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[Miroku Akkuma]

Kaza dragged 'Akashi behind him at high speeds stopping at the loudest and brightest club looking back into his pocket he'd withdraw a money pouch inside were atleast a dozen fine gems. Depending on how gracious his Lord had been this time "Drinks are on me!" smiling the teen dragged him into the bustling club. Taking a seat at one of the free booths he'd wait for a waitress, meanwhile he reached up his sleeve retrieving a small vial. Uncorking it he downed the contents "My lord always allows drinks before meeting with potential allies. 'A bit of sake keeps the mind going and lets the truth out.'." he'd say with a chuckle his tone obvious he was quoting his Lord.

The young diplomats cheeks were already flushed red and he'd already taken on a different look one more serious. Those eyes stared piercingly at 'Akashi' "Did you know I'd bet my Lord has something big planned, since Mist fell he's spent this whole time keeping us safe and finding us a home. Now we have one in Sunagakure..." he'd say with a wide grin before speaking once more "We went to Kumo, Suna, Iwa, Suna and now I've come to Kumo. I never thought I'd get to see so much of the world, though I guess we didn't have much of a choice. After Mist.." he went quite he'd been so young when it happened, it was all so quick.

A waitress appeared and as she asked what they'd like he emptied the pouch counting fifteen extravagant gems fall onto his hand. "I want every type of drink you have and bring us food." his use of the word food meant to imply he wanted to try the lot. Placing the gems all but two into her hand he looked back at Akashi that warm friendly face looked as if it were now ready for negotiations. Imbuing chakra into the gems he placed them in front of the shinobi "Should you ever encounter my Lord give him these. He'll know you got them from me, he'll know you kept watch over one of his kin." he said in a serious tone, as bottles of liquor began to be placed before him he cheered.

"To Kumogakure and New friends!" as the waitress poured their drinks he waited for her to leave. Taking a big gulp of the drink he looked back at Akashi this time it would seem as if a much wiser man were looking through the youths eyes. "There is much going on among the villages from what I've seen..in these times few men have the friends and political power as my Lord. He met with Hayate Shin multiple times, there are even people in Iwa. Then there's Sunagakure all up he's got a global reach like I've rarely seen." clearly the young emissary had great admiration for his Lord. Taking another sip he leaned back, now he could relax. The teenagers body language showed he was very comfortable, after all he didn't have to worry about anything he had an escort.

Stretching he yawned and Akashi would see the Curse Seal upon Kaza's tongue. If he caught Akashi starring he would say "Every member of our clan possesses at least one curse seal its our tradition. Lord Miroku Akkuma...he started the clan when he was thirteen, he fought for us all. Not only is he part demon, but he can summon the dead, control massive bears & demons. Oh and open up these...I guess you'd call them portals that allow demons to enter the realm." he'd say with a large grin before remembering Kumo had a bad history with demons. Slapping his hand to his forehead he apologized "I'm sorry I should have also mentioned no one has probably slain more demons than him, I believe he even killed a few here with your fellow shinobi..." pausing he realized he'd probably been ranting.

"Sorry its just been awhile since I've had the chance to talk without it being someone's message. So what are your goals Akashi? he asked one of the best ways to establish bonds was communication establish that connection. Plus he liked hearing what people had to say everyone he'd met had such varied ideals and goals. Each following their own path much like he was, after all not everyone his age could say they discussed political matters with Kage's.
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[Ketsueki Satou]

Bitter taste of the cigarette smoke wafting past his lips as his soft footsteps tapped across the tiles. Stopping atop a roof near one of his favorite hunting spots. Satou stepped off the roof to hit ground with a slow decent, as if weightless he bounded in calm stride to the door of loud lights and music.

It felt like seconds that Satou, clad in fine dark clothing walking into the flashing room of lights and chest pounding beats in a slow sway that cooed him to the dance floor to find a warm body to take somewhere secluded. His throat tightened as his deep ember glowing eyes looked behind black shades at all the youthful faces talking,dancing and socializing about. The stir of smells and sounds embedded into him.

He had to take a seat, a booth perhaps. Somewhere in the dark of it all to listen and absorb the room in and wait for something appealing to come forward. A small grin played on his lips, removing his glasses he waved a female waiter over. "Love, give me something strong please. I don't wanna remember tonight." She smiled and nodded, only taking a few minutes to come back with a bottle of local brew liquor and a glass to pour. Handing the girl the money, he took her hand, giving it a kiss. She blushed deeply, how he loved seeing that rush of blood to her cheeks. Letting her go he tended to his drink, pouring the heavy alcohol into the fine glass. Taking a few sips as he scanned across the room with his unnatural eyes.

Sipping the liquid back, letting it burn down his throat, taking the edge away. Making the demons voice but a whisper in the back of his mind. 'Feed me.' it breathed its voice into his mind and he could only feel his throat tighten. "No, not tonight. I need to wait."

He leaned back, letting the music take him. His eyes only closed partially. The soft ebb and flow was nice. He could feel his aura stretch out. Invisible hands touching through the crowd. The demon wanted him in there, grabbing a body and sinking his teeth into soft flesh. Images flashed through his mind, his hand steadily brings his drink to his parched lips.

Opening his eyes he could only see deformity, everyone looked hideous and grotesque. mutilated or twisted. all morphed with the sickening mind of the demon inside of him. His gut turned a bit but he was somewhat used to the shocking images thrown at him. A few more blinks and the horrors melted away from the lights and the music slowly pulled him back. Another drink.

 

[Kouin]

With no chance of refusal or acceptance, Kouin, or as he was so aptly named to Kaza, Akashi; had been dragged to the loudest club in the Susukino District, which normally wouldn't be an issue, but he was clearly on duty beforehand, and this course of action was unfit for someone in his position, but a voice echoed in the back of his head, What's the harm? He is from Kirigakure like you. This singular thought continued to resonate deeply in the crevice of his own mind, and he had soon forgotten any potential repercussions of his misdoing; after all, it's not like he was the only one posted at the gates, someone would take up his post. They would simply chalk it up to him having urgent business to take care of.

He watched carefully as Kaza consumed a small vial, which he would shortly find out to be sake, not really his cup of tea, but c'est la vie. The conversation took a turn which piqued his interest; the waitress dropped his usual glass of scotch in front of him, the servers in the bar would rather have the so called "murderer" partially sedated than full control, but it had little effect on him. He twirled the glass around contemplatively, You know.... I'm originally from Kirigakure. He stared vacantly at the light fixture above him, I was an Anbu, so I wasn't always in plain view; though I fled shortly before the village iced over. It was almost as if I saw it happen before it even happened. He let out a flustered sigh, Kouin never enjoyed speaking of his home, it was quite the sore subject for him. So I ran from the village in it's greatest time of need, but completely unable to help it in anyway. T'is the way life goes I suppose. He put the glass to his lips and let the clear liquor pour down his throat. Now I just live my days as a humble Jounin here in Kumogakure. Life is much more simple not having to worry about why my target isn't where the intel said they would be; Gate duty is enough contentment for me. He laid a seldom hand on the shoulder of Kaza and lifted his glass, To the memories of Kiri. He'd clack his glass with Kaza, and swallow the rest of his drink.

He observed as Kaza unsheathed a satchel which contained a wide assortment of precious gems; each one was slightly different from the other, yet completely unique in their own right. Kaza kept two gems and had given the rest to the waitress, This guy must be going big for a diplomatic party He shrugged his shoulders, it wasn't his money, and such not his worry. Kaza had placed both of them in front of him. Kouin's rinnegan pierced the exterior of the rocks and could see the raw untapped chakra; he could feel a sort of dark force within the gems, who exactly was this Lord of his? He held one up to the light and observed a spectrum of lights refract through the gems; he clasped it tightly in his hand and gave Kaza a nod, Maybe on day you'll have the luxury of introducing me to him yourself. He offered a modest smile, pleasantries were always Kouin's strong suit, as were disguises, but how long could he keep up the 'Akashi' persona before the cat is out of the bag? With an internal shake of his head, he pushed the thought out of his head.

He shook his head at the notion of Hayata Shin, he had heard stories, and even took a small part in gathering some finalizing evidence to completely convict Haruka of her crimes against the country, but otherwise his knowledge was meek in that regard. I never had the fortune of meeting Hayata Shin in this life; though I'm sure I'll see him by Raiden's side. He gave a nod of assurance in his words. Kouin stayed on modest alert, their were still people in the village who would have a certain sleight against him, but that also meant he would be on the watch for Kaza's back as well; after all he did volunteer to be his escort to the tower, and didn't say no to any detours. So in that regard, Kouin had dun goofed.

He raised a furrow brow at the mention of the whole clan possessing a curse seal; it was an interesting trait, but also assured that the clan wouldn't be trifled with so easily. Pulling the back of his shirt down, he revealed an intricate inlayed spiral galaxy marking, surrounded by runic glyphs, Ay, the powers the seals can unleash are of a dangerous sort... But they help in such a time of dire need. After he had gotten enough time to observe, Kouin pulled his shirt back up, and threw back another glass of scotch.

He was posed with an interesting question; what was his goal indeed? He could recall his father spoke of his blood brother Xun always seeking to find the wind. Though the wind was always around you, but he could understand the sentiment even at a young age. He made few taps on his glass as motion for a refill, and took in a modest breath. Hard set goals are always tricky; times change, people move on, and you lose traction. After the glass was refilled, he took a small sip. I choose to follow where the storms take me. I choose to live by my own path, and create my own direction. He rerolled with words in his head, as if to find a better way to explain them in a shorter manner; I believe the term, "Go with the flow" is applicable here. Though the flow moves at my own pace.

He had a haunting feeling shiver up his spine. He could feel a sort of dark force emitting from the room; a pulsing darkness that was slowly receding away. He poked his head up, and began to survey the room. Everyone was going to the flow the music; dancing and enjoying the atmosphere. His eyes met with a pair of eyes shrouded behind dark shades, a man clad in a sheer dark outfit. Kouin made a mental note of the man, and returned his attention to Kaza, What are your dreams Kaza-kun?

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

Listening to the man speak Kaza's jaw dropped so this ninja was an old Mist shinobi and he had been an Anbu there as well? Maybe he knew Akkuma without knowing it. The emissary had to literally bite his tongue to stop him from commenting on the mans next words. 'He sensed it coming...yet still he fled? Coward.' he thought to himself coldly his Lord had stayed saving every citizen he could. As their world and those around froze he fought on, aiding families and shinobi in their escape. Than again most people weren't S-Class ninja or have demonic heritage. So he guessed he couldn't really blame the man. With a sigh he took another gulp of his drink.

Akashi's next words he could understand even his Lord had talked about contemplating settling down, he'll the man was getting married. When the Jounin placed a hand upon his shoulder Kaza smiled raising his glass with him. "To the memories of Kirigakure!" he'd yell loudly no doubt getting the attention of those nearby as he downed his glass. Pouring both himself and Akashi a new drink he listened to the Guardians words. "I'd like that...I think my Lord would too. After all between his work in Sunagakure, Iwagakure and here he doesn't get to meet many Mist-nin. It's like they've vanished or in hiding...waiting." he'd say in a friendly tone.

When Akashi spoke the emissary nodded "I hope your right..." he said in a kind warm tone. Chuckling he smiled a grin that would make must men feel uneasy "Indeed there are many uses for the seals.." in fact their clan possessed seals that had been specifically created by their Lord. When it came to seals their wasn't another soul on this planet who came close to his capabilities. Listening intently to the mans thoughts he could tell he was thinking intensely. "So your the type of man who likes to see what the fates have installed for him...I prefer to forge my own path." he would say in a warm tone taking a sip from his glass. Kaza got the feeling the man was a bit on edge, Akkuma had always taught them to follow their instincts.

When he felt a shiver move down his body, Akashi's eyes seemed to be scanning those around them. Stopping on a figure that Kaza could only guess was behind him. The youth began fidgeting he wanted to look but kept trying to control himself. After a few brief moments he sighed giving into his curiosity, leaning his head back on the booth he leaned all the way back. So he was still facing Kouin but his head was looking at this newcomer Kaza scanned his features and could sense quite a measurable amount of chakra within him. And something dark, it excited him greatly.

A huge grin spread across his face as he heard the mans words as he ordered some drinks "Why hello there my fellow shinobi. Why don't you come join me and my new friend 'Akashi' here for drinks? The nights on me...drinks & all." he'd say with a chuckle before sitting back up to face his drinking partner. Now he would wait to see if his invitation was accepted or not. Grinning widely at the man before him "I couldn't help myself he seems like such an interesting character." he'd say remembering Akashi had asked him what his dream was.

"My dreams....I want to see the world and make strong bonds with those I encounter. That's my dream.." he'd say with a warm smile, it was a simple dream he knew that. But there was nothing else he'd rather do than what he did for a living. "By the way did you know an Anbu by the name of Yaokai? I believe that was his Codename...my lords I mean." he asked curiously. Before giving him a bit more information "My Lord was a member of the Black OPs R&D in Kirigakure. A demon who was also a Dark Sage..." he didn't want to say too much more about his Lords past. So he would talk about what he had could do. "He can summon Bears, Demons & re-animate corpses. A sealing master & inter-country political figure. Allies in Iwagakure, Sunagakure & even this fine village of Kumogakure." he'd say an obvious look of admiration upon his face. If only he could tell them of his Lords plans, but he'd been specifically ordered to tell certain details to the Raikage, Ri and Ayumu. Although there had been a conditional any potential candidates were to be invited and given vague details until they had been personally met by Akkuma. He gave another audible sigh of annoyance for his Lords need for secrecy for Kaza was finally starting to see how much more difficult it could make his job. 'This is going to be tricky...I need to get a better understanding of this Guardians true nature. Not this persona he's putting on in front of a dignitary. Only one way to get people to open up whether they want to or not...' he thought to himself before deciding on the path he would take. His eyes burned with a renewed fire.

Gesturing to the waitress he would whisper into her ear when she arrived "A round of drinks to everyone in honour of Hayate Shin." she nodded and walked back to the bar. Those warm eyes slid back to Akashi as he raised his glass "To Hayate Shin! A Raikage to be remembered for all of time!" he'd toast all around them people cheered and drank. It would be considered severely rude to not drink to such a toast. Downing his drink in the one gulp he sat back his cheeks a little redder. Shifting over to allow their guest to take a seat for the emissary knew it would merely be a matter of time. Kaza possessed a certain charismatic gift when it came to reading people and manipulating them through body language. With the proper body language and correct tones you could invoke certain emotions or trains of thought in most people. Pouring himself a drink, Kouin (assuming he toasted) and Satou (if he joined the table). "So tell me what became of Hayate Shins murderer? My Lord will be most displeased if I fail to bring this information with him. He only recently learned of Shins passing, it did not sit well with him." his tone was serious and without warmth. All trace of foolishness was gone as the youth stared at his guests, it seemed Akashi wasn't the only one adept at wearing masks. Even the boys aura had changed there was something else a calculated coldness. He knew if the murderer wasn't dead that Akkuma would see them and their soul destroyed.

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[Ketsueki Satou]

The world ebbed and throbbed to the beats of the music, the lights flickering around on the dance floor as Satou sat in the dark, fresh cigarette on his lips now as he snapped his fingers, igniting the end of the cigarette as he inhaled slowly. The heated waft of smoke filling his lungs, the sudden high of the nicotine and other chemicals. It drowned out the demons voice for awhile so the music could perforate his ears.

Sounds rushing in, voices, laughter, humans interacting with one another at tables around him. He soon picked up something as everything began to slow down around him. Like someone hit the slow motion on the remote in his brain as his deep ember eyes looked upon scantily clad men and women, chest tightening as all sound vanished except for the beating of many hearts. Every living creature was giving off the sound around him. Eyes narrowed he focused on two heart beats, then other sounds, voices audibly shot in his direction melding with the sounds of the music.

"Why hello there my fellow shinobi. Why don't you come join me and my new friend 'Akashi' here for drinks? The nights on me...drinks & all."

An invitation, the edge of his lip curled slightly in a grin. Offer a man a drink and he's supposed to come sit with you, share in tales and woes, in hopes and aspirations. Humans, how amusing. The demonic creature didn't even glance in their direction at first. He merely sat there, smoking. turning his glass in his hand absent minded.
Now that he could hear again, he thought it would be wise to listen in on the two humans who wished to interact with him. Drop everything else, let me hear them.

And so the demon allowed it. He sat listening to the two young men discuss of Kirigakure, how they used to be of the Mist but now their nothing but lost dogs with new leashes. Satou thought back to himself, always wandering the lands centuries ago. Having no rhyme or reason to go on. Only to find himself here, under his masters gentle hands. Chest tightened once more. Another inhale of the cigarette eased him.

The softest sound of liquid being poured, a drink for him. His free hand gently moved, so did the cup they poured for him as the glass soon levitated off the table and moved across to Satou's table and into his free hand. Moving the cigarette to one side of his lip as he drank the entire glass in one gulp, then sent the empty cup back to the table from whence it came. Downing his own drink he put the cigarette out in the cup after a long nice single drag that finished the cigarette, leaving his table and standing among the crowd within a seconds blurring motion.

Moving slowly along the bodies of humans, feeling their flesh against his as they bumped and grind against one another, celebrating drinks on Hayate Shin. It almost made Satou laugh a bit as he left the crowds and approached the bar. Asking for another bottle of his favorite drink imported from fire country. As the one at his table was already drained in minutes. Taking the new bottle he headed over to the table he was invited to.

His clothing was a fancy suit with a perfect white dress shirt underneath and deep black tie to match the suit and dress pants. His shoes a black lacquered leather. Nothing indicated on where he was from. He paused as he approached the table and sat the bottle down. Looking upon who to sit beside, he chose the one who called him over. "Quite presumptuous to call me a Shinobi. My name is Satou, Ketsueki Satou." As he sat, both of them could feel it now that he was in closer proximity to them. Everything in their bodies was telling them to run away from this finely dressed man with a warm smile. Pulling his shades off, to reveal the bright fire like glow of his eyes. Satou spoke rather calmly with a docile tone. "Don't mind me, continue on with you're talks of murder. Rather interesting." His hand swayed, bottle moving on its own to pour himself a glass from the new bottle of fire water.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

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The night was cold, as anyone familiar with Kumogakure's weather patterns would expect. A rather tall shinobi weaved through the crowds in the Susukino District, sword on his hip and hat on his head. Tonight, like any other night, would be time spent drinking in the hopes that the worms which plagued his body would finally allow him to be drunk. It was almost torture not be able to get even a buzz, and it was killing the boy's funding, despite how much he had. Perhaps tonight, he would need a change of pace. If he couldn't get drunk off of alcohol, why not try to get drunk off human interaction? If that was even possible, would he enjoy such a thing? Maybe not, but it was sure as hell worth a try. As he considered the pros and cons of talking to someone, the thumping of music interrupted his train of thought and drew his attention to a nearby club. This would be perfect! Even if he hated the talking part, he could easily retreat to the wall and look at all of the women. After all, they didn't wear much on the street, but in clubs and bars? It was even worse.

As he does with any clubs, Ri skipped the whole line and walked past the bouncer, tossing him his sword as he entered the crowded room. Usually, the bouncers just let him pass, and this time was apparently no different. It didn't take long for the shinobi to regret his decision. The club was filled with not only women, but men as well. This really shouldn't come as a surprise, but it was never fun to have your hopes and dreams ruined by a sweaty man dancing right in front of you. He had to find a place to sit, a place to escape the crowd so that he could just sit back, drink, and watch. There were plenty of booths in the back of the club, but most were already occupied, so would it really be worth it to push through at this point? Clearly, he was mistaken. He never should have come in here, his clothes made him stand out like no other, it was too loud for him to hear his own thoughts, and it was practically a sausage fest with how many men were in here trying to get some. The boy turned to leave, but then he heard a loud voice calling a toast for Kirigakure. Interesting.. Not only was that a name you only really saw in history books, but these guys were drinking. A lot. Even if it would require communication, it might be worth getting into their little circle. Get some free drinks. But then again, maybe not, it would be better to sit and watch for now.

It didn't take long for the obnoxiously loud music to start getting to the boy, his head ached and it was hard to really focus on anything without being distracted by a sudden change in tempo. Thankfully, however, not long after Ri decided to watch the two at the table, the younger of the two began speaking to a man across the room. Were they the type to just invite people for a drink? Or were they offended in some way. It wasn't uncommon for people to smoke in clubs, but maybe his smoke was getting in their faces and irritating them? Only time would tell. Hell, maybe if he was lucky, a fight would break out between the three of them. Street fights are always entertaining to watch. Sadly, there was no fight, and the two simply went back to talking amongst themselves. After a few words were spoken, and a couple drinks shared, the same voice as before overpowered the music. This time, he was shouting a toast for Hayata Shin, which got the whole club excited, and Ri excited as well. These people had to be cool, the guy just offered everyone drinks!

Without anymore hesitation, the abnormally tall boy pushed through the crowd, several people moving out of the way because of his intimidating stature. His wooden sandals clicked against the ground with each step he took, and he made sure to remove his hat as he approached the table. Now then, confidence was always the way to approach these kinds of situations, right? Grabbing a bottle of the stuff he assumed would taste best, he popped off the cork and took a gulp.

"You three seem to know how to have a good time, hope you don't mind if I join you." He stated, sitting opposite the younger man and the one who just joined them. To make sure he wasn't suddenly hit or threatened, he scanned each of their faces after taking a seat and immediately recognized the strange eyes of the man on the other side of the table. It had been years since he last saw them, but apparently they weren't something he could easily forget. "Well shit, are you that creepy guy from the forest? Been a while, how's hunting been lately?" Assuming it would be best to start up a conversation to avoid any conversation, that is exactly what he tried to do!

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[Kouin]

He stirred his drink a bit, I should be a little more clear on my meaning; true foresight is highly impossible, but a lot I get a sense of deja vu, which most of the time is just an illusion. I played it off as just some horrific dream... He stared shallowly into his drink, maybe this was just some huge, intricately woven bad dream, but he knew that wasn't possible; I got sent out on an extended recon mission, but I didn't bother to tell anyone of this ghastly dream, I figured they just slap me insane, and throw my in the clink. He placed his drink down, and sat back in the chair, Needless to say, by the time I returned.... Well there was nothing to return to. So I crave my own path now by protecting another village, cause I failed to protect the other.

They made their toast to good old Kiri, regardless of what he had felt he'd done. Nothing in this world is forever... Even desolation ends eventually. Maybe on day Kiri will be inhabitable again.. It was a hopeful wish, but one that seemed highly unlikely to occur. Even if the weather conditions improved, their were still the matter of the eldritch horrors that could tear a shinobi into pieces; they were the much more powerful, physical force, and were to be avoided at all costs.

The newcomer approached the table; Kouin released a small sigh, he had wished to keep the party small, but Kaza seemed hellbent on creating it more and more massive. The approach seemed very irksome to Kouin, he didn't quite enjoy drinking too too much, but Kaza seemed determined to sway him into drinking more. Hayata Shin was killed by Isaki Hoshikata, and Shima Haruka. That is all the information I can disclose. Even revealing that much could be a risk, but if this Akkuma was indeed a friend of Shin, it would be no true foul having him be more informed.... But he had to abstain from further alcohol, lest he risks diverting from his current persona.

A fourth member had joined the squabble, but he appeared to be no more than a mere child. He sighed disgruntledly, weren't the bouncers suppose to keep kids out? Isn't that what they were paid for? Kouin was going to need to have a serious talk with the owner of the club, and have it hire better bouncers. He scanned the boy up and down, Are you sure you're old enough to be here?

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

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Kouin elaborated on what he'd said earlier Kaza felt guilty for making such a quick judgement of the man. It appeared that Kouin and Akkuma may have more in common with each other then Kaza had thought. His master had battled with an increasing unease, after all the devil had a sixth sense when it came to such things. Although his superiors took no heed of the warning he had try to impart on them, instead they isolated him trying to silence his pleas. The ex-mist shinobi spoke his next words and Kaza couldn't help but pity the man. Now he spent his life trying to protect a foreign land in the hopes of easing his guilt for surviving. No doubt there was guilt from his inability to stop the horror that had befallen mist. "Indeed...perhaps mist will come back. Maybe something far greater will rise from that winter wasteland we can only wait and see." he would say in a hopeful and warm tone as he poured the drinks. It seemed his potential invitee was deliberating on joining them as the glass floated off the table and into his hand.

After downing his drink the mysterious figure moved to the bar retrieving a bottle and approaching the table. "Well with parlour tricks like that and a sizeable chakra your either a shinobi or a demon. Perhaps both after all there's nothing quite like the feeling a demons presence invokes in oneself. I should know my Lord is a Demon and one of the most skilled Dark Sages of this age..." he would say with a cheeky yet warm smile. Taking out his pipe the Emissary packed some of the smoking herbs into it, snapping his fingers he ignited the pipes contents. With a deep inhale he gave out a long satisfied sigh, smoke swirling around him making the youth look more mysterious.

"Greetings Ketsueki Satou, I am Miroku Kaza Emissary of the Miroku Clan." his eyes slid to Kouin as he answered his question in regards to Hayate Shins death. "Ah I'm assuming this is how Isaki Hoshikata died then...that will sadden Akkuma greatly. This Shima Haruka...did she die as well? Naturally of course I understand and appreciate your willingness to divulge as much as you have." he said in that charmingly warm tone. Meanwhile his mind was a blur wondering what had caused the ex-Mizukage and Raikage to engage in a battle to the death. He had a good idea of who the instigator was but would keep his mouth sealed in that regard.

Just when Kaza was starting to think the night couldn't get anymore interesting it seemed someone had decided to invite themselves to his party. Not that the Emissary minded after all the more the merrier. The youth also appeared to know this Satou, apparently Kaza wasn't the only one who thought the man gave off a creepy vibe. As the shinobi took a seat without introducing himself the Emissary would raise an eyebrow. "Sure feel free to join us and help yourself to my liquor..." he would say in a teasing tone, pretending to have a go at the teen. "Least you could do is introduce yourself." he'd say with a mischievous smile upon his face, it seemed his plan was working well.

After the new shinobi introduced himself Kaza would pour another round of drinks his eyes focusing upon Akashi. "You can't tell me that here someone can be old enough to kill and not be able to drink. We aren't considered adults in our clan until we've made our first kill." he'd say with a smile on his face, his cheeks flushed with blood from the fun he was having. Liquor always made his act all the more believable. It helped him maintain that youthful and mischievous that most people trusted. Of all the demeanours he'd worn it proved the most effective when it came to people opening up.
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[Ketsueki Satou]

What interesting humans, so smooth talking yet nothing can be held with the truth. The demon listened, it whispered to Satou's ear. "You should eat one of them." A smile formed as he appeared to be listening to Kaza, giving a quick reply. "Wouldn't you like to know." Why was he being so coy with this creature. Maybe it was the hunger talking. A soft inhale, the smell of fresh blood all around intoxicated him along with the smell of Kaza's smoke wafting about. Kouin speaking about the death of the Raikage. How long ago was that incident? Odd. Not a single care about this silly game the humans enjoyed playing leaders and followers. Even the curious one Kaza had mention his name and clan.

It was a simple introductory. Names, upon names were shared. All meant nothing to him, he didn't know a single person listed. "To kill a kage." He shook his head pouring himself a secondary drink to the others poured. Sipping them back quickly, almost refilling the glass with every single gulp till the bottle was already empty. Yet Satou's speech was still rather clear. "One has to be either very powerful, or very cunning. Perhaps both. I don't think it was just two people killing a kage, even if one of them, or hell, both of them were Kage's. If you're going to kill the king, where were his knights? His Queen? Other pieces are missing, no?" He looked between them all with a soft glance of his Ember eyes.

It was interesting to see who appeared next. a youthful swordsmen from the woods. "Ah if it isn't the sleepy ninja. Yes, the hunts have been fruitful. But lately the predators of the woods have gone scarce. You may wish to stay away from the woods as a place to nap from now on. I feel an uneasy rustling in the woods as of late. As though I'm to go out and chase it. Maybe I will after I get piss drunk tonight." Satou chuckled softly, laying back and taking out a cigarette for himself seeing as someone else at the table started smoking.

"Miroku Clan. Never heard of them, mind you, being stuck in this village for so long. I'm sure a lot has transpired in the world. Maybe I'll go out for a stroll someday and see what the world looks like after a couple decades have passed." He did the same little trick of finger snapping to light the end of his cigarette.

(Sorry for short post, finger cramping up from Arthritis. Next one will be better)

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

A smirk appeared on the boys face at the comment made when he sat down, good to see at least one of them had a sense of humor, while the other one made him raise an eyebrow. It had been a long time since anyone told him he looked too young to be somewhere, especially after his face finally matured. And as previously mentioned, his monstrous height usually prevented any questions like that as well. "I like how you think, but even if I wasn't a shinobi, I like to assume I'd be old enough to drink wherever I want. Ri paused for a moment after responding to the men, then decided he would introduce himself before they all decided to kick him out of the booth, "Shita Rirakkusu, nice to meet the two of you." The boy extended his hand to the two of them, and if it wasn't accepted by either he would put it back down and take a gulp from the bottle he claimed.

"Is that so? Guess I haven't been to the forest in a while, so I'll take your word for it and try to avoid it for a little longer. No guarantees though, nothing beats that place, even if it's one of the most dangerous places in Kumo." Seeing the smoke floating through the air made Ri want a little something as well, but he didn't often bring his pipe with him to places like this. Which was unfortunate, as the smell of smoke was one of his favorites. Satou was quick to begin smoking as well, taking a cigarette out and mentioning something about the "Miroku Clan." Immediately after hearing this name, Ri set the bottle on the table and began thinking. Something about the name sounded eerily familiar, even if he hadn't been around for enough of the conversation to know exactly what they were talking about. He knew that Satou was from Kumo, and obviously didn't know anything about it from what he was saying, and the other man was obviously from Kumo, seeing how he had a forehead protector visible. That is required, after all. This could only mean that the person who mentioned that clan was the youngest of the three, so he would be the one to ask for any information about it.

"No that I've introduced myself, and I already know our glowy eyed fried here, how about you two? The shinobi considered waiting for each of them to reply, if they chose to reply, but knew that he wanted answers sooner rather than later. "So I'm assuming that you're the one who mentioned the Miroku Clan?" He asked, looking at the youngest, "Where they from? If you don't mind my asking." After looking at the man a little closer, he also noticed that the symbol on his clothing was rather familiar as well. The feeling that all of these thing were somehow connected to his.. Condition, was rather unsettling. After all, he couldn't remember any specific details about the encounter now, but he did know that some mad scientist did this to him in the middle of the desert.

I had a short post as well, wasn't in the writing mood it seems.

 

[Kouin]

He pulled out his watch from him pocket, and took a brief glance at the time. He wondered how much longer he would have before it was actually time to go. What a burden it was to be at the mercy of mere hands on a clock, but tis how life goes, and how it will continue to go. The demonic man finally introduced himself as a Ketsueki Satou; it was an interesting name for an interesting man, Akashi. He wasn't quite too keen on Satou just yet; something about him was rather off. He appeared to be of shinobi making, but not in ideals. What were his goals, his purpose? Kouin would have to be cautious of someone of such mystery.

He let out a brief sigh as Kaza prodded about Hoshikata and Haruka; he couldn't reveal much as that might show internal weakness. Hoshikata was killed by Cloud, and Haruka was executed. The tone in which he spoke told that he wasn't saying anymore on the matter, as he barely wanted to speak on the matter anyway. All these added people were beginning to give him a headache; this is why he never goes to clubs in the first place, way to crowded for his liking.

He gave the young man a pat on the arm, Now now, I'm only teasing him. The face of a youth in never an insult; I know of retired veterans who would die for that sort of youth. He let out a half hearted chuckle. We were all built for war, so what more could they ask for than to let us simple tools drink liquor when need be? He couldn't tell the boys exact age, but he was definitely no high ranking shinobi; maybe chuunin? At the very least a very, very, VERY lazy genin. Though why someone would want to stay a genin is baffling to him. Though thats just all guesswork, there was no way for Kouin to actually deduce all this information.

He glanced to the left of him, and noticed a Shadow Servant, one of the many messengers of the Anbu Branch, begin to meld from the floor. Outreached was a small letter. He grasped the letter in his hand, and gave the servant a nod as it dispersed back into the floor. He opened it, and read it silently in his mind, Guess the time of departure has finally arrived. Kouin would crumble the letter up, and surge his lightning chakra through it to disintegrate it. He gave Kaza a friendly pat on the shoulder, and offered a departing smile, Sadly that is my que to leave. The Raikage will be out of the village, so you will need to speak to Kogami Ayumu. His attention turned to Ri, and looked in his eyes, I would appreciate it if you would keep our guest here company for the time being. Kouin would offer a departing handshake to all present, and make way for the door, throwing his hand up as a sign of 'good bye'.

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[Miroku Akkuma]

aza listened as each of them spoke and introduced themselves to one another, how he was enjoying this banter. The young emissary began to grab a drink when he realised this ninja in front of him was one of the intended recipients of his masters message. Before he could say anything Kouin checked his watch and prepared to leave after having a joke. Though when he said the Raikage would be gone his heart nearly stopped. Literally leaping over the table with spilling a single drop of liquor, he would attempt to stop 'Akashi' "Please as a Shadow of this village you have to give this to the Raikage. I assure you he will be most interested in its contents...if only we had met I could have told him more in detail. I hope to see you again Akashi, stay safe." he would hand over a jet black envelope with a purple wax seal, a lotus flower with the kanji for cursed in the centre the Miroku Clans seal. Addressed to Akira Saito, Raikage of Kumogakure. Giving a bow to the shinobi he had stopped he would walk back to the table taking a seat.

"My apologies for that...now let's get back to our discussion. If you should meet my Lord please do not say that Hoshikata was killed by cloud. Well do it if some degree of tact if you may, after all that man was once Misukage. What happened changed many people..." he would say before those eyes focused upon Rirakussu. Once more reaching into his pocket he retrieved another letter this one addressed to Shita Rirakussu of Kumogakure, this to bore the same seal. "My lord said that I should expect a reply or at least an update on your current condition, how have things progressed. He didn't say much but from what I understand he's given you quite the gift." handing the letter to Rirakussu as he spoke. Turning to face Satou he would give the man time to read the letter.

"I would say either very cunning, strong or both would all be suitable in that regard. Though it is most curious...so you seem to be in a flirty mood. I actually would like to know..." he said with that mischievous grin on his face before continuing. "You really should come to Sunagakure and meet the clan. My Lord Akkuma is getting married to Lady Seika of House Toraono." after he finished speaking he would down another drink. "Lord Akkuma was a member of Kirigakure's Anbu Research & a Development, he is a genius when it comes to manipulating cells and spiritual energies. He's got something big planned I just got work it out, he's collecting people, calling in assets, making pacts with beings that were thought to be gone from this era...no he wouldn't." he stopped thinking through the things he had heard from his master and seen. 'Surely he doesn't intend to seize control of Sunagakure...no it wouldn't be that. Perhaps he aims to eliminate the Kazekage, no that's not it he'd have done it himself. No this is bigger he's got to be making a move for the country.' he thought to himself almost gasping no wonder this had been such an urgent trip.
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Stopping Kouin to give him the letter for the Raikage~ then letting him go
Give Rirakussu his letter~
Continuing Drinks~
OOC: -sings- Dont fear the reaper! ^_^

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

His eyes wandered from person to person, only to look to the crowds of swaying humans. Looking at their bodies moved yearned a deep hunger in him to get out there, to touch each one. to savor the flesh of mortals touching him. Maybe a man or woman would do right now. He could not determined which was more appetizing. With a growing hunger, Satou blocked out the world to some degree. Only focusing on sounds that intrigued him.

"The forest will always be home to danger, I suggest perhaps a stroll once a week through the woods at night. Arm yourself well. I assure you, it'll soon be unbearable." His glowing eyes was softly staring at Ri, almost as if looking through the boys mind for something. Smiling slightly, the demon's eye's shot to lock on the youthful man who wished to leave with quick retreat. "Be safe out in the dark Akashi-San." He spoke rather smoothly as his attention turned to his new glass of some of that was about the table now. The warm liquor warmed through his chest. The beats throbbing in his mind alongside those delicious hearts. His ember eyes looked over Kaza, a flinch of hunger when looking at the youths throat. A delicate whisper "Devour him. Devour all of them. Every last drop."

"Stop" Satou whispered softly under the beats of the music. Was it to the demon or the creature sitting next to him. His hand reached out and gently held Kaza's face to take his gaze in. "Stop giving him all this praise for what he's done. Don't waste on me such titles. Tell me. Tell me what makes you love him so much? Would you die for him? Love him like a Father?Brother?Lover?" His last words gave a twisted smile, showing a bit of his pearly whites, canine sharp fangs. A soft laugh as he slowly let Kaza go and used the same hand to pick up his next drink to preoccupy his lips. Drink this, not them.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

"I'm well aware of that." The boy said, looking at Satou with a smile on his face, "And since you said that, I think I'll give it a shot. I've been bored lately, so a pleasant stroll every now and then might be nice." Dangers in the forest becoming even more dangerous did nothing but excite Ri. It had been so long since he was faced with a real challenge, so anything that might give him one is something he couldn't avoid. But there was one question that had to be asked: How the hell is the forest becoming even more dangerous? He would have considered some possibilities, if one of the men hadn't received a letter from a shadowy creature that came out of no where. It was something he'd never seen before, usually he got his orders from something boring like a bird. Should he be jealous?

Much to his surprise, not a single drop of booze was spilled when the boy crawled across the table to stop the man from leaving. It must've taken quite a bit of skill, or agility, or both to be able to do that when there was just so much of it. Ri would have said something sarcastic if he wasn't spoken to first. Not that he cared, after all, what was said was really piecing everything together. His question from before wasn't directly answered, but when his new acquaintance said "lord" and "your condition" in the same sentence, there was no one else that came to mind but the same bastard who ambushed him in the desert. There were plenty of things he was wanting to tell the messenger to say in response, but there was already a letter in his hand, and the curiosity was killing him. But first, his condition. Before saying anything, the shinobi couldn't help but sigh a long, exaggerated sigh. "Tell him things are going well, I currently have full control over the little shits and they basically give me the same abilities of a Revenant. Should also add in the fact that I can't even get a buzz off of alcohol anymore, cause that's pretty damn important to me." After saying what needed to be said, he returned his focus to the letter. It had the same seal as the one on the boy's clothing.

It didn't take long to get through the entire letter, it wasn't really that long, but it certainly made the boy think. There were several things to think about in fact. The first, and most important, being the wedding he is supposed to attend. "Shit!" He thought, there was no telling what a mad scientist like that man would do if he missed such an important check up. So many promises were made that day too, and so far he'd only lived up to half of them. The second was the seal that was placed on his forehead. Yet another thing he'd forgotten about, and if he slipped up and mentioned the man's name he was as good as dead. Good thing he could only remember half of the name... And lastly, the request and the whole reason that this messenger was sent.

"So your 'lord' needs help hm?" Ri would pause after this statement, thinking a bit about what he should do. "I honestly don't think I'll be able to make it in time with how urgent it all sounds, and there's no one I can think of that could help either. Again, he took a moment to reflect on the situation at hand, "As for the wedding, however, tell him I still intend to come if something doesn't come up." With that business taken care of, Ri looked back to Satou. "So... What kind of dangers are in the forest now?"

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[Miroku Akkuma]

Kaza felt a twinge of annoyance as he was told to stop, before he could give it any thought Satou gently held his face. The emissary blushed as the mysterious being spoke his next words. "No..it's not like that. I simply admire him...he's the Monster this Age needs." he'd stutter out, Satou grabbed a drink and Kaza sighed. "You'll see...my Lord. Is a being who will change this world even if history never knows." he said quietly quickly grabbing a bottle and downing half of the contents. 'Damn that Satou...he's so much like Akkuma.' he thought to himself. When the two finished speaking Ri addressed him, it was good that his condition was satisfactory. "Intriguing he always surprises me. In regards to your being unable to assist it's fine, no expectations were had. Wedding wise it would be wise to attend my Lord would consider it quite disrespectful if you missed it. Remember it's at the Toraono Dojo...once a small matter is taken care of." he would say before taking another gulp of his drink, puffing on his pipe he leaned against the being next to him. So use to demons he didn't understand the risk of his actions.

As he listened to the two Kumogakure shinobi talk of the dangers in their forest, he couldn't help but wonder what creatures they spoke of. 'I wonder if they are anything like the Eldrich beings that now call Kirigakure home...' taking another puff of his pipe he tilted his head back, blowing smoke rings. There hasn't been a single brawl yet to Kaza's dismay but atleast he would hopefully get to hear some good hunting stories. The music blasted loudly around them and the warmth almost made one forget about the cold snow outside.

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Sorry crappy post next one will be better I promise!

 

[Ketsueki Satou]

Satou could only smile behind his glass at both Ri and Kaza. His soft ember eyes had a warming glow to them when he stared into your eyes, you could almost feel like the man was hugging you with his gaze, her pursed smile as he drink deep from his glass. "Well, your health and wealth..." He spoke to Ri before looking over at Kaza. Leaning in closer the youthful one could smell a smokey heated spice of smell As Satou's free pale hand raised once more, gently fingering the air beside Kaza, his smoke began to swirl and move to Satou's hand, Almost congealing into something. All the while his eyes were on the soft pink flesh of Kaza's neck. Satou's eyes burning almost escaping his eyes as he got closer He could see the gentle pulse, so simple to just reach out and take.

It started to form something larger, bigger and bigger the mass writhed and squirmed as if alive in the air. "History always says mankind will kill the Monster." The smoke dissipated as he went back to his drink and his hand fell loosely to the table. He breathed heavily away, his breath hotter then the cool air of the club. His slight lean, his relaxed face. He could feel the alcohol burn through him now. No food, no water, no sustenance other then alcohol. Take it all away...

This soft ebbing and throbbing in his mind as the world turned with the flashing colors. His burning eyes looked into Kaza's. "I hope History will forever hold his name Kaza-kun. Because it lost mine a long time ago." His soft smile looked almost weather, his eyes, face, hair, clothing. It gave a sense of time itself elapsed around him. The ebbing, throbbing, the voice was gone, he couldn't even hear its cackling laugh like thunder to his ears. Ember eyes looked back to Ri.

He laughed a bit at the young warriors hunger for a challenge. It gave Satou a bit of happiness, to see someone so ready to throw themselves at the darkness. But could anyone walk with him in such a horrible hell? "Things not even your nightmares wish to create. Monsters, demons, horrors from the very pits of hell itself. Not many humans in this village know of them. I kept their numbers to a minimum. I don't want the village to get involved if I could handle a hunt every night." He smiled, laughed even as he drink. Downing glass after glass, the world was now blurring a bit. "But #@$% are they ever ugly!." He shook his head laughing again with another swing, empty.#@$#

Throbbing stopped for a moment as his eyes looked to the crowd, the room was twisted in a hellish landscape, all the dancing humans were now contorting into grotesque unnatural creations of horror as their bodies became mangled and torn about with putrid colors of decayed skin and wounds exposing the innards of the human body.

Blink, blink its not real! Its not real blink dammit!

He only saw it for a moment, almost unfazed by those beside him he simply was staring at the crowd with an intensity. Then he rapidly blinked and began rubbing his eyes. "I $#@!ing hate when he does that..." He whispered under his breath. He glowing eyes seemed to dim a bit as he reached out with his power to move the bottle to pour him more. as soon as his glass was full he emptied it in seconds, again, and again till his hands stopped shaking.
Without word he got up and walked towards the men's bathroom. The door slammed open with unforeseen force as he walked in and close behind. Satou hit the sink fast, smashing water to his face as images streamlined through his eyes again. Those shapes, the creatures. The sounds they made echoing through his brain like infinite nails along a chalkboard.

He didn't realize how long he was holding his breath when opening his eyes to see his hands had clasped the sink and tore it from the wall.He heaved in ragged breathing as he tossed the sink to the floor and fell against the far wall away from the door. Laying his head back against the cold wall felt so nice. Though it was difficult, every breath all he could taste was skin, blood and the soft insides.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

"I suppose I've simply been lucky then, never been unfortunate enough to run into one of these 'nightmares'" Ri chuckled slightly, he honestly wished he had run into one of them. Humans were fun to fight, but even the thought of fighting something as hellish as Satou was describing made his heart race. The boy looked to Kaza and sighed, "Good, your lord certainly isn't someone I want to have on my list of enemies. It would only get me killed, I'm sure." Taking another swig of the drink in his hand, Ri looked out to the crowd as the amber-eyed man did. Who, or what was so interesting in the cloud? To him, it was nothing more than grown men and women grinding on each other to the beat of the god awful music that almost made it hard to think. The constant throbbing in his chest distracted him from his thoughts, and his only saving grace being the conversation this trio was having.

While Satou stared into the crowd, he slowly began to seem out of it. He simply wasn't taking his eyes off of the crowd, his hands covered his face and he muttered something under his breath. "You uh.." Before the boy could finish his sentence, the man was already walking toward the bathroom. "Guess not." There was a moment of silence at the table as Ri watched the demon walk into the nearby bathroom, then he turned to his other acquaintance, "He didn't look that drunk did he? There's no way he's already starting to get sick..." He looked back to the bathroom, considering whether he should check on the man or not, but what was the point? Even if he did, he would only be supporting someone that's vomiting their guts out, and that wasn't something he wanted to deal with. "So what's the thing that needs to be taken care of before the wedding? Just the preparations you would expect?" It was time to start another conversation before the absence of one of their new-found friends killed the mood.

While the giant shinobi waited for a reply from Kaza, a loud noise came from the bathroom, and water began flowing from under the door. "What the hell... I'll be right back, I'm not about to pay for something he broke just because he was with us." Breaking shit in the bathroom, maybe Satou was more intoxicated than he thought? After pushing his way through the crowd, which was still to oblivious and drunk to realize that water was leaking out of one of the bathrooms, Ri opened the door with a bit of effort. Damn water made it difficult to open it quickly. As he entered, he was met with the site of Satou on the wall, a sink on the floor, and water shooting out of the wall. Before saying anything, Ri used a metal jutsu to form a wall in front of the leak, then used a gravity jutsu to lift all of the water to the sealing before any employees noticed what was going on.

"So uh... What the fuck you doing in here?" Ri almost didn't want to give Satou the chance to explain himself, but he wasn't about to try and drag a grown man out of the bathroom.

 

[Miroku Akkuma]

Kaza watched the cloud swirl around at Satou's command it seemed to grow and writhe almost becoming something as it dissipated. At the kumogakure demons next words he couldn't help but chuckle "Perhaps...but I believe if my Lord dies it'll be by his own design." he spoke what he knew to be the truth, his Lord had lived through too much. Before addressing the mans next words "Whether history remembers him is irrelevant...what matters is if he can achieve his plans. Everything he does has purpose the worst thing that could happen is it all being for nothing..." he'd say calmly. Too relaxed and unfocused to notice Satou's changes.

Ri's words made him laugh "It's quite possible, but he's usually more inventive then that. After all just think of what he did to you, from what he's told me there was no particular I'll will. You just provided him with an opportunity...he's not prone to letting those go to waste." he'd say with another chuckle. Listening to the two ninja's discuss the horrors once more. Suddenly Kaza heard Satou utter under his breathe turning to look at the ninja he saw his hand come away from his face. Watching the shinobi down his drinks in quick succession with a shaky hand. Soon he seemed to compose himself getting up without a single word, causing the Emissary to fall back onto the length of the seat.

Once more he had managed not to spill a single drop, giving a sigh he would sit up facing the table and looking at Ri. The young ninja wanted to say that perhaps it was demon issues and decided if they were Satou would most likely not want that voice. So he did what any sane person would and shrugged. When Ri spoke next the young shinobi smiled "Simply put Wind Country will be under new rule before long..." he would say with a small smile. Ri again expressed his concern for Satou and said he would be back shortly. No doubt to go investigate the loud crash from the bathroom. Something the emissary considered foolish due to the demon within there. Deciding to just giving the Kumogakure ninja sometime to help one another. No sooner had Ri left did Kaza get extremely bored, for it was unwise to leave drunk tourists alone in clubs.

'I wonder how far this Kogami Ayumu Sennin is from here...' he thought to himself. Walking through the crowd smoking his pipe standing out in the snow, only a few feet out from the club. Covered in the dark robes of his clan and the official look of him it was obvious he was not your normal club goer. A rough looking street denizen walked briskly towards Kaza the young shinobi saw a small blade shining in his hand. With a sigh he ducked the first slash, ducking around the man. Jumping up he kicked the would be assailant in the back knocking them into the snow. By the time the stranger pushed himself up Kaza would already be inside the warm club back at his booth. The only sign he had moved was the few snow flakes that had landed upon him. With a quick shake he removed those remnants of snow from his clothing and was seated at the booth taking a gulp of his drink. 'Least I managed to refrain from killing him...' he thought to himself, glad he had resisted the urge to aim his kick at the neck. Taking a puff of his pipe he placed the drink down. 'I think I'll stay here till they return, I don't want to get in trouble.' he thought with a sigh. This music made his head throb, how did people spend prolonged periods of time listening to this excuse for music.
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[Ketsueki Satou]

Repeatedly his eyes blinked form the bathroom to a scene of horrific gore and dismemberment. It was shaking him a bit, he needed to focus. He could hear a voice now and the gravity in the room changed as the water was now on the ceiling. An odd option, Satou glanced at the water pipe as it twisted slowly to block off anymore water from pouring into the room. Ri's voice could be heard in his ear for but a moment in between the constant jarring change of scenery. "I'm not feeling so hot right now. Just give me a couple minutes to clear my head." He mumbled as he brought hands to face, massaging his temples and trying to keep his eyes closed and the darkness his way of focusing on reality.

He smells rather nice, could just snatch him up right now. Tearing off his head and drink him like one of those "juice box". I wonder If I could find a human sized straw to shove down his throat to drink him up...

Don't say it.

Like a milkshake.

"Hey Ri, never let a demon into your brain. It's a horrible life choice." He sighed as he laid his head back and looked up at the ceiling. The water against the ceiling gave a weird mirrored effect. In fact all the mirrored surfaces produced one thing, Satou didn't look like Satou. Ri could see it, the creature. The hideous monstrosity inside the man in front of him. A colossally tall, lengthy creature of spindling tendrils covered in a clock of pure darkness. It's head a mass of octopus like testicles and a face similar to that of one, but its eyes were of a different shape, pure ember glow as if it was staring right at him.

Satou was slowly getting up, bracing the wall to stand, but the creature was already standing. moving, was it walking, or simply gliding along every mirrored surface towards Ri. Closer and closer the creature came towards where Ri was standing that he could actually feel its presence draw to him. A massive swelling feeling standing over him as Satou walked closer. "I need to get out of here." Satou appear to not notice that his reflection was showing the monster itself, or was this all an illusion?
Ri could feel a strange hand like pressure on his shoulder as Satou passed by him. The hand had three elongated fingers there were as thick as half his hand. "I'm heading out to the woods." He mumbled as he passed Ri and exited the bathroom. The world was shaking in his vision, all the smells and sounds perforating him and making him feel weak but also craving more.

His glowing hellish eyes looked over to Kaza who just seated himself and was by his side the next second as if he blinked into existence beside the emissary, the scent of his cologne wafting in with the scent of alcohol. His voice and demeanor was more forward as he was more closer then before that Kaza could see the pearly white fangs as "Satou's" voice left his lips. "Hey, wanna go for a walk? I'm starting to hate the crowd and the music's giving me a nasty headache. You can bring a bottle or two with you. Come on." He was immediately standing with a hand outstretched. His smile was warm, inviting as he waited to see if the little emissary would walk in the darkness with a monster like him.

 

[Uragaeshi Riyoji]

Soon after everything was "fixed," Satou mumbled something about clearing his head. Although he wasn't about to say anything sarcastic out loud, the dude just ripped a freaking sink out of the wall in a fit of... Something, so it was probably going to take more than just a few minutes to clear his head. Maybe a few years, in a nice padded room where he can hug himself all day till he feels better. Of course, he SEEMED normal before he went to the bathroom, so it might be a bit difficult to get him hooked up with as sweet a set up as that, and the whole process with all of the paperwork would be a pain too. Screw it, a few minutes would have to do.

After deciding not to sign Satou up for a free trip to looneyville, Ri was given advice, telling him not to let a demon into his head. "I agree, sounds like a bad idea. But I think it may already be too late." The boy sighed, even if he hadn't heard from the beasts inside of him in quite some time, there was no forgetting the time that he was spoken to in the middle of a battle. Not only did the bastards drink up all of his booze, they also tried to make other life decisions for him. They were supposed to be his parasites, not the other way around. A strange image began to show in all of the mirrored surfaces of the bathroom, which at first wasn't noticed by the large shinobi. The glowing amber eyes were noticed sure, but he assumed those were just the eyes of the demonic man crouched down in front of him.

It wasn't till the strange black figure began moving toward him, while the man he knew was simply standing up, that he began to notice it. To avoid doing anything embarrassing like completely drawing his blade for something that might not even be there, the boy simply grabbed the hilt of his blade and prepared to use it. The presence of this beast seemed to grow larger, more sinister with each step the man took, until he moved past him and a hand touched his shoulder. But this was not the hand of a man, it was something else. Something more evil than a man's, until it all disappeared in an instant, Satou's voice still echoing in the small tiled room. What was said, was not heard by Ri, but he was relieved to know that whatever that... Thing, was. It was gone. He quickly followed behind Satou as he walked back to the table where Kaza was waiting, looking as bored as he could in a club filled with shitty music.

Satou invited Kaza to go on a walk, and he could assume that the invitation extended to him as well. But as interesting as all of this was, Ri wouldn't want to have another run in with that monster. And it wasn't that the thing scared him, far from it, he just felt that if it were to manifest into a living, breathing creature (assuming it wasn't already) he would most likely not win. Even if it didn't have sinister intentions, it was unlikely that anything good would come from such a meeting. "I regret saying this, but I won't be able to join the two of you on that walk. I've got other things that need to be done." The boy winked at Kaza, hoping to give him the idea that help would be coming for his master, then he turned and stopped at the border of the dance floor. "Maybe we'll all see each other again soon, thanks for the drinks." With that, the boy pulled his hat lower to cover his face, and exited the club. Making sure to grab his weaponry on the way out, he sighed and tried his best to blend with the crowd as he went about doing whatever he felt like doing for the rest of the night.

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