Moro made his way quickly and quietly along the rarely freqented corridors of the second level of the Sileo Tempestas, a particularly strange and expensive looking gilded music box under one arm. Truth be told, getting rid of the thing finally would be a relief. Ever since obtaining it, the operative had incredibly strange and disturbing dreams, awaking every night either on the floor of his quarters, in a cold sweat gasping for breath, or both.
Heavy renforced blast doors granted him acess to his destination, the Reagent Commander's office. "Reagent Commander-sama, Tagiushi Moro reporting." He bowed deeply past his waist and would wait to be acknowledged.
"I want to start off by saying that everything in this mission was wrong. Not that the intel was bad or that I didn't complete my objective, but where we were in that Raiden forsaken hospital, the area itself didn't seem to be governed by the laws of the universe that we call our day to day. I was only able to obtain one of the two items. Also, the trainee who accompanied me on this assignment disobeyed orders and fell unconscious in the Red Room. Luckily I was able to retrieve his body while I was escaping. Here is the box." With permission, he would place the object on Rin's desk.
"Please don't turn the crank. From my experience it causes everyone within earshot immense pain and mental shock." He cleared his throat before continuing, glancing away from Rin's eye contact. "When the old woman turned it fast enough, it brought me back, physically, to the night of the October Rebellion. I wasn't able to change the course of my memories in any fashion, but I felt everything I felt that night. It was very real. I'm sorry that I was unable to obtain the mark. I failed." He scratched his throat absentmindedly before consciously stopping himself. Where the old woman had poked his throat with her spear, even though it was a small wound, it had quickly festered and itched uncontrollably at times. The resident mednin of the Sileo had been stumped, but since it was so small all of them had eventually brushed it off. Moro then held his hand out to Rin, in the customary gesture for exchanging Snapshot jutsu.
Heavy renforced blast doors granted him acess to his destination, the Reagent Commander's office. "Reagent Commander-sama, Tagiushi Moro reporting." He bowed deeply past his waist and would wait to be acknowledged.
"I want to start off by saying that everything in this mission was wrong. Not that the intel was bad or that I didn't complete my objective, but where we were in that Raiden forsaken hospital, the area itself didn't seem to be governed by the laws of the universe that we call our day to day. I was only able to obtain one of the two items. Also, the trainee who accompanied me on this assignment disobeyed orders and fell unconscious in the Red Room. Luckily I was able to retrieve his body while I was escaping. Here is the box." With permission, he would place the object on Rin's desk.
"Please don't turn the crank. From my experience it causes everyone within earshot immense pain and mental shock." He cleared his throat before continuing, glancing away from Rin's eye contact. "When the old woman turned it fast enough, it brought me back, physically, to the night of the October Rebellion. I wasn't able to change the course of my memories in any fashion, but I felt everything I felt that night. It was very real. I'm sorry that I was unable to obtain the mark. I failed." He scratched his throat absentmindedly before consciously stopping himself. Where the old woman had poked his throat with her spear, even though it was a small wound, it had quickly festered and itched uncontrollably at times. The resident mednin of the Sileo had been stumped, but since it was so small all of them had eventually brushed it off. Moro then held his hand out to Rin, in the customary gesture for exchanging Snapshot jutsu.