting or mining. Her ambitions some could say are greater. She was educated in the finest schools in Wind Country and she traveled abroad to Rice Country in her distant youth. It was her parents hope that she would take to the family business when she came of age but she never shown any interest. Her brother, on the other had, had but he was weak in body and died at the age of twenty seven. Mako, two years her brother's senior was then granted the title of Merchant Lord but she had already made a name for herself elsewhere. In service, directly to Daimyō Ishii Shirō, she served as the general of the Daimyō's private army. A tactician at heart, Mako loves war games and has a brilliant mind for aggressive combat strategy.

Mako never gave up her station as general, in fact she solidified her relations with the Daimyō even further when she accepted Daimyō Ishii Shirō's proposal to her which would make her Shirō's eighth wife. The leads her family business in name only, mot of the day to day decisions are taken care of by her trusted employees and advisers.[/legend]

Taken from Here with Kagari

How the ANBU was contacted:

A dottering old man yes, but he was nobody's fool. Just because he could hide his own Easter eggs did not mean he was utterly incompetent. He had a set of ears and he used them. Also, he was more than aware of his withering body and mind, he took notes... excellent notes and he recalled two rather strange incidents that were note-worthy. The first being an accusation from Aburabuta Hirotomi's lawyer where he cited a complaint against the Soons Merchant Lords and a request for help that was never heeded and the bounty never filled. The second being the rumors swirling regarding the Daimyō and his potential treachery. He overheard the broadcast made by Sousuke not long ago requesting the apprehension of the heir apparent Ishii Susumu. Troubles were simply starting in Sunagakure, that they were. He might not have a mind to remember that but he had mind enough to know that something was wrong.

After Kagari left his office, cold eyes looked up at the shackled flesh peddler as the old man pressed an earbud that one could hardly see through the abundance of ear hair. He had set it to an ANBU frequency, not the frequency any ANBU hopeful could receive but one that only an actual ANBU would be able to answer. Rather unknown to most, less other ANBU, the Sennins and likely the Kazekage himself. Why would he know this: simple, he was the mission master. Who else would notify the ANBU of new missions and bounties? How he remembered the frequency was anyone's guess. Some would say muscle memory while others would claim divine luck or perhaps the man was feigning his foolishness. All the same, the frequency was sent out to broadcast to the ANBU of Sunagakure.

Hello, this is Mission Office calling. Over.

Hello, this is Mission Office, do you read. Over.

<Insert pick-up from whomever joins this topic>

Hello <Insert ANBU call sign> this is Mission Office, I have a Mission. Do you Copy?

<Awaiting reply>

Haku Clansman was arrested, dossier in the Mission Office. Do you copy <Insert ANBU call sign> ?

I need ANBU assistance for transport to the Obsidian Palace and interrogation. The kid who caught him will be on-site. Over.

It was a strange request, one he would barely remember minutes from now. The old man furiously scrawled what he knew from the conversations he had into a steno notebook. It would hopefully be enough to aid his addled memory if he was never needed to recall this interaction. The files in the room were towering but well-kept and from the file cabinets with haste he pulled the BINGO Book Entry, a short hand-written report and information on the one name he recognized in a flash of brilliance. Assuming the ANBU came and took the silk-garbed deviant away, he would also give the ANBU a folder that contained the aforementioned. The boy was sent for a very specific reason: to remember what the old man could not. To share what he knew and failed to share with the ANBU who interrogated the flesh peddler. Would he remember to tell the ANBU this, no of course not. The brain is a fickle thing and it was not something of great enough import to leave as a note. Still, the ANBU would expect the young man to be waiting for him at the Obsidian. The ANBU would have to determine why for himself.

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The Obsidian Interrogation Room:

Not the most pleasant of places to be taken and armed with only the bare minimum of information two... no three would be found in a strange interrogation room. The state of the Haku to be determined by the ANBU who transported him and prepared him for interrogation.

OC: Meet, greet and I will be playing the role of the sleazeball. The goal is to determine what he is REALLY up to because it is NOT a whorehouse (well, he totally has those too but that is not the scariest part). Considerations: How does he get his workers? How does he keep his workers? What is the Merchant Lord receiving? Do you believe these answers? How can you be so sure?

 

[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

For such a simple bounty mission, it seemed like it would have been over once Kagari turned in Saburou. But sometimes a mission is never that simple, and it has devolved into something bigger, and more terrifying. It was no secret that human lives are traded like livestock for malicious individuals. Even in Sunagakure the barbaric practices still occur, but once a few dollars grease a few palms; morals cease to be. What bothered Kagari most were the lives of the girls in Yoshiwara. He had seen the state of living for some of them; girls forced to live like animals and be submissive to any request made of them. Kagari may have put an end to Yoshiwara, but it's just a small piece of a bigger puzzle. Saburou may have had the resources backing him from his esteemed clan, but if they got involved in human trade; there would be a mass uproar. Where did Saburou get the girls from? Was there someone working in the shadows behind Saburou? The thoughts plagued Kagari's mind as he made his way to the last place any man would want to go to, The Obsidian Palace.

The Obsidian Palace is most known to others as a prison, where the worst of the worst go. It's a place of hell for most within the walls, a place of no escape. It truly did make Kagari uncomfortable as he got ever closer to the gates of the Obsidian, no person would go there willingly; even if commanded too. The place felt haunted, guarded by the souls of those who died in the Obsidian. Kagari tried to calm himself as he gazed upon it's aged sandstone walls, he was told to wait for an ANBU member outside. Hopefully, they would arrive soon; Kagari was starting to get restless.

Spoiler

Notes:
1. WC: 303
2. MFT

 

[Raizo]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

[col]It had not been long since Sousuke had caused some internal changes within the ANBU. The change in leadership had caused a stir of small changes to occur within the corps, but the biggest changes would be on the horizon. This, was not important now as the call coming over the communication system would perk up Roku's ears. He did not truly care what the request was, as he was looking forward to testing out the newest mask and persona, one that half created by Sousuke. He would bring a metallic device up to his mouth and he pressed the comm button.

"This is Sennin Tenken. Over."

"Yes. Over."

"Yes. Over."

"En-route. Over."

It would not be long as a figure stood outside the missions office.

Entering the office, Tenken would look at the elderly man at the desk before turning his attention to the holding cell. The metallic mask with the ominous glowing eyes would pause on the figure of the detained Haku. No words would be said as the Sennin would approach the cell, place his hands in several seals and cast the Incapacitate ANBU Justu. A searing pain would begin to course throughout the body of the prisoner as Tenken continued his approach, opening the cell door slowly. The red eyes would glare down at the figure who would either be enduring the pain or who would succumb to it either way, Tenken would withdraw and black bag and place it over the head of Saburou. Making sure the chakra sealing handcuffs were secure, the Sennin would summon a Shadow Servant to hoist up the body of the Haku and assist in bring him back to the Obsidian Palace. Tenken would approach the desk, take the folder from the elderly man and nod before departing.

Within moments the party would be at the prison, and Tenken would turn his red gaze to a figure that was lurking in front of the premise. It seemed that this boy, one who appeared to hold some hesitation towards the prison, was the one the mission master had mentioned would be on site for this interrogation. The Shadow Servant, with the bagged Haku in hand, would continue into the prison and make its way to the interrogation room. Once inside it would seat the prison in the darkened room and would fasten him to the seat, binding his arms at the wrist, his legs at the ankles, a strap around his chest and another strap around his forehead to hold the prison in a perfected seated position.

While the preparations were taking place, Tenken, still outside, would turn his attention to the young shinobi.

"Follow."

The voice was a deep, echoing, metallic sound, almost as if whatever was standing before him wasn't human. This was a nice feature Roku appreciated in this disguise. When wearing his Kasha outfit he had to put out effort, Sousuke's little toys made this becoming a new person thing pretty easy. Tenken would motion for Kagari to follow him, and the duo would travel into the depths of the prison until taking a detour down a dimly lit hallway full of rooms. Depending on the season, this hallway would be filled with many different sounds, most of which would be some form of anguish. As of now, it was quiet. They would make their way to room 12 and would pause. Before them was a door and a large mirror, but since the room was not lit at this time nothing could be seen inside. From the door, the shadow servant would emerge, bow and disappear into nothingness. Tenken would turn to Kagari.

"I am Sennin Tenken. What is your purpose for witnessing this?"
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OOC:
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[legend="[glow=blue][b][size=5]Tenken[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

Rank ANBU Sennin
Epithet: Heavenly Punishment
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Blood Type: O NegativeANBU DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedWiPMood MusicWiPMISC X

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[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

Despite the foreboding appearance of the obsidian palace, it was eerily calm from the outside. It was the complete opposite of the rest of Sunagakue, where there was constant noise everywhere; even in the most remote parts. No living person was in the immediate radius. He did have the feeling of someone was watching him coming from the Obsidian, watching his every move. Considering it is a prison, most people would be ushered away by some guard, but whoever was guarding the place kept themselves hidden. Minutes passed, and no one had shown up just yet, but Kagari just waited and observed the area. He could use the eerie silence to relax despite the haunted nature of the place; it was better than the constant noise from the streets of Grand Palais. The irony was not lost on Kagari; he was enjoying the isolation from a prison.

Footsteps could be heard approaching as he saw a shadowy figure carrying a body towards the Obsidian. It wasn't aware of Kagari or seemed to care as it passed by. As Kagari observed the body it was carrying; it was evident that the figure was Saburou. His hands were bound by handcuffs and a black bag tied on his head. You could only tell that it was Saburou by his long-robed garments he wore, too outlandish and stylish for any other criminal. Saburou's body was practically still; it appeared he was unconscious. He probably would have a fit due to the undignified way he was being carried. Kagari could hear another figure approach, this time, a black robe-hooded figure. As he was making his way towards the prison, he turned to Kagari. The hooded person was wearing a white mask; it's bright red eyes beaming at Kagari. The whole get up was intimidating, he looked more like a reaper rather than an ANBU agent. A low, rough voice came from the figure, speaking.

"Follow."

Kagari nodded and followed the figure into the Obsidian. The voice didn't sound human at all; it sounded like if you were on the wrong frequency on the radio. It was most likely not the person's actual voice, something to disguise it since ANBU agents are supposed to be undercover. As Kagari followed the mysterious being deeper into the prison, hushed noises could be heard as it echoed through the hallway. Light groans, coughing, and crying, could be heard from the different rooms. It was still pretty quiet for the supposed amount of people in the Obsidian. The hallways started to get darker, as various light sources blinked; shedding little to no light. They had finally arrived at their destination, a metal door with the number "12" stenciled on it. The two of them walked in and it was empty other than a small table, a door on the opposite side, and a large window on the side. Although the window was more like a mirror, as it only showed the two's reflection. The shadowy figure walked in from the opposite door, bowed and disappeared. The hooded figure turned and addressed Kagari again.

"I am Sennin Tenken. What is your purpose for witnessing this?"

"I'm Kagari Toshiwakai, a genin. I'm the one who captured Saburou and discovered his dirty little book of contacts. I was asked to assist with the interrogation, although..." Kagari turned and looked at the side window, reasoning that Saburou was on the other end of the mirror. "This is the first time I've done something like this." The young teen stated.

Spoiler

1. WC: 586
2. MFT

 

[Michi]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

OC: Geesh you guys are quick.

IC:

The Old Man: (Back at the Tower)

Not Going to Miss You​

The old man had already forgotten who he had called or why, his addled mind had been progressively deteriorating for some time with flashes of brilliance that seemed to last for only a few minutes before he returned to that of a doddering old man. He was actually the perfect man for a job such as this, sensitive information momentarily known and then forever lost. The only clues the former Jounin had to the things he had learned for the day were the chicken-scratch scrawling of a man who has for the most part lost his mind. So Sennin Tenken's appearance with the ominous drama was enough to give the poor man chest pain, his hand gripped his chest and clenched onto his own robes over his breast. This lost of breath and this terrible pressure that would quickly recede when death passed him by and rather came for the Haku prisoner. Who was that? The old man had already forgotten but when he looked down at the sheet pinned to his desk by his forearm it said flesh-peddler prisoner. He let out a breath of air that could be heard as an audible sigh of relief. He had forgotten about the man in the cage. The loss of one's capacity to know was a terrible thing but the worst part of it was not the man experiencing it but rather the world around them as they witnessed this loss of mentation and function. It was a true testament to the man he once was, this ability to still serve in such a lamenting fog but this is the end to his story for today. After the Sennin left, cargo in tow the old man would forget everything he saw. He would eventually look down with befuddlement at the scrap of paper his arm rested on and recall enough to know that it was best left forgotten. The less HE knew, the less THEY would know. He crumbled the paper in his arthritic hand and tossed it into the wastebasket.

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Haku Saburou
Flesh-Peddler, all-round dirt bag​

Haku Saburou (Back at the Kazekage Tower)

Denial​

The silk-clad nobleman and also flesh-peddler rested with his back leaned against the far wall of his holding cell. He listened with disinterest as the old man thought he made a connection. Councilman Yakashima was an idiot if he thought that black book would cause him anything more than a momentary inconvenience. Most of what was written in there was jibberish and even if they could crack the code and decipher all of the names, all that would happen then is they would embarrass and anger people much more important than they. Still, it would not matter for long -- the Councilman would be dead before dawn. His associates would see to that. "All of this talk of interrogations... scary," the Haku taunted from his cage after the young boy left and the old man was left to summon an ANBU. He did not actually expect the old man to be foolish enough to make the call. He fully expected the old man to offer his release in exchange for a perhaps a small gift or bribe. Perhaps if the old man was a less honest man or if he could remember the inherent dangers of angering the Haku elders the old man would have hesitated but the old man was morally sound, had the attention span of a three-year old child and the memory of a politician when one makes a promise.

"This is ridiculous, the Haku snapped, his arms crossed over his chest when he heard the call made. "Are you so addled with age old man that you do not realize who I am?" It was a rhetorical question that was given no answer. It was only a matter of time before he would be released, the Steward himself would likely be expected to hand deliver the apology before the days end. Confident most certainly in his power and influence over the denizens of the poorest and the richest portions of the village, these people would pay for this disgrace.

An ANBU eventually came and the Haku peeled himself from the back wall of his cell. "Finally," the exasperated businessman announced as he approached the cell door. "It has been a trying evening for a man of my sensibilities. I have been intimidated and my place of business was placed under attack... destroyed," he complained as he brushed a bit of dust off his kimono sleeve. "The shinobi of this village have made me, a pillar of this community fear for my life and the safety of my lovely employees who are now out of a job. I expect compensation for my... our woes." He actually did expect an apology and again if he had spoken to just about any other man in the ANBU Corp less the new Sennin his demand would have been a reality but luck was not on the flesh-peddler's side.

Gloved hands can through a series of seals and a wave of pain seemed to swell inside the prisoner. The pain was gradual but also exponential and over the course of a matter of seconds the pain went from an inconvenience to something unbearable. His knees started to quiver before they gave out and the unfortunate pimp submitted to the pain. The terrible sound that emanated this man resembled labor pains. Whilst he writhed, surrendered for this time temporarily to the searing pain a hood was drawn over his head that plunged him into blackness and his arms were drawn behind him and bound together with metal cuffs. Almost flaccid but still aware by the time the pain ebbed, Tenken would hear a muffled indignant protest that he would guess involved the word 'bastard' and 'pay.' Certainly Roku or rather Tenken did not know what he was getting into or who he was dealing with or how the pieces to a much larger puzzle would likely soon be revealed and this time without the help of a little bird chirping in his ear but this was also information that he was never intended to learn.

The man struggled against his restraints and was heaved over the shoulder of a specter Saburou yelled into the darkness until his voice fell to a raspy whisper and they, that is the servant stopped. The Haku exhausted and restless feebly continued to berate the foolish ANBU for taking him of all people any place without his consent. A strange choice considering most would see this situation as an arrest or a kidnapping but in the Haku's mind this was nothing more than a big mistake that they would soon suffer for. When they stopped of course there was a silence, even muffled most of what the flesh peddler had to say was heard although not clearly but the statements could have been guessed. Now there was nothing from the bagged man. If one were to feel his pulse, they would note that it had hastened.

They were not listening to them were they?

Were these guys just a bunch of idiots?

At the Obsidian

They had no idea what was going to happen to them once he got out and shared a tale of his tribulations did they? Still, where were they? What were they planning to do to him? This uncertainty caused a sensation that was novel to a man such as he with the resources he had -- fear. That cold shiver that ran down the back of his neck and would leave one's hair standing on end. He was sweating lightly and his fine garments had become wrinkled in transit. He could feel himself be dropped into a chair. He immediately tried to stand defiantly, but weak and tired and perhaps disoriented and off-balance the servant seemed capable enough of prevented the bagged man from fleeing. He could not tell what direction he was facing and all he could smell for the most part was the bag. What did he keep in this bag before his face was put in here? He did not know if he was in his own home, a private residence or even the Obsidian as ridiculous as the notion sounded that someone would be that dense.

He could feel something encircle his ankle and again panicked. He tried to stand but his leg was already attached to an unseen object which was assuredly the chair itself. "Stop! He demanded clearly enough to his silent captor. His second leg only a pace away from the chair was easy enough to wrestle into place in the proximity of the seat the creation had chosen. This struggle went on for a short time, at a great disadvantage the already incapable (in terms of manipulating his chakra) civilian was quickly bound. Unable to move despite his token attempts at what even he could tell in the darkness without seeing that freedom by force alone would be an insurmountable task.

Still nobody talked and all that kept him company was his own complaints (assuming the hood was taken off but since the room had no lights as 'on' that the room is still pitch dark but you restrained his head as well according to the post) and the sounds of his own bounding heart and hastened breath he called out into the darkness. His head was pinned to the high-backed chair, he strained to lean forward and to determine if anything had give. The restraint about his chest was tight and he felt it constricted his breath. "Do you have any fucking idea who I am!" The normally 'genteel' pimp had already become frustrated at his situation and the failure of subordinate and superior alike to put these caitiffs in their place. His own voice would echo back at him, the specter of shade would have dispersed leaving him alone for a time whilst the Sennin and the Genin had their little chat.

Why was the Genin sent. That was an excellent question, one that the Genin might want to get on discovering. His time with the Haku was limited but he stumbled onto something without really knowing. The Genin also was conceivably a bad guy himself -- collateral damage was one of the many reasons an ANBU wore a mask. They did not want to have retribution brought onto themselves or their families for the arrests made or the damages rendered during the apprehension of something greater or more important than a parcel of property. Of course the good Sennin here was a man of many personas. His personas even had personas but the only one there that would know that was the man beneath the mask: Roku. Messing with a boiler does in fact cause an explosive force. Once that likely killed many of the patrons inside and not only damaged that seedy establishment but also the establishment's surrounding. But his poor choice of tools or the fact that he did not consider that he might want to hide his face and association with that mission in particular was not what brought him here. Rather it was the interaction between the Haku and the Councilman. The fact that the boy saw the inside and had perhaps an inkling unless Roku, Kashi, Tenken, Kaza, Zombie or whatever other mask this ANBU donned frequented such an establishment but that was unlikely. Not the say the woes of those women and in some cases children was below his threshold for compassion but rather it was likely that they went unnoticed when he was attempting to avert a national disaster likely took precedence.

The kid was here to help the Sennin play a guessing game with some dirtball first and foremost. The second was the old man's intuition - the guy may be old and with the memory-span of a mayfly but he was nobody's fool. The Genin was going to get himself killed if he did not smarten up and put on a mask before he blew anything up or decided to face off against a political powerhouse and perhaps the good Sennin would be willing to offer some advice one honest man to another. Third, and the most pertinent to Tenken being the fact that the boy knows something that the flesh peddler would surely deny and that was the fact that he had political connections that went past the Councilman. That humans were being used as favors and to some of the other specifics regarding this man's crimes. Information that Tenken would only be able to reliably siphon from this young man.

 

[Raizo]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

[col]The ANBU Sennin looked down at the child, their height difference was over a foot. Behind the mask, Roku tried to imagine his first time being in this sort of situation and could only imagine the thoughts racing through the head of Kagari.

Why the hell are they sending a kid in for this shit...

The assumption was that this boy either had specific information on Saburou and he had some special talent at getting information. It appeared less likely to be the latter. Yet, just what sort of information could the Genin have stumbled upon. Tenken opened the folder and began to scan the information to see if anything stood out.

Ah shit, a Haku of the main branch, no wonder he keeps ending up back on the streets. The fact we drug him here could be enough to start a large scale political and economical battle. What a pain in my ass, kid.

That was when he came across the deciphered name, a name he knew of due to his side job; being a vigilante for the village.

Hisamaru Mako... oh, my.

There was a tingle that seemed to pulse through his body. This naive child just brough the Sennin something so juicy, so tasty, it was almost a crime the kid did not understand the importance of what he might have just opened, but Roku did. This might prove to be another thread in his ongoing investigation. The red eyes turned once more to the boy as his right hand flipped a switch that caused all the panels in the ceiling of the interrogation room to light up. Within the room it would be a fluorescent, blinding hell hole, at least initially for someone who was in the dark for a such a long time. Soon it would normalize for the Haku, but the amount of unnatural light would still be irritating. The panel directly above Saburou would flicker every five seconds, one of the simple tricks deigned to unnerve a prisoner without ever touching them.

"Kagari; does this man known your name?"

Tenken would hold out his left hand as an ANBU mask would form and he would extend it to the boy.

"You've mistakenly stumbled upon a world that is far more dangerous than you might have originally imagined. Do you know why I wear a mask? Because when I fight filth like this flesh peddler, there is a risk that everyone I hold dear will be taken from me as a form of payback. The world is terrifying, and just having you face could be enough for the individuals associated with this man to find your family and lead them to do far worse than torture them to get to you. From now on, if you choose to do things I would like to request that you either wear a mask or provide some sort of cover to protect your identity."

Whether the boy took the mask or not was not an important thing.

"But the reason I am telling you this now is because I want you to go in there and try to get that man talking. I would suggest going in there either wearing a mask, using a transformation jutsu to give yourself a distinguishable scar or tattoo around your face to draw away from your actual features and whatever you do; never give out your name in any capacity. The reason I want you to go in there is because it is my understanding you've chatted with this person before... attempt to get him to talk again. Try to keep him focused on the names in the book, get him to speak on his clientele. Lastly, explain to him that there is a green light and to keep the light green he must talk about the names of those involved in his operation and within his black book. If he goes five minutes without talking about the book, the light will turn red and he will be punished. That is all you need to say."

It was going to be a fun night.

"Oh, before you explain the rules to him, do you mind asking him about his family and what he loves the most in the world? So the game is as such; Ask him about his family. Ask him what he loves the most in the world. Explain the game. Get him to talk about the names in the book."

The metallic, skull-like face would continue to glare at the boy.

"Simple, right?"

Tenken would then wait for Kagari to enter and beginning chatting with the restrained Saburou. Once Kagari started to explain the rules of the green light game, Tenken would flick another switch outside that would activate a light on the wall above the monitoring mirror. It would initially start out as green, and depending on how the conversation it would remain that color or change red. Tenken's bet was that it would take a red light or two before things really started to roll, but it would depend on the fortitude of the Haku clansmen.
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[legend="[glow=blue][b][size=5]Tenken[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

Rank ANBU Sennin
Epithet: Heavenly Punishment
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Blood Type: O NegativeANBU DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedWiPMood MusicWiPMISC X

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[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

Spoiler

"Kagari Speaking"
'Kagari Thinking'
"Disguised Kagari Voice Speaking"

As Kagari gazed into the mirrored window, he jumped a bit when he heard yelling coming from the other side. Saburou was cursing, apparently angered by his current state. His calm composure that he initially met Kagari with back at his club was now more like a spoiled brat clinging to his family name. Kagari smirked, he hadn't seen him this pissed since when he triggered the explosive seal on the boiler. 'It's the least he deserves. Maybe he won't be on so calm and collected when he gets interviewed by Roku here.' He turned his head towards Roku, who was looking at a folder, probably the dossier on who Saburou was. He spent a few seconds reading the contents inside when finally he focused his attention on Kagari. With his right hand, he triggered the lights inside the interrogation room. Even though the glass was tinted, the sudden blinding light surprised Kagari. There was one light however that was blinking on and off inconsistently, but despite that they could now clearly see the condition of Saburou. He was looking around for an escape, yelling at wherever he thought someone would be. Kagari reasoned that the window was a one-way mirror, Roku and Kagari could see Saburou but he could not. Saburou's clothes and hair were starting look a ragged; he looked stressed by the situation. HIs jet black straight hair now was harried, looking like he had been through gusts of wind. The once perfect complexion (which was makeup) showed signs of exhaustion, and anger.

The robotic sounding Roku spoke again to Kagari, "Kagari; does this man known your name?" Kagari shook his head, "No, I never told him my name. Although he probably seared my face into his memory, considering all the crap I've done to him." Kagari scratched the back of his head, recalling the bath house exploding in the Red Lights. Roku extended his left hand to Kagari; a mask began to form in his hand. Kagari took the mask and inspected it. It looked off-putting, slightly damaged and most of all intimidating. 'Is this an ANBU mask?' Kagari kept inspecting the mask, observing the various details.

After Roku had handed Kagari the mask, the red eyed skull man spoke again, "You've mistakenly stumbled upon a world that is far more dangerous than you might have originally imagined. Do you know why I wear a mask? Because when I fight filth like this flesh peddler, there is a risk that everyone I hold dear will be taken from me as a form of payback. The world is terrifying, and just having you face could be enough for the individuals associated with this man to find your family and lead them to do far worse than torture them to get to you. From now on, if you choose to do things I would like to request that you either wear a mask or provide some sort of cover to protect your identity."

Kagari gazed into the eyes of the mask, cursed inwardly at his stupidity. 'I didn't give Saburou my name, but he knows my face now.The same with the councilman. If I went all that trouble being stealthy, why didn't I put on a mask?' Kagari slapped his forehead after realizing his mistake. Hopefully, Saburou hadn't made any contact with his "associates" on the outside. He was concerned for the safety of his mother, who could suffer the consequence of Kagari's naivety.

"But the reason I am telling you this now is because I want you to go in there and try to get that man talking. I would suggest going in there either wearing a mask, using a transformation jutsu to give yourself a distinguishable scar or tattoo around your face to draw away from your actual features and whatever you do; never give out your name in any capacity. The reason I want you to go in there is because it is my understanding you've chatted with this person before.. attempt to get him to talk again. Try to keep him focused on the names in the book, get him to speak on his clientele. Lastly, explain to him that there is a green light and to keep the light green he must talk about the names of those involved in his operation and within his black book. If he goes five minutes without talking about the book, the light will turn red, and he will be punished. That is all you need to say."

'Wait...What?' Kagari's expression changed quickly once he heard that he was going to be the one interrogating. He thought he would only be observing and correcting any of the things that Saburou was saying. 'Skull man wants me in there?!' Kagari turned back to Saburou, who was taking a breather after all the yelling, still looking visibly pissed, though. Kagari sighed, this was his responsibility. He was the one who made all this happen, so he has to own up to what he did.
'So I'm not totally going in there blind...Hopefully, Skull man here doesn't accidently kill him with this "punishment" '.

"Oh, before you explain the rules to him, do you mind asking him about his family and what he loves the most in the world? So the game is as such; Ask him about his family. Ask him what he loves the most in the world. Explain the game. Get him to talk about the names in the book."

A few moments of silence filled the room as Kagari was pondering how to go about this. Roku spoke again though, "Simple, right?" If the skull mask Roku was wearing could smile, it probably would right about now. Kagari sighed again as he stared into the metal mask he was given, his expression changing into a focused one. He took off his glasses and put them away into his backpack, along with taking out a black hooded jacket he packed in case there was rain. Saburou would probably recognize the clothes Kagari was wearing so hopefully the black jacket would throw him off. Kagari put on the mask, adjusting it so that it would fit his face. Once he was settled he spoke, "I'm ready." The mask wasn't the same robotic sounding voice as Roku's, but it was hard to tell if it was Kagari's voice. He walked to the door leading to the other side, breathed deeply to compose himself and walked inside.

Interrogation Begins here:

" Mr. Saburou," Kagari spoke, his voice deeper than the usual tone the teen had. "I'm surprised you aren't liking your current surroundings, considering the hell you put your girls through." Kagari paused,

"No one's coming for you down here; it's just you and me."</B><i></i> Kagari walked closer to Saburou and stood in front of him crossing his arms.


"You're from the Haku family Saburou. But honestly, they won't get you out of this; no matter how much money your daddy has." Kagari kneeled down and got close to the restrained man. "Today, you're going to experience fear..." Kagari stood up and walked toward the window, looking at where Roku probably was on the other side of the one-way mirror. "So, let's start with the basics. Tell me who you are? Cause according to you, 'we don't fucking know who you are?' Your family is in hot shit right now; they aren't untouchable. So you should come clean now before we start asking the other members of your pathetic clan what goes on in your household."

Kagari would wait for Saburou to respond, and continue with his questions.

<B>"I wonder if Yoshiwara blowing up made you angry Mr.Saburou. I sure would, after losing all that money I invested in the tiles, the wooden floors, the furniture. But something tells me you don't hold that place very dear, considering it's not the first whore house you built. Because despite you enslaving girls, and selling them like over the top medicine; you're human. And humans, are easily broken."

Kagari paused for Saburou's response, wondering if this was working or not. Luckily the mask could hide any emotion he was giving.

Notes:
1. WC: 1011
2. MFT

 

[Sand Council]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

OC: Excellent job post-weaving Kagari. Tenken, as devious as always. Remember Kagari that you do not know Roku is Roku, that is the reason he wears a mask (to be safe from me).

IC:

Haku Saburou
Flesh-Peddler, all-round dirt bag​

It was as black as tar and the Haku could not do anything more than pass his gaze over the dark space. Was there anyone in there? If so they were not answering. Without distraction and without something to measure the passage of time in a reliable sense, moments would feel like minutes. However long it took for Tenken and the brat to converse, it would seem like longer for the restrained prisoner. He had already stopped attempting to free himself, the unyielding leather and steel held him firmly in place.

The room suddenly erupted in a scene of blinding white. It was physically painful and Saburou attempted to bring his hands to his eye out of instinct and habit but the metal cuff of the circumferential restraint presented him from doing so and merely abraded against his wrist. He scowled and made an uncomfortable sound as he closed his eyes tightly. "God dammit," he muttered in complaint. Living in a place such as Sunagakure, a subterranean village, light was often barely more than ambient. His eyes were still scrunched closed when the boy entered the interrogation chamber, while he could not see the boy's approach he could hear the sound of the boy's soles scrape across the floor.

"You!" A shrill, self-important voice declared. "Do you have any idea what is going to happen to you when I am released!" He attempted to thrash against his restraints but they held onto him tightly so all that could be seen was the tension in his neck and arms as he attempted to make a scene. His eyes slowly opened over the next few moments and he squinted at the fuzzy visage of a young man. "I. am. going. to. make. you. regret. ever. coming. to. Sunagakure," he threatened, pausing between each word. Even an unpracticed interrogator such as Kagari could see the anger and the honesty in his eyes. It was the look of someone who had killed a man or in the Haku's case a man who has gotten other people killed and a number of them at that. Under a flickering light, Saburou could not turn his head but he still looked the Genin straight in the eye. "Being here is the last thing you will ever do."

Anger

The often gentle faced effeminate Haku's visage was contorted and twisted into something terrible and seething. He was breathing heavily and the expression on his face seemed to demand a response that differed greatly from the young man's continued slow approach. The young man was masked but the Haku had his guesses as to who was behind the metallic mask, limbs still lanky and in the course of development. Teens often string beans with bodies that grew faster than their muscles knew how, but still favored among a certain sub-sect of his patrons. He of course could not be certain that the young man who destroyed his establishment and the one in the mask shaded by a hood were both one in the same but there was one thing for certain when, not if he got out of here every single one of these cretins would pay dearly.

" Mr. Saburou,"

The masked boy spoke. The Haku's attention on the young man as he let out a stifled huff of air in what could be described as a scoff. His eyes followed the young hooded man as his head, fastened to the high back chair could not. "Release me now," Saburou demanded.

"I'm surprised you aren't liking your current surroundings, considering the hell you put your girls through."

"I provide a human service, I cannot be held responsible for the perversions of other men," a wavering voice answered, not out of fear but rather a consuming enmity. "Without me, where would those men and women go?" Yes, he was an equal opportunity employer. "Far from squalor, so what if they had to make some middle-aged man's day? I can only think of a few who like their jobs," his face was accusing somehow when he said that. "It is easy for a shinobi to make a living of course, but what of the rest?" The irony here was the fact that he was supported entirely in his enterprises by the shinobi - the political protections offered by an honored house and a customer base that was largely shinobi. But the words he said also had some truth, the bath house that the young man raided was quite lovely, in fact it was pleasant. Who worked in those sorts of places but the forgotten and the unwanted. Those sold to save their fathers from their debts and those with no families to call their own. Where would any of them be without a villain such as he to keep them occupied? "Now, my vocation is no secret. It would be bad for business," he commented as his seething voice seemed to momentarily calm perhaps to take a few breaths as it was hard to breathe with the leather strap that bound his chest to the back of the chair. "This seems rather disproportionate considering my crimes," he continued. It was true, why would a flesh peddler be brought to an interrogation room and find himself bound to a chair with the implied threat of torture? Even if he were to 'suffer fully' for his crimes, a short stint in a cell in one of the safer blocks was all he faced and truly it would be a shock if he spent even a full night behind bars once his family was made aware of his plight. "What ever happened to due process? ...A call? I will not say anything until I have a Haku representative at my side," he announced confidently despite the fact that he was the one bound and not the young man.

"No one's coming for you down here; it's just you and me."</B><i></i>

The masked teen announced as he came to a stop only a matter of feet from the flesh peddler. <B>"I think that is where you are wrong you little son of a cunt. My abduction or at the very least that is how my family will spin it and they will not even have to try hard. I was compliant when an arsonist came to my place of business and not only broke in but set it ablaze causing damage to one of the most dilapidated and unfortunate portions of the community only contributing to their financial dis-ease. Yet despite my compliance, an ANBU assaulted and restrained me in the very office while I awaited transport and now I am being denied due-process." The Haku let out a cruel-sounding laugh as he eyed the boy. "I think it should be you that is worried boy, not me."

"You're from the Haku family Saburou. But honestly, they won't get you out of this; no matter how much money your daddy has."

The young man seemed certain in this statement. Yes, Saburou was a member of the main-house Haku despite the fact that he had no natural ability to manipulate his chakra. "Money yes, even a lowly businessman such as myself knows full-well that money cannot buy you everything," there was a tone of sarcasm in his voice. "Sunagakure does not cater to the Haku because they have money, this is not a plutocracy you little shit," he sneered. The man's lovely face mostly a facade of paint and the willful attempt to prevent it from twisting in such a perverse sneer. "What ever will you do without water?" he finally threatened. Yes, they had the underground reservoir that supplied a portion of the water needed by both the civilians and the military forces but a single reservoir was hardly enough to fill the needs of their bustling population and the threat now compounded with surface living and greater hydration needs coupled with a greater distance from the water-source almost a mile underground through solid earth and stone.

"Today, you're going to experience fear..."

As the young man knelt, Saburou would not be able to see what the masked teen was doing but strained attempting to do so. The young man seemed undeterred by the Haku's statements and threats.

"So, let's start with the basics. Tell me who you are? Cause according to you, 'we don't fucking know who you are?' Your family is in hot shit right now; they aren't untouchable. So you should come clean now before we start asking the other members of your pathetic clan what goes on in your household."

"You know exactly who I am... you just seem to have a hard time keeping it in your tiny head," Saburou seemed intent on reminding him again. "My pathetic clan is the only thing between civilized agrarian living and anarchy." Without their water, something needed to live what would commerce become. Certainly nothing taxable as water would become more precious than gold and weighed by the ounce. How much more powerful could his clan become in such an arid society if they felt compelled to do such?

"I wonder if Yoshiwara blowing up made you angry Mr.Saburou. I sure would, after losing all that money I invested in the tiles, the wooden floors, the furniture. But something tells me you don't hold that place very dear, considering it's not the first whore house you built. Because despite you enslaving girls, and selling them like over the top medicine; you're human. And humans, are easily broken."

"A set-back," he smiled. "But for whom?" He taunted, attempting to get a rise out of the young man. They would not do a thing to him, they would not dare. If they did, it would be a laughing matter only to him of course. "I wonder how many girls were killed in that explosion... I am sure that will weigh heavily on someone's conscience." Saburou announced with poorly feigned sympathy. "The rest would be injured and homeless, now marred and unable to make a living even as a whore... yes, a set-back for them. People are cheap," he concluded.

 

[Raizo]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

[col]The youth seemed to turn into more of a harden individual when behind the mask, or maybe that was his true personality. Either way, he did not expect the timid boy to waltz in with the moxy he was now showing. This did not please Tenken, this was not the game plan he had envisioned. While it was not how he foresaw this moment playing it, it seemed that Saburou was still rather talkative, so instead of hitting the red light and pulling the plug to regroup, Tenken wanted to allow this boy to continue onward with his take on the game plan. Maybe this would bare fruit afterall.

It would seem that Saburou was reliant on his family clout.

I will cut that tie first.

The threat of the water supply, shipped via ice to the village, was definitely a good card to play for the Haku. That would be a tough hurdle to come but Tenken believe he could negate that claim with work on breaking his spirit. The conversation then went to the boys actions prior to abducting Saburou.

That wasn't in the file, what an interesting piece of information.

Had the child killed, and if so would they remain undeterred in their current run of confidence?

'People are cheap', huh. Good mentality, I think I am almost ready.

Tenken would place his hand on the communication device as he continued to observe the ongoing situation. The communication would be with a worker at a desk within the confines of the ANBU HQ and he would be making a simple request to them. After finishing that conversation he would fold his arms and continued to wait for Kagari to finish his assigned task; explain the rules of the game and talk about the names in the book.


The light is still green
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[legend="[glow=blue][b][size=5]Tenken[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

Rank ANBU Sennin
Epithet: Heavenly Punishment
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Blood Type: O NegativeANBU DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedWiPMood MusicWiPMISC X

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[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

Saburou sure was not the quiet one, especially when you get him riled up. Kagari was making sure to push his buttons; people tend to mention accidently out loud the things they try to hide. Hopefully, Saburou would keep on shouting while Kagari maintained a calm, yet annoying personality. Although with the mask on, the teenager switched from a genin to something else entirely, a persona he wasn't aware of. If he did begin to doubt himself during the interrogation, Saburou would win despite the success of the mission.

Kagari and Saburou's conversation was going somewhere, maybe not in the direction Kagari wanted but he was talking. With each question and statement, Saburou met with venom. He was like a snake, slyly answering and avoiding direct answers. He was a tricky one, after all, he is an experienced criminal. While they know who his family was, Kagari doubted if he was able to get the thing that Saburou loved the most. From what Kagari could tell Saburou, took pride in his business, uses his family to his needs and had a high opinion of himself. For one, he wasn't lying about his business practices at all. He's admitted that he is a pimp, but that was obvious. He hasn't revealed details of his business, however. They still don't know how he gets his girls, and if he does human trafficking, for someone else. He drops his family name as a warning for those threatening him, although he's called his entire clan "pathetic." For someone who relies on it as a shield, he wasn't grateful for being a part of a powerful family. Kagari was curious what exactly goes on in the Haku clan. What kind of household created a man like Haku Saburou? And most importantly, what could they do if they knew a Haku was being interrogated? Maybe, after all, Kagari should have gone after that chick who just streaks everywhere instead. Kagari washed those thoughts out of his head, now was not a time to doubt yourself.

Saburou repeatedly fell back on using his family as a deterrent, and ironically enough arguing that he should be treated fairly despite you know, being an inhumane criminal himself. It made Kagari dumbfounded what kind of twisted morals the man had, even the way he describes his girls as expendables. Although this is where Kagari faltered, as the next few words hit Kagari's core.

"A set-back," he smiled. "But for whom?" He taunted, attempting to get a rise out of the young man. They would not do a thing to him; they would not dare. If they did, it would be a laughing matter only to him of course. "I wonder how many girls were killed in that explosion... I am sure that will weigh heavily on someone's conscience." Saburou announced with poorly feigned sympathy. "The rest would be injured and homeless, now marred and unable to make a living even as a whore... yes, a set-back for them. People are cheap," he concluded.

It was a good thing Kagari was wearing a mask; he stayed quiet after Saburou's words. He turned around, thinking about his actions in the past few hours. Even before the mission at Yoshiwara, Kagari wondered had he been too hasty in his planning? He had battled with how to destroy the bath house before his nighttime raid, not finding a complete solution. Even when he destroyed the building, he took pleasure at seeing Saburou's anguish, and anger. At that moment, Kagari realized that he viewed the girls at Yoshiwara the same as Saburou, an expendable resource. He tightened his fist, angry that Saburou's venomous words cut deep. 'I don't have time to regret, I need to get back on track!' Kagari turned back around and decided to move on to explain the rules of the game, as Saburou was probably stalling with his answers.

"Then you're going to tell us how cheap they are. Because you're going to talk about your little black book." Kagari, referring to the list of names he had recovered from Yoshiwara before he demolished the building. "Although knowing you, you're probably going to keep shouting insults at me and hiding under your clan's name whenever convenient. So this time, I'm going to lay out some ground rules."

"There's a green light somewhere. It's not in the room, but you'll know it's a green light because if you tell me the details about the names of the black book and your business, that light will stay green." Kagari paused, then proceeded with explaining the rules.

"However, if you don't talk about your book at all and keep trading insults with me; that light will turn red, and you will be punished. We don't want that now do we?" Kagari crossed his arms and turned his head to the window to signal that he was ready to begin the game.

"Simple right? Now let's get started. What and who are the names in the book?" Kagari asked calmly.

Spoiler

Notes:
1.WC: 735
2.MFT
3. OC: Oops, I'll be sure to watch out for the remainder of this topic not to use "Roku". My bad.

 

[Sand Council]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

Haku Saburou
Flesh-Peddler, all-round dirt bag​

He, or more than likely they wanted to know about the Councilman's little black book. The boy was confident, not too bright if he thought that something like a little mask would protect him and everything he loved from reprisal. He let out a low laugh in response to Kagari's demands: the Councilman's little black book. "How about you ask the good Councilman," Saburou countered as he collected a bolus of phlegm that he collected from the back of his throat at the end of his tongue. With a propellant force the spit was released from his mouth and launched in the direction of the 'ANBU' youth.

Kagari was right, the flesh-peddler had no intention of being compliant. The Haku thrashed against the restraints that held him in place. "This is outrageous!" he proclaimed, venom in his voice as he spoke through his teeth. It was then that Kagari started to place some ground rules. A green light. A RED light. Punishment for being such a naughty man. Saburou scoffed at the statement and looked directly at his masked captor, he really could not look anywhere else but he did so defiantly. Yet, his gaze would avert if only for a moment at a time in silent search of this fabled green light. An ounce of uncertainty under all that bluster as he sat beneath the flickering overhead light.

The question: Who and what were the names in the book?

"Customers." he replied with a sneer. He was starting to clam up, something Tenken, a rather seasoned ANBU would have likely expected given their suspect and his demographic. Esteemed in some circles and with the power of his heritage to back him, like most men from powerful families he felt he was untouchable. That was why he so willingly complied with Kagari's arrest despite the fact that it was likely that the pimp's body guards were likely a superior force against the Genin. He would be free in a few hours, utterly unscaved and with likely a heart-felt apology from the Steward's desk in his back pocket. Kasha did not use gentle or even civil restraint on the Haku in transit. Perhaps he was an asshole who took pleasure in his vocation a bit too much or perhaps it was part of the plan to set the stage and let the noble pimp know he did not give a shit. Even after the rough transport and the use of restraint in this lonesome and offensive place the Haku did not believe that anything would or rather could be done to him. Time passed, albeit not much but still more than he had expected as his mind started to wonder if they used proper channels once he was apprehended. With all of the greased palms and sometimes asses, the response should have been near instantaneous. The lack of intervention coupled with this disgrace enraged Susumu, but there was a creeping sense of dire distress with each passing moment when nobody came.

The truth be told, nobody was coming. The old man never documented the capture. He would not remember it even if someone had asked. Rather he in his passing moments of intellect had passed it on to the Sennin to take where he must. He did not know Roku from Mikaboshi, they were all the same to him, but in his distant youth he was a trained tool like many shinobis of old and some things became automatic or instinctual. So nobody was coming.

OC: Sorry about the simple post, I am on my long shifts at the hospital and can only post via my phone. I just did not want to keep you waiting.

 

[Raizo]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

[col]The game was finally explained and it was now time to see if Saburou was going to be a willing player. Kagari maintained his pace, still trying to push the buttons while pushing forward with the agenda. Unfortunately, it seemed that Saburou had grown complacent with his current situation, which might be a bit perplexing but for someone who has never met consequences it wasn't a stretch. He didn't know he should treat this moment seriously, because he had never had to treat this moment seriously. It was time to correct that grave mistake. Tenken would flip one of the various switches outside the room that would then turn all the lighting in the room red as an excessively loud alarm would squawk five times. After the fifth squawk the door to the room would open as the figure of the ANBU Sennin would stand in the threshold.

"Prisoner, this is strike one."

First step in this punishment, make it clear that his name was no longer important. Tenken would slowly start to make his way into the room, his eyes locked on the restrained Saburou.

"You will be granted two more before the game is over, do not waste our leniency, Prisoner."

He would stop just a foot shy of the restrained man before hitting a button on his side, which would cause feedback to pick up from a speaker in the top corner of the back left of the room.

"Please read the report."

"Yes sir. At approximately 0200 hours there was a gang related bombing in a brothel located in the Red Light district. It has been confirmed that Haku Saburou was a frequent of the establishment."

"Oh no, what happened to that man?"

"Eye witness reports that lord Saburou was able to flee the location but was burnt in the process of escape. His left arm appeared to be badly burned."

"It appears for strike 2 I can work with your left arm a bit. Any further reports?"

"Further reports indicate that the gang who targeted the establishment were after lord Saburou."

"Dangerous area for someone of such lineage. Continue."

"ANBU and military personnel were dispatched to handle the situation but upon arriving on the scene found a bloody mess. Lord Saburou attempted to make his own escape, killing two abductors but was unable to make it past the remaining gang. The gang's intentions were not ransom for capture but to remove the secret of the Haku Bloodline for business use. They were a notorious group who have been hunting those with bloodline abilities, our sources believe they are just a front line group for a darker organization."

"My, that is awful... so by the time we got on the scene what all had happened to the body of the abducted man?"

"Medical personal noted the following; damage to all fingernails, heavily damaged or removed due to struggle. The group was in the process of dissecting the body for their own bloodline research and transportation; all limbs had been removed along with head, and there was an incision from the base of the throat down to the genitals were organ harvesting had begun. Head had a gash down the right cheek."

Tenken would run his finger down the side of the face of Saburou as if implying the location of the cut.

"Cause of death was a stab wound to the chest just below the heart which punctured the lung and caused blood to fill the lungs. Additional damage to the body include; bruising and lacerations covering most limbs, broken left wrist, broken ribs, both ankles broken, and heavy swelling to the genitals and signs that the left testicle had ruptured from the blow."

"What is the village's response?"

"Later today, at 0900 hours a report will be release from the council office, with councilmen Yoshiwara announcing the events detailed previously and publicly acknowledging that the village had kept quiet about the hunting of those with bloodlines to not cause a panic, but this was an error and now a great member of Wind Country has suffered at the hands of this group. He will then demand for swift action from the village's military might to punish those responsible and bring justice to the cherished Haku's clan. 2 days from now the Haku clan will be notified by and official letter from councilmen Yoshiwara that he will accompany the raiding forces on the siege of the location believed to be the headquarters for those who orchestrated the capture of lord Saburou. Within the raiding efforts Yoshiwara will be killed, ANBU will be lost, but ultimately the ANBU forces will complete eradicate all those present. 3 days from now Kazekage Takahashi Sousuke will announce retribution served but that a stronger effort will be needed to quell the criminal element in the Grand Palais. A memorial of Saburou will be constructed by the Kazekage himself in the location of the destroyed bar and a village penance will be sent to the Haku clan along with guards to protect them. Information from the raid will indicate that there is a high black market demand for Haku's dead or alive and the village will use their troops presence on the scene to protect the family for the time being as on going investigations occur."

"Thank you. With the report being released at 0900 today, we have only a few hours to make this a reality."

The metallic face will low down to Saburou and stare directly into his face.

"The report listed will be your fate, Prisoner. If you refuse to cooperate, this destiny will come to pass and I will get to have my way with this smooth, unblemished body. Your family will mourn the loss of a child, but not their only child. Not even their best child. One that didn't even really bring anything to the clan's business other than spending their money. You don't have to play the game, Prisoner, but I will say that you have no hope of a future passed what was just explained should you refuse. Just know; I am here to punish and the other masked individual present is here to save. It is your choice which of us you interact with."

Tenken would turn around and begin to make his way out before pausing.

"Were the limbs removed prior to death?"

"No sir, aside from the head all other limbs show signs of being removed while lord Saburou was still alive."

"Hear that, Prisoner? We are going to have so much fun together... maybe you should just remain quiet? This will be the last time your body remains untouched when the lights turn red."

And with that the door would shut, the lights in the room would return to normal except for the single light that was still repetitively flickering above Saburou; it was now colored green.
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[legend="[glow=blue][b][size=5]Tenken[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

Rank ANBU Sennin
Epithet: Heavenly Punishment
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Blood Type: O NegativeANBU DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedWiPMood MusicWiPMISC X

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[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

He was able to get an answer out of Saburou, a very vague one at that. The names in the book were obviously customers, investors, or people associated that had the financial backing to support Saburou's fronts. Kagari needed more than just actual names; he needed locations, resources, logistics, things of that nature that tie the book with its owner. Although prying that information from Saburou was like pulling teeth, slow and painful. Kagari was about to question more when the entire room went red and alarms started blazing. At first, Kagari thought it was a general alarm for a breakout or a riot, but after a few seconds the door opened and in walked the mysterious Tenken.

"Prisoner, this is strike one."


'Oh, so that's what the red strike looks like...It really wakes you up.' Kagari mused in his head, his ears still lightly ringing from the sudden loud noise. "You will be granted two more before the game is over, do not waste our leniency, Prisoner." 'Well it looks like he'll be determining what's true or not...It should help a lot. All I need to do is just ask the questions, and keep the conversation on track.' He then addressed someone else outside the room, an assistant maybe. For the next minute, Kagari watched how an ANBU member got work done. Tenken cut up the man with his words like a master swordsman, wasting no time in basically saying to the pimp; "You're ours now. And we can do what we want." Whatever that old man did at the front desk seemed to put things in motion on the surface. For one, Kagari's mission was being covered up, a number of individuals only knew the details of it. Kagari was amazed that the ANBU and Ninja forces were quick to get to work after Saburou's capture. It took days of planning to figure out how to get into Yoshiwara, and these guys were able to swipe all of it under the rug within hours. Saburou was "dead" at the scene, the gangs targeted the bath house, and that the Haku clan will be none the wiser. 'Damn...' Behind the mask, Kagari's face turned into admiration of the skull-masked man.

"Thank you. With the report being released at 0900 today, we have only a few hours to make this a reality."

The metallic face will low down to Saburou and stare directly into his face.

"The report listed will be your fate, Prisoner. If you refuse to cooperate, this destiny will come to pass and I will get to have my way with this smooth, unblemished body. Your family will mourn the loss of a child, but not their only child. Not even their best child. One that didn't even really bring anything to the clan's business other than spending their money. You don't have to play the game, Prisoner, but I will say that you have no hope of a future passed what was just explained should you refuse. Just know; I am here to punish and the other masked individual present is here to save. It is your choice which of us you interact with."

Tenken would turn around and begin to make his way out before pausing.

"Were the limbs removed prior to death?"

"No sir, aside from the head all other limbs show signs of being removed while lord Saburou was still alive."

"Hear that, Prisoner? We are going to have so much fun together... maybe you should just remain quiet? This will be the last time your body remains untouched when the lights turn red."

And with that the door would shut, the lights in the room would return to normal except for the single light that was still repetitively flickering above Saburou; it was now colored green.

'I still don't understand why he asked me to do the questioning. He could have done it himself. Well, I guess after all that; that makes me the good cop.' Kagari paced around for a few seconds, trying to think of a new line of questioning. Maybe Saburou will be more cooperative now that he learned his place in the whole grand scheme of things. When Kagari was ready to question, he grabbed a nearby metal folding chair and sat down.

"Now, I hope that was a good reminder of what situation you're in. So I'm going to ask again, the names in the book, who are they? What are they? Because you're better off talking to me or he'll come back out." Kagari, without turning around pointing to the door behind him.

Spoiler

WC: 484
MFT

 

[Sand Council]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

OC: How scary. =) Wonderful job.

IC:

Haku Saburou
Flesh-Peddler, all-round dirt bag​

A curtain of crimson fell over the room, it was abrasive and sudden and it caused his eyes to burn. He scrunched them closed but it would not protect him from the wail of the sirens that assaulted his ears. A high-pitched ring would follow that was not mechanically generated by the Obsidian interrogation space leaving him partially deaf for a few moments. He had tensed himself in the chair and pushed against his restraints that cut into his wrists in ankles, chest and forehead. This was red and it was an instinctual reaction to not only be startled but to be apprehensive over his fabled shade. He was not a particularly 'brave' man but up until this point he was for the most part a confident man. He would not see the masked ANBU enter the room but as his sense of sound returned an unfamiliar voice rang out.

"Prisoner, this is strike one."

His heart had hastened although there was no reason why. The unknown had not done anything, but he felt a change in the air much like an animal can sense an impending storm. His fingernails scraped against the slightly warm, smooth metal surface of the armrest as his fingers curled slightly. Saburou's eyes opened a crack once the lights in the room had stopped flashing and he saw a tall, masked man enter the room. The very same one who had released a wave of pain through him before he put the Haku in his original restraint for transport. His face was a fixture of anger and fear when he saw the darkly cloaked individual with the metallic mask. "You," Saburou muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He could not move his head to follow the ANBU as he entered the room in no particular hurry but he followed Tenken with his eyes and threatened him much like he did the younger interrogator, "you will never work in this town again." The ANBU stopped only a foot away from the restrained flesh peddler, while his eyes strained to look upward his eyes would only be able to rest at the level of the ANBU's torso.

"You will be granted two more before the game is over, do not waste our leniency, Prisoner."

Something would squeal immediately after the announcement was made, Saburou would have anticipated that another loud siren would be sounded to again assault his sense of sound but rather a communication channel was open but Saburou would not immediately know this. He was visibly seething, "Release me now!" He demanded, his perfect white teeth bared. "Every last one of you, I will get your names and I Will. Make. Sure. That. You regret this day!" He shouted, his face red from all of the bluster.

"Please read the report."

Report? Saburou silently wondered as he attempted to make use of his limited ability to move in his seat to look behind him, an attempt that would obviously fail as the leathers held him firmly in place.

• "Yes sir. At approximately 0200 hours there was a gang related bombing in a brothel located in the Red Light district. It has been confirmed that Haku Saburou was a frequent of the establishment."

No they did not, Saburou mentally replied. It was the work of that little punk, he seemed to narratively remind himself. He should have assumed that there would be some cover-up for the kid, was he an ANBU unmasked infiltrating his establishment? He had no idea but he scowled at the sentiment, but report or not all they demonstrated was an ability to manipulate the media and the village's official and public report but people would know the truth about the corrupt morality police that protect their streets and interests. He would tell his family, his patrons, his friends, hell even the girls under his 'employ.'

"Oh no, what happened to that man?"

• "Eye witness reports that lord Saburou was able to flee the location but was burnt in the process of escape. His left arm appeared to be badly burned."

That did not happen the Haku thought as he strained to see the posture or any indication from the ANBU of what he thought of this false response. The leathers would creak ever so slightly but they would not give way as they simply dug into him as he attempted to move. He had twisted himself slightly in the chair with these attempts to move, his head slightly turned rather than facing straight ahead with a resultant kink in his neck that was rather uncomfortable but something one could endure. The wrists had moved up on his wrists no more than a centimeter but with the slightly greater diameter bit into the flesh of his forearms. His legs unchanged, the restraints only rubbed against his pale ankles with his continued attempts to move. Still the confused pimp had fallen silent since the 'report' had started. The ANBU had demonstrated that they planned to cover-up the young man's trespass, no matter. He had enough liquid asset to build three more in its place he concluded as he momentarily forgot about the mention of an injury.

"It appears for strike 2 I can work with your left arm a bit. Any further reports?"

The ANBU planned out loud. "What!" His voice cracked as he attempted to pull his arm closer to his body's core. "You will never get away with that!" He reasoned, but the tone of his voice indicated another sentiment besides disbelief. The report seemed to continue, undeterred by his outburst and Saburou fell silent.

• "Further reports indicate that the gang who targeted the establishment were after lord Saburou."

"Dangerous area for someone of such lineage. Continue."

• "ANBU and military personnel were dispatched to handle the situation but upon arriving on the scene found a bloody mess. Lord Saburou attempted to make his own escape, killing two abductors but was unable to make it past the remaining gang. The gang's intentions were not ransom for capture but to remove the secret of the Haku Bloodline for business use. They were a notorious group who have been hunting those with bloodline abilities, our sources believe they are just a front line group for a darker organization."

They were going to kill other people to make this story fit? That seemed ridiculous and fantastical, even for a society as corrupt as Sunagakure. After-all, he was 'just a flesh-peddler.'

"My, that is awful... so by the time we got on the scene what all had happened to the body of the abducted man?"

The Haku's eyes widened as he heard the mask man inquire about his 'fate.'

• "Medical personal noted the following; damage to all fingernails, heavily damaged or removed due to struggle. The group was in the process of dissecting the body for their own bloodline research and transportation; all limbs had been removed along with head, and there was an incision from the base of the throat down to the genitals were organ harvesting had begun. Head had a gash down the right cheek."

A gloved hand would run down the length of Saburou's cheek and an accompanying chill would run down his spine. He would try to shy away from his touch but was unable. The Haku was starting to shake and sweat as the disembodied voice continued on in such a matter-of-fact manner. His breaths would noticeably hasten and his pulse rate would increase. There would also be a notable dilatation of his pupils. The restraint around Saburou's chest would groan as his respirations started to somewhat heave. He was starting to panic although he was attempting to hide this fact but he was doing a poor job of this. Far from brave and untested in battle, he lacked the mettle to endure much more than minor discomfort.

• "Cause of death was a stab wound to the chest just below the heart which punctured the lung and caused blood to fill the lungs. Additional damage to the body include; bruising and lacerations covering most limbs, broken left wrist, broken ribs, both ankles broken, and heavy swelling to the genitals and signs that the left testicle had ruptured from the blow."

He actually felt a twinge of psychosomatic pain when the additional injuries were listed. "You will never get away with it," Saburou declared, his voice was one part disbelief, two parts abject terror.

"What is the village's response?"

The masked man calmly catechized.

• "Later today, at 0900 hours a report will be release from the council office, with councilmen Yoshiwara announcing the events detailed previously and publicly acknowledging that the village had kept quiet about the hunting of those with bloodlines to not cause a panic, but this was an error and now a great member of Wind Country has suffered at the hands of this group. He will then demand for swift action from the village's military might to punish those responsible and bring justice to the cherished Haku's clan. 2 days from now the Haku clan will be notified by and official letter from councilmen Yoshiwara that he will accompany the raiding forces on the siege of the location believed to be the headquarters for those who orchestrated the capture of lord Saburou. Within the raiding efforts Yoshiwara will be killed, ANBU will be lost, but ultimately the ANBU forces will complete eradicate all those present. 3 days from now Kazekage Takahashi Sousuke will announce retribution served but that a stronger effort will be needed to quell the criminal element in the Grand Palais. A memorial of Saburou will be constructed by the Kazekage himself in the location of the destroyed bar and a village penance will be sent to the Haku clan along with guards to protect them. Information from the raid will indicate that there is a high black market demand for Haku's dead or alive and the village will use their troops presence on the scene to protect the family for the time being as on going investigations occur."

"Thank you. With the report being released at 0900 today, we have only a few hours to make this a reality."

"Stop," the Haku's voice seemed to beg. "You're insane. I am just a bath house owner," he tried to reason. "You're talking about having your own men killed on my account," he continued but even he did not believe his own attempt to instill logic into this madman.

Bargaining

"I-I can get you a girl. A pretty little foreign thing... Or a beautiful young man if that is more your flavor," the sleazy businessman offered showing his true colors. He was not a brave man, but he was a man of fortune and power afforded to him via means of his family name and connections as well as the wealth he had garnered through the years. Wealth was not always monetary, he was a man who dealt in people. "A big guy like you would like that wouldn't you, something pretty to come home to. Something to keep your cold bed warm."

The ANBU had started to move and a wave of hope and trepidation came over Saburou. Even with the Haku's gaze, he wondered and he hoped that he got the masked man's attention. He looked back at those red eyes that seemed to burn into him. Please take the deal... his mind begged.

"The report listed will be your fate, Prisoner. If you refuse to cooperate, this destiny will come to pass and I will get to have my way with this smooth, unblemished body. Your family will mourn the loss of a child, but not their only child. Not even their best child. One that didn't even really bring anything to the clan's business other than spending their money. You don't have to play the game, Prisoner, but I will say that you have no hope of a future passed what was just explained should you refuse. Just know; I am here to punish and the other masked individual present is here to save. It is your choice which of us you interact with."

I have to comment that this is the most eloquent statement I have seen in a very long time used in one of these scenes. I am honored and now feel I may have to put effort into some of my posts because you have outdone me.

He was referring to the other one, the one who seemed younger. That was intended to be his saving grace? Saburou swallowed hard.

"Were the limbs removed prior to death?"

The sadist queried.

• "No sir, aside from the head all other limbs show signs of being removed while lord Saburou was still alive."

"Hear that, Prisoner? We are going to have so much fun together... maybe you should just remain quiet? This will be the last time your body remains untouched when the lights turn red."

With that the esoteric devil departed and the blood-red shade that was cast over the room would fade away and return to fluorescent light, all less one in an envious shade that lingered flickering overhead. a green light. When the door slammed closed, a wave of nausea overtook the Haku as he gagged but nothing came out. His stomach was empty, it had been hours since his last meal. However, there was also a warm trickle of fluid that ran down his right leg that left a small yellow puddle on the floor near his feet. The smell of ammonia would not be the worst scent this room had experienced, in fact the musky foul odor that permeated this place was that of death, disease and rot so what was yet another scent.

The second larvate interrogator had remained quiet for this entire period. He could not see what the masked young man was doing as he circled the back of his chair. His fingers were getting bent and worn from scratching at the Takahashi-steel surface of the chair, one of his nails had in fact cracked partially during Tenken's report. It snapped the whole way through, his index fingernail near the base of the cuticle. Adrenaline gives most, Saburou not dis-included, a different tolerance for pain. In his anxiety and dread he did not notice his broken nail, not just yet. As he rounded, Saburou relaxed slightly and struggled to watch where the ANBU went when he was within his gaze. The pause between Tenken's auguries and the second masked individual's statements seemed to take a long time when in reality there was likely a less than a minute between them. Fear does that, it protracts time and even that can be magnified when one is made aware of a time constraint: nine o'clock he said.

"Now, I hope that was a good reminder of what situation you're in. So I'm going to ask again, the names in the book, who are they? What are they? Because you're better off talking to me or he'll come back out."

An appropriate threat. His chin quavered as he started to list names, most of them names of men and women nobody would recognize. Even he did not know what most of them did for a living. He listed first the ones whose vocations he knew followed by a number of others. The Merchant Lady not among them:

</COLOR></B>[col3]Shimohira Isoruko, married with three kids. He is a merchant.
Kotara Okiku, owns a bakery called Temptations
Taku Shumkichi , teenage heir with a trust fund.
Ozawa Umeko, a Chuunin-level Sunan Medic
Monomonoi Eisaku, a Jounin
Isobe Maemi, a banker
Shimizu Toyotomi, a jewler
Matsura Hoshie, a Smith
Masatake Haruguchi, crafter
Taguchi Nanami, bouncer at a few bars|Yasushi Tsucgimoto & Miyoko Mitsuwa, married couple that enjoy a little spice
Odaka Jotaro, ANBU I think
Councilman Saigo Yumiko
Councilman Yakashima
Main-house clansman Uchiha Ui
Main-house clansman Hyuuha Kiko
Mainhouse clansman Akimichi Kanagaki
Main house clansman Aburame Koyanagi
Main house clansman Yamanaka Kosaku
Main house clansman Sunaku Satoko|Bakin Ochiai
Kakinomoto Nami
Matabei Kumagae
Tomiko Nosaka
Watanabe Kazu
Kawagishi Saya
Steward Kazekage Takahashi Sousuke
Border Sennin Toraono Kuro
ANBU Sennin Mikaboshi[/col3]

Saburou rattled off a long list of names. Many of them had an associated vocation. Customers included everyday men and women as well as esteemed councilmen and clansmen. While patently untrue, he added a pair of names to the list that he knew were untrue but their status and isolationalistic nature made them easy targets. A name or two among them were actually lies, coupled with a single omission. At the end, after he gave the last few names he stopped. <COLOR color="maroon"><B>"I gave you what you wanted. Names," he announced somewhat breathless. The man might suffer a heart attack before Tenken has a chance to do anything. "All perverts and swine... it is what you wanted," he repeated as he weakly pulled again against what held him. Now, get me out of here before he gets in, please."

What Happened:

• Saburou is absolutely terrified.
• Saburou has peed himself.
• Very minor injuries that have been self-inflicted:
  • Left index fingernail has broken off and is bleeding lightly. Saburou cannot look down and is unaware of this.
  • The restraints at all site are digging into him, this will leave red marks and bruises that will last for a few days.
  • Saburou is no longer being held in perfect posture, he is slightly twisted but fully restrained. The consequence is a sore back/neck/shoulders from maintaining this prolonged pose.
• Saburou is answering Kagari's question.
• Saburou is begging Kagari to get him out of here.

 

[Raizo]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

[col]It seemed that his game had worked, that his judgement call on how to properly break a man like Saburou was correct. He patiently waited for the flesh peddler to finish off his list of names, some of them were quite shocking indeed. Then there was a set of three names that finished his list that did not sit well. The bulk of the names carried weight with them, which made sense for who his clientele should be. The names that jammed up his thought process were Sennin Kuro, Former Sennin Mikaboshi and Sousuke. The current and former Sennin could easily fit this list, their names were already on his mind so the logical jump would have been to consider this cased close and go about the day. It wouldn't have fully set well with him; while Kuro was still an open picture, the monstrous entity known as Mikaboshi did not seem like the kind who cared for the enjoyment of flesh, at least in the way this business offered. Sousuke, that was the name that caused the biggest red flag and did not allow him to consider this matter resolved.

"Damn, he almost won the game."

The absence of Mako's name was the next red flag to pop up, which would have taken a bit longer to determined as he would need to figure out if the lack of omission was stress related, intentional or an error on the original deciphering. However, the foolish use of Sousuke's name led him to believe it was that the names of the list were either partially inaccurate or entirely that, but for this game it had to be 100 percent or it was a strike.

The masked man would flip the switch, the light would turn red. It would be followed by the same five deafening squawks from before as the door would slowly open. The glowing eyes of the new ANBU Sennin would be peering into the room as his mechanical mask would exhale a smoke like substance, which was merely for dramatic purposes at this point in time. It was time to make a masterpiece.

The figure would slowly make its way to the now contorted figure of the one arrogant Saburou, and would stop a few inches way from seated prisoner. The 6'2" ANBU would peer down at the seated man, just another fun way to utilize simple things to convey an image.

"Prisoner...can you tell me what a lie is?"

The Sennin would not care what responses were given, part of the game was to make sure he took Tenken serious. While Saburou would attempt to justify his truthfulness, proven his validity or make reference that those names, while probably carefully dodging saying "every", were factual to some degree, it would not matter. Simply telling the truth did not mean lying was missed. He would then take the right index finger of the strapped in man's hand and hold it tightly, which if this was met with thrashing would probably do added injury to the digit, but not the injury that was intended.

"A lie can also be an omission of truth, or it could be something much more mischievous like sprinkling in facts with fabrications."

While Tenken's left hand firmly held the right finger of Saburou, he would withdraw a kunai with his right hand. He would then place the tip of the kunai into the fingernail and apply a light amount of pressure.

"I will show you what truthfulness looks like; can I please get a summary of the damage sustained to the fingers of the body again?"

The speaker would once more pop on as a voice returned.

"Yes, sir. The report states that all of his fingers have sustained damage from struggle and/or fighting. Some were ripped off while others were just damaged. No actual count is listed."

"Thank you..."

With that he would begin to wiggle the kunai around with added pressure, popping the nail off of the finger after some prying. He would continue this in his own silence, surely being met with noise from Saburou. The pattern would be as such following the right index finger; right ring figure, right thumb, left thumb, left middle finger and left pinky. Saburou had saved him some trouble and ripped off his own left index fingernail. Then, while still remaining silent, he flip the kunai over and take one of the still fingernailed digits and place it in his grasp, this time holding it much tighter causing the digit to turn dark red and slowly start to turn a purplish blue. He would then slam the handle with a very forceful might into the exposed finger as if attempting to hammer in a nail. He would repeat this process for the remaining fingernailed fingers before breaking his silence.

"Now the report is true in this regard; see, I am not a liar, Prisoner."

He would then put up the kunai.

"The report stated he killed two abductors, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

Tenken would then, without hesitation, send a simple jab into the right shoulder joint of Saburou. This punch would not be but a fraction of what he could do and would be quickly followed by another strike, this time into the left shoulder joint. While the strikes did not contain his full power, they did fire off and retract at his max speed. The next set of strikes following the previous two would connect with the lower abdomen of Saburou. He would take a balled fist and slam it into the left and then right locations of Saburou's kidneys. These would carry much more force behind the. This body work would probably require Saburou some time to catch his breath and regain some composure before he could actually talk, so Tenken would raise his right hand and widened it fully, exposing how of a space his hand could occupy, and send a single slap across the left side of Saburou's face. Before anything could be done or said, his hand would retract with the same amount of force, this time with the backhand connecting with the right side of Saburou's face. This process would repeat twice more.

"Prisoner, are you right or left handed?"

Before an answer could be given. he would send a fist, this time at his full strength, slamming down into the right hand of Saburou. The force of the hit and the sturdiness of the steel chair would be enough to break some bones within the hand, but Tenken decided to make sure of it as he would pummel the hand twice more in the same fashion. Still silent, Tenken would clasp his hands onto the shoulders of and begin to pull with his full strength in an attempt to reach his full wing span. This would probably cause the fine fabric to rip in half, and the ANBU would aggressively tug away at it until the item was completely stripped from the Haku. He would continue this for all clothing items of the Haku, forcibly removing them, until the man was either left completely naked or in his under garment. He would then send a forceful, along the lines of twenty percent of his full power, punch down into the genitals of Saburou. He would stand back for a moment, allowing Saburou to soak in the full amount of pain just dealt, before grabbing the jaw of the prisoner and holding his head firmly in place to allow the man to make eye contact with the now hunched over masked man. From inside his cloak with his free hand he would pull out the kunai once more, with the handle facing down once again.

"In the report, which testicle was listed as ruptured?"

"Left testicle, sir."

He would then rare the item upward, preparing to send it slamming down before stopping a foot away from the man's crotch.

"Prisoner, you've depreciated in value. If you wish to further depreciate, continue what you are doing. If you wish to maintain your current value, I would recommend doing something different."

Tenken, still holding the face of Saburou, would lean in closely to the ear of the restrained man.

"This was just a couple of minutes I got to spend with you... one more strike and we get to spend hours together...and I am going to learn about every inch of your body within those hours."

He would then pull away from the man and release his grip on his jaw and calmly make his way out of the door. Before the door would slam shut and lighting would return, Tenken could be heard talking outside of the room;

"Please have someone bring me a hand saw for the amputation process..."

The door would slam shut. The lights would return to normal, and the green flickering light would once more return.

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OOC: 1483 MFT
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[legend="[glow=blue][b][size=5]Tenken[/size][/b][/glow]"]

 

Rank ANBU Sennin
Epithet: Heavenly Punishment
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Blood Type: O NegativeANBU DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedWiPMood MusicWiPMISC X

[/legend]​

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[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

It looked like Tenken's words cracked Saburou, as he gave up a long list of names from the top of his head. They must have been people he was in contact frequently if he was able to admit them from memory, or he could be making some up. Although he should know that if he lies about names, the red light will flag and big bad Tenken will administer the punishment. The names he listed Kagari didn't know, they were merchants, clan members, shinobi. Hopefully, Tenken or the assistant on the loudspeaker was writing them down; they would probably be the ANBU's next route of investigation. 'Those people would probably end up here in a cell here like Saburou. I feel sorry for what's coming for the...' Kagari nodded at each name, although he didn't care about the meaning behind the names, it was up to Tenken really if what Saburou was saying was valuable intel. Two names caught Kagari's attention, Torano Kuro; a friend of his Master Miroku Akkuma and Sensei Byakko Kyuji. Steward Kazekage Takahashi Sousuke, who Kagari met when he was younger concerning cannibalistic creatures from the deep. 'That has to be a lie...There's no way.' Kagari behind the mask was alarmed; he was in disbelief that those two were in any way involved with a man like Saburou. 'He could be lying just to get out of here.'

"I gave you what you wanted. Names," Saburou said, out of breath from spitting out the long list of names. "All perverts and swine... it is what you wanted," He paused again, catching his breath. "Now, get me out of here before he gets in, please." He was begging Kagari to leave this place, although Kagari knew even if he could, he wouldn't. The man had to pay for what he had done to the Red Lights. As Kagari was about to speak, the red light signaled once again, with the loud blaring sounds of the alarm filled the room. 'Oh boy...' Kagari knew that Saburou was in trouble, whatever Saburou just said triggered the Skull faced ANBU member.

Teneken stepped out of the room and walked slowly to the seated Saburou, standing over him intimidatingly. Tenken proceeded to hurt Saburou physically, in painfully brutal ways.

Spoiler

While Tenken's left hand firmly held the right finger of Saburou, he would withdraw a kunai with his right hand. He would then place the tip of the kunai into the fingernail and apply a light amount of pressure.

"I will show you what truthfulness looks like; can I please get a summary of the damage sustained to the fingers of the body again?"

The speaker would once more pop on as a voice returned.

"Yes, sir. The report states that all of his fingers have sustained damage from struggle and/or fighting. Some were ripped off while others were just damaged. No actual count is listed."

"Thank you..."

With that he would begin to wiggle the kunai around with added pressure, popping the nail off of the finger after some prying. He would continue this in his own silence, surely being met with noise from Saburou. The pattern would be as such following the right index finger; right ring figure, right thumb, left thumb, left middle finger and left pinky. Saburou had saved him some trouble and ripped off his own left index fingernail. Then, while still remaining silent, he flip the kunai over and take one of the still fingernailed digits and place it in his grasp, this time holding it much tighter causing the digit to turn dark red and slowly start to turn a purplish blue. He would then slam the handle with a very forceful might into the exposed finger as if attempting to hammer in a nail. He would repeat this process for the remaining fingernailed fingers before breaking his silence.

"Now the report is true in this regard; see, I am not a liar, Prisoner."

He would then put up the kunai.

It was obvious that Tenken was displeased with Saburou's answers. Kagari just crossed his arms, cringing at the screams of agony coming from Saburou. The mask was guarding Kagari's pained face, even though he wasn't the one having his fingernail forcefully removed, it was hard to listen to.

Spoiler

"Prisoner, are you right or left handed?"

Before an answer could be given. he would send a fist, this time at his full strength, slamming down into the right hand of Saburou. The force of the hit and the sturdiness of the steel chair would be enough to break some bones within the hand, but Tenken decided to make sure of it as he would pummel the hand twice more in the same fashion. Still silent, Tenken would clasp his hands onto the shoulders of and begin to pull with his full strength in an attempt to reach his full wing span. This would probably cause the fine fabric to rip in half, and the ANBU would aggressively tug away at it until the item was completely stripped from the Haku. He would continue this for all clothing items of the Haku, forcibly removing them, until the man was either left completely naked or in his under garment. He would then send a forceful, along the lines of twenty percent of his full power, punch down into the genitals of Saburou. He would stand back for a moment, allowing Saburou to soak in the full amount of pain just dealt, before grabbing the jaw of the prisoner and holding his head firmly in place to allow the man to make eye contact with the now hunched over masked man. From inside his cloak with his free hand he would pull out the kunai once more, with the handle facing down once again.

At that point, Tenken was just humiliating Saburou. Kagari stayed silent. However, it was not his place to speak up. Even though the interrogation seemed, unnecessarily cruel, it was needed. This man sold live human beings, people who had homes and families. He deserved every punch and dignity stripped away from him. He was irredeemable and an expendable asset.

Spoiler

"In the report, which testicle was listed as ruptured?"

"Left testicle, sir."

He would then rare the item upward, preparing to send it slamming down before stopping a foot away from the man's crotch.

"Prisoner, you've depreciated in value. If you wish to further depreciate, continue what you are doing. If you wish to maintain your current value, I would recommend doing something different."

Tenken, still holding the face of Saburou, would lean in closely to the ear of the restrained man.

"This was just a couple of minutes I got to spend with you... one more strike and we get to spend hours together...and I am going to learn about every inch of your body within those hours."

He would then pull away from the man and release his grip on his jaw and calmly make his way out of the door. Before the door would slam shut and lighting would return, Tenken could be heard talking outside of the room;

"Please have someone bring me a hand saw for the amputation process..."

The door would slam shut. The lights would return to normal, and the green flickering light would once more return.

At that point, if Saburou weren't pissing himself, Kagari would have ben surprised. He turned away, facing the one-way mirror watching Saburou from the reflection. He didn't speak, letting the words of Tenken sink into Saburou's brain. Kagari waited until a minute, and a half had passed and then turned toward Saburou. He bent down, put his hand on Saburou's shoulder and shook him lightly to wake him up. He took in the sorry state of Saburou and started speaking to him in a very mellow tone.

"Saburou, I need to know everything about the black book. Not just names, but important details like logistics, dates, places. What you tell me now will save what you have left. If you tell me what you know right now, I will try to get you out of here. If you don't, well you know what will happen." Kagari pointed to the now green light, indicating Tenken's unrelenting fury. Although that last statement was a bluff, Kagari knew that he would be locked in here for good hopefully.


Notes:
OOC: Jesus, that hurt to read Roku. Hopefully the red light doesn't "chime" again.
1. WC: 661
2. MFT

 

[Sand Council]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

Haku Saburou
Flesh-Peddler, all-round dirt bag​

Saboru listed off the names he knew off the top of his head, omitting one and adding three. There were others of course, less frequent customers as well as regulars who never shared their real name so he only knew them by the monikers they had given him, Still he hoped he had enough to ward off their wrath or even better yet deter these curious men entirely. Even in the absence of the added names, the power of these men and in a few cases women weilded was frightening. There was a sick satisfaction in the pervert's mind when he did not immediately hear a response from the masked teen. He could feel his confidence steadily rise despite a lingering sense of uncertainity. Ever man, woman, child and beast has a sixth sense, that uncanny ability to know with a quiet certainty that something was wrong.
[col]Injuries:

• Severe abrasions to Saboru's anterior and lateral wrists bilaterally.
• Abrasions to Saboru's anterior and lateral ankles bilaterally.
• Bruising and mild abrasion medial forehead in a horizontal line across.
• Bruising approximately fifth intercostal space in a large lateral line that runs across the anterior chest.

|The eerie pulsating green light overhead that gave everything an alien-like glow also gave him a conditioned sense of ease. Yet that security faded away when the light turned blood red and the horn sounded that left the Haku temporarily deaf. The sound was abrupt and the color-change was jarring, but it was the Pavlovian loss of color that came with this change that would be of greatest note. He started to fight against his restraints with a renewed vigor. The unyielding and coarse leathers grated against his skin, leaving abrasions over his fragile ivory flesh. The heavy metal door slowly swung open but still hit the wall with a resounding bang revealing the fiendish masked captor. Saborou was silent and all that he could hear was his own bounding heart and hastened breath. Plumes of smoke seemingly propelled by an unseen force escaped from beneath the seams of the mask, an unnecessary theatric that reinforced the monstrous visage of the Sennin. Still there was a part, albeit a very small sliver that thought or rather hoped that the ANBU was all bluster and show. He was not. He closed his eyes as tight as he could, childishly hoping that if he did not see him that he would just go away. Still he could fell his approach, it was this aura of wrath and dread. When he opened his eyes all that he would see is a wall of linen robes.[/col]

"Prisoner...can you tell me what a lie is?"​

[col]Injuries:

• Dislocated right ring finger with minor accompanied swelling at the metocaropophalangeal joint.

|Tenken asked the flesh-peddler a rhetorical question."I-I-I did not lie... I answered the question!" Saborou protested, still having this delusion of fair=play. His leathers felt sick and buttery from the perspiration that devalued and damaged them, still possibly not the worst substance to assault these restraints. His fine, silken robes wrinkled, they clung to his slender, twisted carriage. He was drenched in sweat and he tried his best to not look afraid. He was too terrified to move now that the Sennin was so close that he could smell whatever soap the ANBU used and unfortunately for Roku he could smell the piss and sweat that made the air about him foul. He could not see it as the ANBU grabbed hold of his right index finger and the pimp attempted to recoil but could not move far. The cold metal of the chair grew warm with their united presence. Defiant, foolish or merely panicked he attempted to wiggle out from beneath and between the uncompromising forces. He could audibly hear and of course feel the *POP* His finger had dislocated and Saboru let out a yell. "Ah, my finger is dislocated." The yell would be nothing in comparison to the screams that would soon come.[/col]

"A lie can also be an omission of truth, or it could be something much more mischievous like sprinkling in facts with fabrications."​

Tenken continued, unfazed by the minor injury. Perhaps he did not notice, believe, care or he knew that such menial discomfort would be a pittance in comparison to what he was about to serve. He could feel the pointed tip of an unseen blade push beneath the free edge of his nail. "No... I mean YES sir," he attempted to start to back-peddle. The insistent pressure caused Saboru to whimper slightly as his body stiffened. He knew in his heart what was about to happen, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped down into a moist frown drawn upon the backdrop of a dimpled quivering chin. "No-no-no-no," he begged, his voice rising with each 'no'. "Please don't!"

"I will show you what truthfulness looks like; can I please get a summary of the damage sustained to the fingers of the body again?"

Saborou could hear the line open. He screamed at the disembodied voice before she had a chance to reiterate her report. "Help me please!" He yelled at the top of his octave. The speaker did not respond to the prisoner's desperate cries.

"Yes, sir. The report states that all of his fingers have sustained damage from struggle and/or fighting. Some were ripped off while others were just damaged. No actual count is listed."​

"Thank you..."​

[col]Injuries:

• Damage to the distal phalange right index.
• Nail of right index has broken off at the point of the matrix and root.

|So matter-of-fact, one could only wonder if the face behind the metallic mask was one of glee, hesitation, regret or mechanical disinterest. "No-no-no!" Saborou continued to chant his frantic unheard petition as an obviously dull blade shimmied along the underside of the nail plate. The knife did not cut but rather ripped through the connective tissue and the wiggling, prying movements of the kunai were mirrored in the screams of the flesh peddler. After a few moments and perhaps not entirely Roku's best effort as haste and efficiency were not likely a primary concern. The nail would finally dislodge and fall onto the ground, a small portion of the nail still embedded in his flesh.[/col]

[col]Injuries:

• Damage to the distal phalange right ring.
• Nail of right ring was ripped out, including root.
• Small hunk of flesh also taken from the distal right ring finger at the site of the matrix, the site is bleeding.

|Undeterred by the sounds Saboru was making, Tenken moved onto the right ring finger. Saboru tried to ball his hand into a fist. His already damaged finger unable to complete the tight seal excluded as the rest tried to take refuge buried into his palm. "I can tell you more names," he tried to bargain. The Sennin's grip was more powerful than that of a single phalange. He jammed the pointed tip into the nailbed and with a single, powerful motion the nail was torn from him completely, root and all. Blood started to drip from his finger, a small chunk of flesh was severed as well. Blood started to drip and from his small wound, painting the site oif his former nail red. He let out a guttural cry and tears welled in his eyes before the broken nail hit the floor.[/col]

[col]Injuries:

• Damage to the distal phalange right and left thumb.
• Nail of right and left thumbs are split in half, each half still martially hinged on the cuticle border.

|The Sennin would continue his work as methodically as any surgeon, only his victim did not have the benefit of anesthetic. The right thumb was stubborn, he would try to wrestle it free but the nail would eventually split in twain. "Please, I will do whatever you want," he sobbed. Tears ran down the sides of his face, leaving wavering twin lines of watered down mascara that marked the sides of his face and stained his expensive kimono. Of course what he said might be a lie, but at this moment he meant every word that he said. The thumbnail hung uselessly like a door poorly hung on a pair of broken hinges on both of his thumbs.[/col]

[col]Injuries:

• Damage to the distal phalange left middle and pinkie.
• Nail of left middle and pinkie ripped from the nail-bed, roots included.
• Hemorrhage at the sites of injury, blood loss is moderate from this site.

|"Oh God," Saboru choked as Roku's stance changed and he turned his attention to the pimp's other hand. "Hisamura Mako!" He screamed giving the Sennin yet another name, confirmation that Hisamura Mako the Leafed Emerald was somehow involved. The Merchant Lady's name had no sway it would seem. Like a cork the left middle and left pinkie nails were liberated from their former captivity. The raw, bleeding flesh left a small pool of blood on the floor. Saboru could not see what was done to his hands, only that there was a throbbing, searing pain. The persistent pain and the feeling as if something was taken off made the flesh-peddler wonder if his fingers had been amputated. In a way they were, the tops of most of his fingers resembled raw meat and quivered painfully.[/col]

[col]Injuries:

• Blunt force trauma noted right middle finger.
• Nail of right middle finger compounded into the flesh above the phalange, breaking the nail matrix.
• Bruising noted throughout the middle finger.

|There was a moment's pause as the masked menace changed his tactics. During this time Saboru hoped in vain that it was over and tried his best to compose himself. His bladder was empty and his throat was dry and scratchy from screaming. He bit his lower lip and tried to calm his breaths. It was ineffective or rather he did not have the time to rediscover a peace or equilibrium. Tenken roughly took possession of one of the pimp's remaining intact fingers with a constrictive grasp. It throbbed painfully and he felt his finger would burst like a piece of ripened fruit placed under undue pressure. with the butt of the dagger-like weapon the Sennin hammered this intact nail, his right middle deep into the engorged flesh. The pain vibrated through him, fresh and new his scream found a fresh crescendo. The finger immediately bruised and an ounce of blood squirted from his finger and shot several feet across the room.[/col]

[col]Injuries:

• Blunt force trauma noted right pinkie, left ring.
• Compound, close, cominuted, milk-carton fracture of right pinkie finger.
• Bruising noted throughout the right pinkie and left ring.
• Both right pinkie and left ring fingernails are comunited into the flesh

|More fragile than the rest, Tenken grabbed the smallest finger of the right hand. Bruised almost immediately by his grip, when he slammed down with the handle of the simple weapon the bone compounded onto itself like a milk-carton in how it fractured. He let out a shriek in cadence with the cruel blow. The remaining fingers hammered in a similar manner. Saboru had reached the point where his cries no longer matched the pain he was being inflicted with, he was gasping for air. It was hard to breathe when you were screaming, his face was red and his jugulars were engorged.[/col]

"Now the report is true in this regard; see, I am not a liar, Prisoner."

The sadist announced. Saboru could not calm himself, he was not even cognizant of the fact that he was trying. Every digit raw, he was left air-hungry and his voice box had been worn-out. His voice and his screams barely more than raspy whispers.

"The report stated he killed two abductors, correct?"​

"Yes, sir."​

[col]Injuries:

• Eccymosis to left and right anterior shoulder at the site of the acromion process.
• Dislocated left shoulder.
• Diffuse areas of eccymosis over Saboru's abdomen and bilateral flanks. There is evidence of internal bleeding.

|The Haku was not used to taking this form of abuse or any for that matter. Protected by his name, honored lineage and wealth he had barely suffered more than a hangnail (at rather rare intervals) in all of his days. He closed his eyes, his lungs still hungered insatiably for air. Suddenly he felt a jab to his right and then his left shoulder. The pain nothing in comparison to what his delicate hands had suffered. But the ANBU would note that the man was of slim frame, his knuckles would poke between the tendons and ligaments of acromion process, only the left would be dislodged. The body of the bruised and pained prisoner would rattle and he would let out a groan with each blow but he would not feel the pain of the dislocation until he had the liberty to use his limbs of his own accord. Saboru's eyes would open, he would grunt helplessly with the first of the pair of blows to his lower abdomen but upon the second he would retch and whatever bile, acid and content in his stomach would fall out with an explosive force. The emesis might land on the Sennin but not all of it if any, the rest would soak into the already saturated with sweat and piss garments that clung to the victim of this tale. He would gag again from the bitter taste. The Sennin continued his assault - perhaps this was a personal vendetta he had against the unfortunate suspect or he served as a proxy for the vigilante turned Sennin's frustrations or perhaps he was just a madman who enjoyed inflicting pain on others. His flanks struck, both of them.[/col]

[col]Injuries:

• Split lip.
• Bruised right jaw, mandible is cracked.
• 2 broken molars

|Breathless and without the strength to cough or even cry out, Tenken's hand would crack across his face. A welt in the shape of his palm that delineated each of the Sennin's fingers. Both the Sennin and the Haku would feel the sting. This would be followed by the back of his hand across the other side of his face. There would be a mark on his jaw, it would start as red but within a few moments it would turn a faint purple. There was a crack that was audible to both, one that suggested a fractured jaw. The ability to rotate one's head with the impact is what often saved most from this injury. The strap about Saboru's head held fast and prevented his head from rotating. This would happen again, the slap not hitting exactly the same space so the fresh red welt would lay over the fading and slightly "off" layer of the previous. The backhand would grind against his teeth and split his lip upon the second backhand. All that would be heard with the first, second and third blow was an Uffff accompanied by a faint whistling wheeze. Perhaps it was fortunate or perhaps it was a cruel joke that Saboru's neck did not fracture from the traction and the force. Still Saboru's jaw hung, connected by only flesh. A pair of molars also broken and swallowed or otherwise lost.[/col]

"Prisoner, are you right or left handed?"​

[col]Information:

• Bruised and badly mangled right hand.
• Multiple fractures, the bones near powderized trapezoid, trapezium, scaphoid, lunate and capitate bones right hand.

|He did not answer, not that he was given enough time and not that he even could if he wanted to. He was right-handed if one wanted to know. A nonsensical sound emanated from his gullet down onto his right hand. The reckless was ridiculously powerful, something he might perhaps have forgotten. The first was enough to break several of the carpals in Saboru's hand. Still without giving pause he slammed down again... not once more but twice. A sound, more animal than human came from him with the repetitive blows.[/col]

Still silent, Tenken would clasp his hands onto the shoulders of and begin to pull with his full strength in an attempt to reach his full wing span. This would probably cause the fine fabric to rip in half, and the ANBU would aggressively tug away at it until the item was completely stripped from the Haku. He would continue this for all clothing items of the Haku, forcibly removing them, until the man was either left completely naked or in his under garment. <---- And this is why Roku is still single ladies.
[col]Injuries:

• Bruised genitles.

|Perhaps in a rage or a fugue state state, the ANBU grabbed the neck of the kimono and pulled with his considerable strength in both directions. The piss, sweat, vomit and blood soaked, ruined garment would rip in half, exposing the broken man and the Sennin's masterpiece. His shoulders, both of them bruised, one of his shoulders malformed from the dislocation. His lower abdomen dark, bruised and rigid. He would not see the retro-peritoneal bruising, not that he would understand likely what he saw in either case. His hands were mangled, bloodied and broken. The leather strap strained from the forcible removal of his clothes, the strap had moved an inch higher exposing the deep red abrasions that ran across his chest. Previously, beneath the disfigurement and the bruising, the man had a feminine figure but was most assuredly a man. Not a well-endowed one, but a man none-the-less. His hygiene was remarkable, something most men should take lesson of but it would do him no good here. Still the stale, foul air of the interrogation chamber felt cold against his glistening, bare, milky flesh.A blow would hit his genitles squarely, making whatever use he had for them moot for some time. Saboru only had the power to let out a low groan.[/col]

Between the Sennin's fingers he would feel the displaced and sagging jaw that he felt in his hand, his still restrained head was held doubly in place as the Sennin's red eyes stared into the broken man. From inside Tenken's cloak with he would pull out the kunai once more, with the handle facing down once again.

"In the report, which testicle was listed as ruptured?"

"Left testicle, sir."​

Saboru's eyes widened in terror for the pain he knew he could not avoid. The pain he could not beg to be saved from. The pain that even if he could beseech the mercy of the ANBU to avoid, he knew that his path was already chosen. He helplessly watched as the weapon was raised upward and then shot down with what he assumed was the full sum of the monster's force. He scrunched his eyes closed, resigned to his fate perhaps expecting a wave of pain he could not imagine but felt nothing. He waited a moment longer in silent anticipation before he opened his eyes. He could not look down and see if he had anything left down below, was it simply cleanly severed? There was a panic from that last thread of masculine pride left within him that was also nearly shattered.

"Prisoner, you've depreciated in value. If you wish to further depreciate, continue what you are doing. If you wish to maintain your current value, I would recommend doing something different."​

The ANBU would lean over to his ear and whisper his plan. The voice did not seem human, especially in this close a proximity.

"This was just a couple of minutes I got to spend with you... one more strike and we get to spend hours together...and I am going to learn about every inch of your body within those hours."​

He would rather die.

Yes, he would.

There were few things more terrifying than death but one of them was the protracted pains he was presently enduring. His right hand was crippled and would be useless, likely for the rest of his days barely better than a meaty club. All of his fingers broken, his dexterity likely lost as well. Still, these were only concerns of function and future capacity and utility. The fact of the matter was, he took several full-force blows as an untrained civilian from a man whose fist could crush most shinobis. He had every reason to be dead and he soon would be if he wanted to or not. The dark deep purple along the base of his gut and to his flanks was from internal bleeding, if one was to touch his abdomen they would know that it was rigid.The pain in his jaw returned when Tenken relinquished his grasp. It was a dull, continual ache that worked in concert with the rest of his body - an orchestra of suffering.

"Please have someone bring me a hand saw for the amputation process..."

The door slammed shut and the green flickering light would once more return.

He just breathed and hurt. Hurt and breathed. Cold and bare, exposed and ashamed. He was dead or soon to be and he knew it, his only hope was for a swifter end than the one Tenken offered.

"Saburou, I need to know everything about the black book. Not just names, but important details like logistics, dates, places. What you tell me now will save what you have left. If you tell me what you know right now, I will try to get you out of here. If you don't, well you know what will happen."

"...Kill ...me ...please," a tiny, whisper of a voice requested. He was not looking for freedom or service, not any longer. He was not a trained shinobi, his injuries had surpassed his feeble limits. A single strike with the full extent to Roku's power would be enough to kill most civilians and he had suffered several. He tried to swallow but his throat had gone dry. "I cannot do this," he admitted. There was also the fact that he did not know dates, of course there was places -- his establishments (all known). Perhaps Kagari should take out the book to jog the flesh peddler's memory before Tenken gets bored.

 

[Raizo]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

[col]From the other side of the mirror, Tenken would begin to place his hands into a series of handseals as a shadow servant once more rose from a pool of darkness next to him. His finger would tap the side of his headset, setting off a more direct line to his command center without going over a loud speaker. Meanwhile, the servant would slinky down the hallway.

"Was I too excessive? I hate liars..."

"Yes, sir."

"Hmm, I will deal with your snark later. Begin Operation White Knight. It is time to rebuild from this broken clay. Also, give him a name. Make it good."

The shadow servant was now at the door with several items in tow as it awaited. Suddenly the door would open once more but there would be no alarm sounding or red lights, everything would stay as it were currently, aside from the shadow beast making its way into the room. Over the speaker the voice would once more return.

"Shujinko, sir. Here are the items you requested."

The shadow servant would present the masked Kagari the following items; a flask of water with a tin cup attached to it by a clip, several large blankets, a health pill and a note that had "READ TO YOURSELF" written on it with the following contents;

Your role is to now prove there is hlight at the end of this tunnel while still pressing to complete the objective. Use these supplies to comfort the prisoner, give them the appearance that this recent treatment does not have to be what happens as long as you and them continue to talk. If prisoner becomes despondent or gives up hope, be aggressive with your consoling. You next work will either make or break the foundation built.</SIZE>

Once Kagari had taken the items, the shadow servant would disappear.

"Shujinko? Protagonist, geez... you are lame at this."

"Thank you, sir."

Truly no fun. I will need to work on building a little more personality within these ranks with all the fuddy-duddy's Mikaboshi left in the cupboard.

Tenken would then begin his waiting game to see if the participant's condition would change with the new round of treatment, and if it didn't, what he would need to do next to resolve this matter.



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Rank ANBU Sennin
Epithet: Heavenly Punishment
Height: 6'2"
Build: Lean and Muscular
Blood Type: O NegativeANBU DataStamina: 50,400
Chakra: 31,200
Power Level: 3600 [CL: 15]
Stamina: 600 / 600
Agility: 600 / 600
Ninjutsu: 600 / 600
Taijutsu: 600 / 600
Genjutsu: 600 / 600
Chakra Control: 600 / 600Fight DataWiPActionsWiPWeapon EquippedWiPMood MusicWiPMISC X

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[Toshiwakai Kagari]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

"...Kill ...me ...please," The once brash, vile and proud man said. Saburou was now broken; his body was physically beaten, and his mind couldn't take the punishment. For a man who was once sure of his release, now wanted a swift and quick end to his suffering. He was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness, sooner or later he wouldn't be responsive to any of Kagari's inquiries. Words alone wouldn't reach the man, and if he were given another strike, he would faint from fear of Tenken. "I cannot do this," He murmured. Maybe he couldn't remember everything from the book? Or was his mind failing him due to the pain and stress of the situation? 'I'm not going to get anything out of him at this rate. Should I change my questions?' Kagari was trying to think of how to get Saburou to speak again, but it would be difficult as the man looked out of breath. It seemed as if Saburou had been walking for hours through the barren desert around Suna for hours.

The door to the observation room opened again, this time, there was no alarm and no red lights flashing. A voice came over the loud speaker, "Shujinko, sir. Here are the items you requested." 'Shujinko? Is he referring to me?' The shadow servant Kagari saw earlier carrying Saburou into the prison presented him with a few items. A thermos with a liquid inside, which was probably water. A few blankets for Saburou to cover himself, a health pill and a note that had "READ TO YOURSELF" on it. Kagari placed the items on a nearby table and read the words.

Your role is to now prove there is light at the end of this tunnel while still pressing to complete the objective. Use these supplies to comfort the prisoner, give them the appearance that this recent treatment does not have to be what happens as long as you and them continue to talk. If prisoner becomes despondent or gives up hope, be aggressive with your consoling. Your next work will either make or break the foundation built.

Kagari placed the note inside one of his coat pockets, along with taking out a small notebook and a pencil that he used to take notes on. 'I can't give him all the items at once. But the way you teach a dog new tricks...' Kagari understood what he had to do next and got to work. He took a nearby chair in the room and placed it a few feet in front of Saburou. Kagari then took the items, one by one setting them down out of Saburou's reach. Once all the objects were placed, Kagari sat down with the notebook and pencil in hand.

"I asked for these items. They're here to make your stay here....easier than it has to be. These things won't take away the pain, but it's better than nothing." Kagari paused, to see if Saburou was listening. "I have here a water thermos, a few blankets, and a pain killer." He took the items and displayed them one by one in front of Saburou, but didn't hand it to him.

"However, I won't give these items for free. I need something in return."

"I want the truth, so each time you give me information that I can use, I will give you one of these items. Do you understand?" Kagari waited for Saburou's response. It was a little mini game break from the three strike system that Saburou was in earlier; hopefully, now he'll cooperate.

"You're able to name names. Tell me where do you get the girls from? You had a wide variety of types of girls in your bath house, not just ones from Suna. Your operations would never be this successful unless you had a reliable supplier. Who are they?"


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[Sand Council]

Re: A Discussion [ANBU &amp; Kagari] with a Flesh Peddler [Missi

Haku Saburou
Flesh-Peddler, all-round dirt bag​

Here is the thing about a terrible beating, the pain is eventually forgotten. That sharp, searing pain happens only when damage is being inflicted, what follows is a dull, often throbbing ache that one adapts to after a short time. It hurt everywhere, that same dull ache, that throb where fingernails used to be on the end of slender, now twisted and mangled fingers. His bones were crushed in one hand, the unconscious shift in position would bring back an almost electrical pain that would shock his system once again. He was nauseated and the room seemed to move in waves. Dark purple splotches on his shoulders and abdomen seemed to deepen. He was not sitting up under his own power any longer, if it was not for the head and restraint he would have fallen over. Yet he was still cognizant, his body was not kind enough as to relieve him of his conscious suffering. He was scared, scared to die but even more terrified of the red light and the blare of the siren that would herald the Monster Sennin's return. He was going to die either way, it was something he was becoming more and more certain of. He had not been tied to this chair for long but in a matter of minutes he was stripped and beaten by an assailant whose blows would have garnered the results he had wanted by now if he had only asked what he wanted to know between each blow... each intervention. Did he even care about what he had to say? Truth or lie, he was a bad man who did bad things and there were people who paid him to provide these services to them. But in the end, who cares this much about a flesh-peddler? Did he whore off the masked madman's sister at some point, this being an act of retaliation? He did not have all the answers but it would seem that the teen had all the questions.

Through bleary eyes Saborou saw the door open, he expected the green light to shift to scarlet once again and that he would hear the squawk of a horn. His breath hastened but he did not move nor did he struggle, he was a man weak of body and spirit. Defeated, he capitulated to his fate. He closed his eyes, he did not want to see the bone saw and he waited to hear the motor rev. His breaths hastened until they were a wheeze, the crippled remains of his hands quivered as they tried to grasp the arm of the chair. He did not scream and he was too dry to cry, but his jaw was slack only on one side and the juxtaposition on his fractured mandible seemed to quiver painfully. He waited for something to happen, for a presence to loom over him and to hurt him again but nothing happened. Rather he heard an exchange.

"Shujinko, sir. Here are the items you requested."

He took another breath as he listened to 'Shujinko' move about the room. A chair that scraped across the floor and a metal door that again slammed closed. He would eventually open his eyes, perhaps there was an air in impatience regarding his demise or more likely he wanted to die by a faster means than the hours Tenken planned to spend with him. Some seemed to have these violent perversions, that was likely what made his role as an ANBU almost second-nature. He did not wonder if Tenken and by extension Shujinko enjoyed their line of work, he was certain that they did and why wouldn't they?

"I asked for these items. They're here to make your stay here....easier than it has to be. These things won't take away the pain, but it's better than nothing."

It took him a moment to get things into focus. A half-hearted groan would escape his gullet. More games. The idle witness now replaces the savage monster.

"I have here a water thermos, a few blankets, and a pain killer."

He announced as he waved the thermos, the blanket and the analgesic in front of the captive. He desperately desired respite from his suffering and his shame. Bruised, naked and suffering still, his contorted form shifted in the chair agonizingly, but despite his lack of words and the apparent torment on his face his eyes widened slightly and had a glint. To the studious and perceptive Genin, this would hopefully be enough of an indication that he possessed something that the dirt bag wanted.

"However, I won't give these items for free. I need something in return."

When a man has nothing left to lose, there is not much he is unwilling to barter. "What do you want?" He asked, his voice was raspy and weak and his words were mildly garbled on account that he could not move his jaw as he needed to.

"I want the truth, so each time you give me information that I can use, I will give you one of these items. Do you understand?"

"You're able to name names. Tell me where do you get the girls from? You had a wide variety of types of girls in your bath house, not just ones from Suna. Your operations would never be this successful unless you had a reliable supplier. Who are they?"

That was the thing, he was the supplier, not the other way around. He found the lovely unwanted and he gave them a home and a purpose. Certainly he realized that he was not some benevolent benefactor for these people but without him their fates would have been dire. He was an important part of the social ecosystem or so that is what he had always told himself. Every man, even one such as he sugar-coated what they did and what they were so that they could sleep at night. Did that make him a good man? No -- he was still just as arrogant and selfish as the next pimp. "They are the lovely unwanted, bought and sold," he replied mirroring his own thoughts. "Orphans conscripted. Beggars lured. Young widows of their own accord. Some sold to pay off their debtors - wives and children of addicts and gamblers." He listed their sources, or rather their reasons. Some had choice but many did not, bound by their duty to family or their need to survive. "...From the ports and the harbors, everyone knows me in Soons Haven." They were sent to him, but not by a supplier, rather his fame was a procurer and whoremonger attracted them to him. Many of the captains were in on this of course, their men would seek out these 'prizes' in taverns and the lowest parts of these shore villages and take their finds with them over the narrow passage of sea to Soons Harbor. Compensated as a middle man, most were more than happy to cooperate. The fact that they 'came' to him was likely not a good enough of an answer and his source was not truly and wholly the captains although they served their part at times they were his only consistent 'source.' With that a lie or if one would prefer the term 'exaggeration': "the captains of Soons Harbor get me the women." He would list off a few random names if asked, all of them actual captains and all of them men who had sources him in the past but perhaps their complicity was a bit too assured, it would have been a few instances for each at best but it would seem to them that any was a 'crime too great.'

OC: An easy one =O