"Can something exist without being perceived?"
A normal day, normal things, a normal watch . . . again, normalcy for the sake of being normal. The thing about working on "the ring" as some commonly called it, was that a normal day was a boring day. Boring meant safe, boring meant good, boring meant easy money. Though the ring wasn't exactly a hulking physical structure like the name might have implied, it was a very well placed , highly important perimeter around the official sphere of influence that was Kumogakure. Nothing got in and nothing got out without their knowing. From the tiniest squirrel to the largest caravan of refugees, nothing.
The thing about working on the ring though was that even with all of the watching, they were rarely allowed to react. They were to remain anonymous, they were to remain felt but not seen. They saw a threat and they sent word to Kumo in order for their faceless brothers and sisters to make the final call to stop the threats. Sometimes they got a treat and were told to stop a recently escaped nuke-nin, other times it was simply to make sure that "important diplomat so and so" made it home safe.
Today started out like any other for those at the mountain camp. To those looking in from the outside, it looked like a typical logger house at the base of a mountain. It was mid day and the sound of the saw mill was unmistakable. Anybody passing through would have just as likely assumed that it was a regular work day. Inside of the largest log cabin there was an entirely different scene to be had. Surrounded by a room full of fancy technology, one of the ten stationed there for the week was busy watching the communication lines and chatter between the various groups stationed on the ring.
Though many of the operations were many, many miles apart, they all kept in constant connection to each other. It was simply against the rules for even a single link in the ring to be broken even for a moment. Leaning back in his chair, the seasoned Chunnin called Mo sighed as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. Being the "Tech" on deck for the week meant that he'd drawn the short end of the stick and had to log all of their check-ins into the system. Yawning, he continued to rest his eyes, waiting for that familiar beep. When it didn't come, he shook his head and began to hum a tune . . . or at least he thought that he had. Not hearing himself, he cleared his throat and attempted to hum louder, but no sound emerged.
Opening an eye, he looked at his screen as a series of hurried emergency messages streamed down the page one after another. Something had tripped their outlying sensors. In the corner of the room he saw a red signal light repeatedly blinking but he didn't hear the usual accompanying sound. Moving to stand, he jumped from his seat and attempted to type a message to the other groups on the ring but suddenly the computer died as if someone had pulled the plug. Soon after the siren died as well, and then the eerie sound of silence washed over him like a wave. Something was wrong, he could barely even hear . . . his thoughts. Momentarily disoriented, he wondered if this was some sort of genjutsu attack, but from what he remembered about the alerts on the computer, the entire ring was experiencing an attack. What could cause such a disturbance? What could eliminate even the most minute of noises from a room?
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Loyalty was prized above all else. Protection was the only goal ever requested. Unfeeling and ultimately unloving, there was only the one goal. Anything and everything that got in its way was to be executed with extreme prejudice. There was no care or concern for collateral damage, no idea as to the why. There was only the mission. There was only the word of the King. Should it die, that's all that there ever would be. No pain, no discomfort, no regret or thought. There was only doing, there was only the moment. Forward, over, up, then down. To protect the throne was everything, to do the will of the King was everything, anything else was nothing. Whatever form that was necessary was what would be employed. The Queen wasn't far , just beyond that large mountain. No sight to blind and no sound to confuse. In the darkness there would only be the light of completing the mission. They were the brightest future. The song was sung, a frenzy would soon ensue. Run, run, run!
OOC: See here for Side Event details.
- You are considered to be a part of a "Ring" operation group stationed at a logging site at the base of a mountain. There are civilian loggers sprinkled throughout the operation.
- The "thing" that goes through the camp has purposefully not been given a form or true description. What you see, what you experience and what you do will be up to each of you individually.
- Again, this last sixty seconds and for sixty seconds, all electrical equipment is down and no sounds can be heard.
- It is mid day.
- There will be minimal interaction from myself. This is almost a one off sort of thing but you all can interact with each other, just remember . . . no sound and no electrical equipment.
A normal day, normal things, a normal watch . . . again, normalcy for the sake of being normal. The thing about working on "the ring" as some commonly called it, was that a normal day was a boring day. Boring meant safe, boring meant good, boring meant easy money. Though the ring wasn't exactly a hulking physical structure like the name might have implied, it was a very well placed , highly important perimeter around the official sphere of influence that was Kumogakure. Nothing got in and nothing got out without their knowing. From the tiniest squirrel to the largest caravan of refugees, nothing.
The thing about working on the ring though was that even with all of the watching, they were rarely allowed to react. They were to remain anonymous, they were to remain felt but not seen. They saw a threat and they sent word to Kumo in order for their faceless brothers and sisters to make the final call to stop the threats. Sometimes they got a treat and were told to stop a recently escaped nuke-nin, other times it was simply to make sure that "important diplomat so and so" made it home safe.
Today started out like any other for those at the mountain camp. To those looking in from the outside, it looked like a typical logger house at the base of a mountain. It was mid day and the sound of the saw mill was unmistakable. Anybody passing through would have just as likely assumed that it was a regular work day. Inside of the largest log cabin there was an entirely different scene to be had. Surrounded by a room full of fancy technology, one of the ten stationed there for the week was busy watching the communication lines and chatter between the various groups stationed on the ring.
Though many of the operations were many, many miles apart, they all kept in constant connection to each other. It was simply against the rules for even a single link in the ring to be broken even for a moment. Leaning back in his chair, the seasoned Chunnin called Mo sighed as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. Being the "Tech" on deck for the week meant that he'd drawn the short end of the stick and had to log all of their check-ins into the system. Yawning, he continued to rest his eyes, waiting for that familiar beep. When it didn't come, he shook his head and began to hum a tune . . . or at least he thought that he had. Not hearing himself, he cleared his throat and attempted to hum louder, but no sound emerged.
Opening an eye, he looked at his screen as a series of hurried emergency messages streamed down the page one after another. Something had tripped their outlying sensors. In the corner of the room he saw a red signal light repeatedly blinking but he didn't hear the usual accompanying sound. Moving to stand, he jumped from his seat and attempted to type a message to the other groups on the ring but suddenly the computer died as if someone had pulled the plug. Soon after the siren died as well, and then the eerie sound of silence washed over him like a wave. Something was wrong, he could barely even hear . . . his thoughts. Momentarily disoriented, he wondered if this was some sort of genjutsu attack, but from what he remembered about the alerts on the computer, the entire ring was experiencing an attack. What could cause such a disturbance? What could eliminate even the most minute of noises from a room?
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Loyalty was prized above all else. Protection was the only goal ever requested. Unfeeling and ultimately unloving, there was only the one goal. Anything and everything that got in its way was to be executed with extreme prejudice. There was no care or concern for collateral damage, no idea as to the why. There was only the mission. There was only the word of the King. Should it die, that's all that there ever would be. No pain, no discomfort, no regret or thought. There was only doing, there was only the moment. Forward, over, up, then down. To protect the throne was everything, to do the will of the King was everything, anything else was nothing. Whatever form that was necessary was what would be employed. The Queen wasn't far , just beyond that large mountain. No sight to blind and no sound to confuse. In the darkness there would only be the light of completing the mission. They were the brightest future. The song was sung, a frenzy would soon ensue. Run, run, run!
OOC: See here for Side Event details.
- You are considered to be a part of a "Ring" operation group stationed at a logging site at the base of a mountain. There are civilian loggers sprinkled throughout the operation.
- The "thing" that goes through the camp has purposefully not been given a form or true description. What you see, what you experience and what you do will be up to each of you individually.
- Again, this last sixty seconds and for sixty seconds, all electrical equipment is down and no sounds can be heard.
- It is mid day.
- There will be minimal interaction from myself. This is almost a one off sort of thing but you all can interact with each other, just remember . . . no sound and no electrical equipment.