D-47

[Michi]

Continued from HERE

She came through the floor, Kaza's instructions clear in her mind that it was her job to bring Hirotomi into the prison unseen. It was ironic that she was traveling below the ground in an already subterranean village, but she had no desire to contend with witnesses. Invisibility was an impossibility, even with her darkest song she would not be able to anticipate every prying eye or passing civilian and hold them in her illusion even if her song had a capacity without a limit it grew weaker exponentially with every mind she linked to her cull. Still, it was arduous and draining maintaining herself beneath the ground, it might have been her element and for that reason she felt a certain kinship, it was still no different than a man trying to traverse a sea of bodies.

Hirotomi had awakened during their journey, covered in dust the trip was far from clean. His fine white suit was smeared with dirt and clay, pebbles were knotted in his hair and he was straining against the taut ninja wire that united his ankles and his wrists. There was also a muffled protest, she could not make out the words and she was thankful for that. The world was so full of noise, it was hard to concentrate. She dropped the irate businessman onto the ground and he landed with a dull thud. She made no effort to ease his landing, she did not particularly care - he stabbed her and she was still sore over that. She was one to hold grudges, she had forever to ponder, contemplate and hate. There was no forgotten slight in her world which was no different from humanity one could suppose, their passions ran just as deep, only she never died so she never stopped.

Shiori, or rather Neophyte's bandages were soiled as well, they covered her entire form but there were small rips and tears throughout. She looked at her purple cloak and frowned from beneath the bandages, she liked that color. Now it was tattered and torn, much like the floral scarf she wore, she quietly pouted as she walked to the door of the room they had entered and pressed her ear against the postern. She waited until she could hear no one passing in the hall before she opened the door and looked at the designation of the space they had randomly entered. Sub-Basement D-47. She quietly noted this name and number as she closed the door behind her and slid the bolt in place. She was not sure for how long this 'unseen-state' would need to apply so she pressed her back against the door and slid to the floor. She was exhausted and her eyes burned, she let out a yawn but refused to fall asleep even though this unyielding door was making a fine pillow at this moment.

She pulled out her headset and set the dial to the last channel used by Kaza to contact her after a few moments of meditative contemplation. Into the receiver she said only one thing, "...sub-basement D-47, sir." She did not wait for a response, she simply turned off the headset and tucked it back into her pocket listlessly. If he had something to say, he knew how to broadcast over an idle line, after all he woke her from a perfectly good sleep doing so only hours earlier. She bit her lower lip to prevent herself from falling asleep while she waited, all the while a gagged Hirotomi muttered a muffled complain. "Hush," she scolded as she curled her legs up near her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees.

She looked around the room, the room must have been a storage room of some sort although she did not understand why they even had half of the devices found in here. Odd tables and chairs, various dentistry or maybe it was carpentry implements. She furrowed her brow upon contemplation as she wondered if she was even in the right building, did she inadvertently go to the Omni Prime Medical Center? No, that was impossible. She was too tired to be wrong, she could feel the draining presence of the Lord of the Wild Hunt, she was in the right place. Still, weird.

OC: Seeking Roku

 

[Sand Council]

Aburabuta Hirotomi</COLOR><COLOR color="green">
Entrepreneur Extraordinaire​

He awoke bound in darkness. The wires about his wrists dug into him, drops of blood stained the hem of his fine sleeve. He could not move, not that he knew why but earth surrounded them. Still beneath this mire and stone and the stale, moist scents they possessed, he also caught a whiff of something floral strangely enough. He also knew he was moving, he could feel the earth scrape past him and his body be shifted on someone's pointed shoulder. It was instinct pure and simple to call out but to find his mouth was already filled, he tried to push the cloth out with his tongue with no avail. Rather the attempt caused him to cough and gag. Time passed at a snail's pace for the businessman and his unseen captor, Aburabuta wracked his memory and tried to remember the last thing he saw before he fell asleep. It was a strange and intrusive woman, she had insisted on asking him questions about a recent bill his lawyer ensured was passed by greasing the right palms. The matter of the fact, she was close but still very far. Many of the items listed were farces, relics taken from stories and fables but there were several items that which were very much real and some of them came from only a few years in the past. While the plague and plague preserves remained illegal, there was one artifact, the progenitor of the plagues that was now very much a legal commodity.

When they emerged from the floor, he felt as if he was punched in the gut. The sapping power of the Obsidian was painful. Distressed and as if a thousand pounds were taken from his shoulders, Aburabuta bucked against his restraints, even he not realizing how violently he was attempting to free himself. He fell to the floor, the impact of the ground was sudden and jarring, it left him momentarily stunned. His hands were tied in front of him, but his biceps were bound to his sides. He pushed off the floor with his hands, craning his back before he rolled to his side in frustration. Unable to see or speak, all he knew was that he was abducted. He wondered if it was the Merchant Lords of Soons seeking reprisal; if it was the shinobis who truly caught wind of his dastardly deed in the making; or a former business associate, partner or rival that sought his end. The possibilities were numerous, he called out for help but a nonsensical sound would come from him instead. He would repeat this twice before he would hear a feminine voice make a call: subbasement D-47. He did not know anything about a sub basement but he recognized the voice as one of the last ones he had heard before he had awoken here.

He pulled at the wires, they cut into his wrists but he could feel one of the wires snap. A series of angry grunts left the sullied and disgraced, bound industrialist as he continued to try to break free without intervention from his captor it would seem.

"Hush," the kidnapper scolded. Undeterred, Hirotomi continued to attempt to break free.

 

[Michi]

She saw him try to break out, or rather she heard the sharp sound of a wire breaking. That got her attention. She was following her instructor's orders to the letter, he wanted him bound and in the Obsidian unseen. With a groan she pulled herself back onto her feet and calmly approached the mute and blind subject. He did not seem like much of a threat, even if he freed his hands from their restraints.

She stopped next to his face and crouched next to him, her hand twisted in his long dark hair before she pulled his head back roughly. Her knee planted on the small of his back, she craned his back into this uncomfortable pose. "Stop it," she demanded through clenched teeth. She waited for a sound, a grunt, an affirmation before she lifted her knee from his spine. Her weight now off of him, her hand was still twisted in his hair and she continued to pull him upright until he was on his knees. She looked down at his bindings, they had cut deeply into his wrists and they were bleeding. One of the two wires that she had twisted and tied into a knot had snapped.

"How troublesome," she griped as she ran her hands through a series of handseals to recast an earth jutsu known as Inner Earth Reflection Lure. She sunk into the floor next to Aburabuta, once fully buried she took one step forward and reached through the floor to pull Aburabuta into the earth with her. Well the sum of him, less his head. He would resemble a lone disembodied head resting in the middle of the floor. Once her task was complete, she would then climb out from the ground and again sit on the floor.

Just her and a head, nothing to see here folks.​

 

[Sand Council]

Aburabuta Hirotomi</COLOR><COLOR color="green">
Entrepreneur Extraordinaire​

He heard that discontented groan and while he could not see her rise he could hear the rattle and clink of the contents of her pockets and the rustle of her robes as she made her approach. Her feet padded across the floor and he sniffed the air as he sensed her closeness without knowing for certain. He felt her fingers run through his hair and he tried to move away but her fingers knotted themselves in his long still bound tresses. He let out a muffled grunt as the woman pulled his head back and her weight pressed painfully against his lumbar region.

"Stop it," an angered, insistent voice demanded. The businessman only let out a muffled complaint as he chewed at the rags that filled his mouth. The pressure was released from his lower back, it was a relief until the strain on his hair pulled him to his knees. Her hand guided his balance until it was relinquished. He strained again against the wire and he could hear it sing as it bit into his wrists painful. He grimaced although it was not necessarily apparent and he could hear her complain.

"How troublesome,"

Her hold relinquished, he teetered and bobbed but the wire broke and he shot his hand up to the strip of cloth that covered his eyes in time to watch the room slide away before him as he descended into the ground. His body frozen in place, less his head and his eyes he looked around the room and tried to the best of his ability to determine where he was. All he saw was a dusty floor that looked like it had not been swept in some time and refuse. Well, to these people it was very valuable junk surely. He saw the legs of tables and the sides of boxes. Was he in a storage closet? He strained his periphery to see as much as he could as quickly as possible before the woman returned. He seemed to be alone in the room although that would likely not last. She emerged from the earth, like some bandaged monster from a D rank movie, dirty and worn in a cheap cloak that shaded a bandaged visage. He let out a muffled complaint directed at her and strained against the earth and his remaining restraints.

 

[Michi]

Been waiting for Roku for 5 days, leaving topic for inactivity.

 

[Sand Council]

Ditto

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