Surviving was not a kindness in their case. They had seen things that they could never unsee. They had seen things that they never should have seen. One of them had a maddened stare, it was the sort of look some terminal patients had shortly before the sweet release of death when the pain was unbearable. The look manic patients often had when they were suddenly off of their meds and have been awake for the last 72 hours straight. The pair moved about the cell restlessly, among the dead that they had been staring at for hours barely breathing and too fearful to move. After all
HE might come back. They saw what he did to them, how he broke some of them quickly. a single blow to the face had crushed their head in, a cut through the throat caused the to almost immediately bleed out.
Those were the lucky ones. Others he relished in their pain and suffering as he broke the, bone by bone, laughed as they tried to crawl away over their dead compatriots, leaving a trail of blood behind them.
They were babbling.
"It's sort of like a whack, whir, wheeze, whine. Sputter, splat, squirt, scrape. Clink, clank, clunk, clatter. Crash, bang, beep, buzz. Ring, rip, roar, retch. Twang, toot, tinkle, thud. Pop, plop, plunk, pow. Snort, snuck, sniff, smack. Screech, splash, squish, squeak. Jingle, rattle, squeal, boing. Honk, hoot, hack, belch."
"No-no-no... it was more of a BAM, bang... then a clang, clank, clap! You heard it too didn't you? The screech, shriek, thud but no more thump-thump-thump."
When the locked door swung open then continued with this banter, the door smashed into the torso of one of the fallen with a sickening
-thunk- that pushed the body a few inches. The door was wide enough for the stranger to wander in and see the carnage. This was the first place Shouki attacked when he entered Sunagakure. Not the tower. Not some delegate. Not some damsel. No, he was filling the streets with madmen and lunatics. Those who lack sanity add an additional aspect to the criminal element, they are unpredictable.
[color=teal[i]"Shouki"[/i][/color] one of them announced in a quavering voice.
"Shh Shh... Not here!"
"It is what we were intended to say -- Shouki!"[/
They whispered and laughed huddled together with less than wholesome expressions. Making sounds. Repeating the name. One of them pointing to the blood stained wall --
he wanted to play a game.
"I'm going to call for help, I would recommend coming to the waiting area until they get here. unless you enjoy being surrounded by corpses."
Isamu called for help. The duo never departed the room, one started laughing the other started crying. Or was it the other way around?
"Wait, I have a riddle for you... he would want you to hear it."
"No, not you. ME!" The other protested.
"My turn! Did you hear about the kidnapping in the kazekage tower?" There was a moment of silence before the other opened their mouth and chimed in.
"It's OK... he woke up."
"H̷̕͞҉a͜͝ ̴̢̀͞H̸̢̧̢͢A̴̢͘͞ ́͝h͏̴́̀͘a̶͡ ͟͟͡h̴̨̀͘͡a̸͜h̛͢͟͡a̸̛h̷́͠a҉̶͡!̶̢̧͜"
The laughter was blood-chilling. was the smart thing to do, he summoned the ANBU.
Isamu would walk out of the ward, back into the front desk area where the first body still lay. As he leaned over the desk to retrieve the dead woman's headset he would note five files were left in a neat row. EACH of them numbered one through five. The files were numbered in blood.
- ⓵ Patient 14m1n7
⓶ Patient h3r3dl
⓷ Patient 16h7d1
⓸ Patient 57r1c7
⓹ Patient f1ndm3
[spoilername="Patient 14m1n7"]
Name: Akane (Red) [Birthname Okada Shusui]
Age: 15
Description: A teenager of a slight build, he has red hair and yellow eyes. He has no defining markings besides some incidental scars, several small lateral scars on his right forearm related to a training accident and some old burn scars on his back.
History: The young man has always been troubled, his parents raised concerns over his mental health when he was as young as three. His parents were both non-shinobis, merchants that often traveled between the major cities with a shinobi escort to ensure their safety in the storm so perhaps their intervention was delayed. Okada Shusui, was a chakra sensitive inherently capable of manipulating fire despite having no family history of being capable of such. There was the suspicion of infidelity after the boy's talents were discovered but if the boy has a biological link to a chakra sensitive it is unknown. The suspicions, however, led to marital discord and Okada Shusui's parents divorced when he was three. His mother left to raise Okada Shusui alone, she noted a young man prone to violent temper tantrums that she claimed were getting increasingly dangerous. While details were never provided by his birth mother, it was assumed that Okada Shusui had a difficult time controlling the fires he manipulated. He was placed in foster care in Sunagakure at the age of four and it was then that we discovered that his tantrums were physically violent and that the young man had a skilled mastery over fire despite his young age and that he was purposefully causing property damage with his flames, attacking caregivers and causing harm to other small animals.
He was sent to therapy and he was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder shortly before his fifth birthday as well as an undefined form of mania despite his young age. He was heavily medicated but resistant to the medications, the doses required to tranquilize the young man placed him in a near vegetative state. Several child and metal health advocates spoke on his behalf, condemning his caregivers for attempting to medicate away the problem. One such advocate Miyamoto Machi, a Jounin-ranked Medic not only spoke on his behalf but also insisted on taking Okada Shusui in claiming that the only way to 'fix' him was to give him a home environment, something foster care was not capable or willing to do. She was rejected initially but she appealed the rejection thrice before the previous calls were overridden. Shortly after Shusui's fifth birthday he was adopted. He never took her name but he requested a new one for himself, insisting that he be called "Akane" or "Red." He was reportedly 'difficult' to control but his adoptive parent insisted that Sunagakure stay out of what she called 'a family matter.' The building they lived in was set aflame three times the month she adopted him, however, over the course of about six months the frequency slowly declined. Approximately six months after his adoption was the last time the building was set on fire.
It was said that Akane had a 'demon' in him that needed to be controlled. At the time this was not taken literally, of course it should have. There was no reportable incident for young Akane for the next three years, he no longer took medication to control his personality disorder and diagnosed psychoses. He was enrolled in the Sunan shinobi academy at the age of 8. He was a mediocre student with some difficulties maintaining his attention, but he did pass at the age of 9 with standard grades. There were a few disciplinary incidents again involving small animals being harmed but these incidents were sporadic. He joined a genin team with two of his peers, he had some minor disciplinary issues involving insubordination regarding the team lead as well as a few scuffles with his teammates that devolved into a physical brawl but there were no recorded injuries.
He was prepped to take his Chuunin examination a month after the Cabal attacked Sunagakure. He never took the exam, he had a psychological break the third day of the incursion. His adoptive mother Miyamoto Machi was stationed in the Medical Center the duration of the attacks. After a particularly grueling double shift, she was attacked and brutally assaulted by several of the inmates that escaped the Obsidian. She died two days later after she succame to her injuries. She was apparently what held the tween together, he quickly unraveled. Once be became unbound he lashed out at those around him, making him not only a danger to himself but also others. He burned several people alive in a rampage that lasted only a few hours but he burnt down a full city block before he was sedated. He was considered mentally unfit to be tried for his actions and thus was sent to the Omni Prime Medical Center's Asylum where he has remained for the last four years. He was heavily medicated so it is a wonder that he was able to leave the facility at all but since he was not among the remains discovered we fear that he is at large.
Build: Pyro-Jinchi[/spoilername]
[spoilername="Patient h3r3dl"]
Name: Hayashida Nayoko
Age: 28
Description: Pretty and fresh-faced with large bright blue eyes and thick green hair, she is naturally pretty and she looks younger than she actually is. Many mistaken her for a teenager when she dresses like one and wears minimal make-up. She often dresses conservatively but that is to hide a number of scars that cover her torso, arms and legs.
History: Born to a pair of shinobis, she came from a family that specialized in infiltration and assassination. Both of her parents were successful Jounins so it was not a shock when she joined the academy at the age of 9. She graduated at the age of 13 with above average testing scores. And joined the ANBU shortly after graduation, rising from AiT to full-fledged ANBU within two years. She was marked as proficient in all areas. She took on several infiltration and assassination missions before she was assigned a job that would change her life forever. She was 17 when she received the assignment, she was to ingratiate herself with the criminal element in the Black Bazaar.
She was assigned to learn everything she could about Toshitala Hyotaru, the son of who they believed to be the kingpin. What she discovered upon investigation was much more than an underground gambling ring, the distribution of illegal substances or even the theft of priceless artifacts but rather human trafficking. The information she could get was limited, despite her uncanny ability to hide the leadership was cautious so she joined their ranks. Prettier than the average hoodlum she stood out but she intended to. She rose quickly in the ranks and caught the eye of one of the kingpin's lieutenants. There was believed to be an affair between them and she betrayed Sunagakure to better her assumed new lover's interests. She destroyed the intel the ANBU had collected regarding the trafficking ring, something that was never recovered.
She was eventually apprehended and brought to justice. It was only then that we discovered that she was under the influence of a power jutsu that seemed to compel her to act a certain way. She was suicidal, claiming that she "could not control it" and that she feared what she might do next. She was restrained and medicated. The only evidence of a the jutsu that compelled her was a strange, dark runic marking on her lower back that faded away before the staff's very eyes but it was a tribal symbol in the shape of a scorpion. Despite heavy medication she had made several attempts on her life, the result being the arrangement of scars on her person.
She had only been in the Asylum for 9 months, she was the newest long-term resident. While she appears to be more likely to self destruct than to cause the community harm the effects of the seal are truly unknown and she possesses a number of ANBU secrets that are also considered to be a concern.
Build: Stealth[/spoilername]
[spoilername="Patient 16h7d1"]
Name: Toru
Age: 20
Description: A young man with firely red hair and blue eyes. His features are somewhat common for a generational Sunan -- the red hair and the pale skin. He has a slight build. Really his only distinctive feature is his mullet-like haircut. His red hair like a mop on the top of his head less the lower portion that he often leaves in a thin braid that runs down part of his back ending at the bottom of his shoulder-blades.
History: Toru suffers from multiple personality disorder. True cases of such are exceedingly rare; most are eventually attributed to possessions of some sort or oddly placed kill triggers but if that is the case here then we have not discovered the source. Nothing of this young man's origins are known to Sunan officials. He was discovered five years ago in the basement of an abandoned building. His living conditions were poor, he was chained up like an animal and appeared to be severely malnourished. He was feral when he was found, violent but ineffective in causing damage he was easily subdued and restrained.
He was brought to the Omni Prime Medical Center for treatment, despite his poor living condition and the fact that he was twenty pounds underweight he appeared to be overall physically healthy. However, his mind was not. Efforts were made through genjutsu and medication to calm the young man but neither appeared to be effective. For the most part Toru, the name given to him by his caregivers at the Omni Prime Center considered him to be a loner youth whom preferred isolation. Non-verbal for the most part he prefers to stare at the corners of rooms and not make eye contact. When he does he becomes rather unpredictable. In the face of an angry rebuke Toru would reportedly roar with laughter. When one of the other patients became violent, if he was a witness he would become hyperactive. In the face of certain calm interactions such as hugs he would become wild and violent, causing damage to himself as well as others.
This went on for nearly a year before one of the Medics made a break-through. They discovered a pair of personalities within Toru, each triggered by emotions. One of the personalities he referred to as the 'introvert' -- it sought isolation and was filled with dire trepidation. While unnoticed due to his isolation, the young man had a strong psychic component that was unrealized. Those around him often shared in his sense of distress but the range was limited and when he was alone in his room the seals prevented the spread of his will. The Medic realized that when he was in proximity of Toru during one of these periods he often felt apprehensive and fearful. This would fade when he left the young man's presence but he realized that there might be a negative feedback loop being created here. Emotions could snowball into something terrible and he did not know what mental state it would leave this young man in, or rather what state it already has left him in. The other, the 'extrovert' was a persona that was full of indignant wrath. While overly more dangerous in this form, it was actually the introvert form that was more terrifying according to the Medic's findings. The fear that Toru emits often lead those around him to act out violently, creating a cyclical process of fear, paranoia and rage in the environs around him. The third and final was the 'manic', this described a set of actions, reactions and emotions Toru released when he was giddy. There was a rush of endorphin for those around him that accompanied this sense of bliss.
With his emotions, none of which sane, leaking out and effecting the world around him, Toru was determined 'unsafe.' He was to remain a patient in the Omni Prime Medical Center for likely his entire life. For the most part he has been isolated from the other patients, but there has been several careful attempts at mainstreaming the young man as of late. For the past four months he has been allowed to participate in the common areas and has developed a simplistic form of communication -- only a few words stringed together. It was believed that he was making progress finally after all of these years.
Build: Empathic with a twist[/spoilername]
[spoilername="Patient 57r1c7"]
Name: Haku Sanroni
Age: 26
Physical Description: Distinctive in appearance, His limbs are made from feathersteel, formed by Sato prosthetics. Most of his body has been augmented in one way or another, the sclera of his eyes is black. While his face has maintained a human appearance, his features appear more boyish than manish despite his face because his skin is for the most part a thin flesh-like sheath stretched over metal.
History: A prodigy of the Haku family main house, he was considered to be the most likely to lead the family when the present head stepped down. He received shinobi training at the Sunan shinobi academy. His scores were excellent, his tutors were worth the cost and he graduated top of his class that year. He quickly climbed the ranks, becoming a Jounin at the age of 17. It was then 'after he paid his dues' he continued a more formal line of education. He left for Tea Country where he was educated in literature, business, fine arts and aesthetics, At the age of 22, after being suitably groomed to take the mantle of leadership from his grandfather everything changed. He was injured during the Cabal attacks, on the very first day. He was in one of the tributary tunnels at the time when all of the tunnels less the maw exploded. He was one of the unfortunates trapped beneath the rubble in one such tunnel. He was crushed beneath heavy boulders and he remained trapped in the darkness for three days.
When Sanroni was finally found, he was badly dehydrated and his injuries were badly infected. Even if he had received excellent care it was unlikely he would have been
intact but he likely would have fared better. The Medics at the time were understaffed and overworked due to the massive casualties. Sanroni might have been among the dead if it was not for his father's connections, being a member of the main house Haku had its advantages and in this case it would save Sanroni's life but at a terrible cost. Sanroni lost his right arm and leg due to compartment syndrome almost immediately. He was also in septic shock, his left arm had a deep wound that had become infected and had reached his bloodstream. He was placed in a medical coma while medical workers worked diligently to save his life, ultimately they had but Sanroni would never be the save. His kidneys had failed due to the shock, he required dialysis. His heart was weakened from a Type II MI so his stamina was limited. His liver was worked to its limit due to the variety, frequency and strength of the medications he needed to save his life. In addition to all of this he ended up losing his left arm or rather a part of it. A hunk of muscle was taken from his arm because they had to crudely cut out the infection to save his life.
He had a long recovery ahead of him. He was also faced with the impossible expectation of his family, something he had until this point always met and sometimes exceeded. He was now sickly, gaunt and crippled. He would never be the leader his family needed, his life's efforts were all for nothing. He had to face the reality that he would have to reduce his ambitions to being able to feed himself a meal or toilet himself. He was no longer beautiful, something his family held in high regard. His face was damaged and deep twisting scars contorted his once beautiful face. [Refer to the right] It broke his sanity.
At first his desire to get better propelled him to work harder, to try to overcome his limitations but he found them to be insurmountable. He agreed to experimental treatments headed by Doctor Sato who boasted that he could make prosthetics that were as good as if not better than his original limbs. The prosthesis were successful but the psychologically damaged young man developed a body dysmorphia. He sought Dr Sato out time and time again to improve upon his work, he did not only want to be able to walk again or care for himself but he wanted to be free from the dialysis machines that tethered him to his bed thrice a week and he wanted a liver that would not leave him sallow and weak, a heart that could endure vigorous activity. He sought all this and more and he had the money to fund it, so he did. In all it is believed he underwent 154 separate procedures under Dt Sato's care. He was unrecognizable in the end and he continued to ask for more, eventually Dr. Sato became resistant, claiming that there was nothing left to be done. That as it was he was more machine than man and that even had had to wonder if there was still anything from the original man left to rip out.
Sanroni never devolved to violence but his family feared he might. He was placed in the Omni Prime Asylum for milleu treatment four weeks ago.
He was considered to be a model patient in many regards but he was considered to be clinically depressed and had some issues dealing with 'pretty people' -- they seemed to make him angry. There were several recommendations made that suggested that Sanroni would be better suited in an academic environment rather than a military village. They voiced a concern that he might eventually turn violent and felt that he would be better placed in an environment where he could expand his mind rather than work on his body.
Build: Human Puppet - neither of the bloodlines or CAs are Haku (weird eh?)[/spoilername]
[spoilername="Patient f1ndm3"]
Name: [Redacted]
Age: 32
Description: Six feet even. 194 lbs. Long dark hair and traditional garb. He lacks defining markings on his body but he is easily identified and well-known because he is considered to be the heir to a fortune making him a highly desired bachelor.
History: [Redacted until 6 months ago] He came to the Omni Prime Center voluntarily claiming that a spirit has taken over his body and has been forcing him to do terrible things. He states that the Merchant Lords of Soons Haven are in danger because he is going to kill them but he does not want to. He claims that he was cursed by some "weirdo gothic teen" when he was in Sora earlier that week. Medics have found nothing to corroborate with his paranoid version of reality and he has been defined as delusional.
Despite his stated 'danger' to society he had not demonstrated any violent behavior while under the Medics care and they have attempted to release him four times but the patient has protested his release each and every time. "He claims that blood must be spilled for the blood god and only theirs will do." Jashinist symbols have been found in his room but despite this finding he is not believed to be a Jashinist only under the delusion that he is one.
Fighting Style: He is not a trained shinobi, however he is a trained fighter. He was trained by samurais and is rumored to be capable of opening the 8 gates. [Yes, Hachimon][/spoilername]
The headset sparked to life and on the other end through the static a woman's voice could be heard.
"This is dispatch, how many I direct your call?"
"There's been an incident at The Asylum, there is a lot of dead bodies. Both patients and staff. Some of the patients are missing. the exact number is unknown. Requesting an ANBU investigation team to respond ASAP."</B><i></i>
"Please hold..." Obnoxious elevator music started to transmit over the headset. It was an ode to the oldies at the most mediocre. The woman never came back on, but a short time later a small metallic canister rolled into the room and a cloud of smoke escaped from the sides. Through the obscurity three shadows marched inside, the rustle of their clothes and the clamor of their gear gave them away. Just then a crash would be hear to the right, a fourth had also arrived. That one broke through the large glass window four ANBU arrived. One came crashing in through a window, the large pane of glass shattering inward. Where they learned overly dramatic entrances could be anyone's guess but the moderator has her suspicions. More importantly is the fact that the ANBU were not social sort, at least not nearly as much as the other branches. They held their actual identities close; as if it was more precious than anything else they owned so most left their personalities at the door. These four were no different. They did not necessarily greet Isamu as much as they ran past him, all less one who stationed himself by the door. The other three split up and swept the area, as they did they made the same discoveries Isamu had a few minutes earlier.
When the smoke finally cleared he would see a single ANBU standing a few feet away from him, blocking the door. He was large, the meaty sort of man or perhaps woman. The robes were not the most flattering form of attire.
"Brick, how many?"
(Interesting name choice)
"Five dead, one standing."<i></i> A voice boomed back in reply. Yeah, definitely a man or a middle-aged woman with a two pack a day habit.
<B>"Worker?
"Does not look like it, maybe a visitor or a patient."
One of the ANBU made their way back into the office air, shaking their head.
"Holy shit it is a mess in there," he commented. His voice sounded young, maybe a teenager. He stopped after he said that and eyed Isamu. He did not know what to think of the stranger -- was he one of the patients or a visitor that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Hey buddy, you got a name?"
A third ANBU came out from behind the second with a camera in hand. It would seem that they were taken a more technology-related approach to this investigation, it made sense considering the fact that a snapshot can only be possessed by a single person. The ANBU, thinner than the other but rather tall standing at nearly six feet would carefully step around and over the bodies, taking care to not track their blood around the room. The ANBU would stop three feet away from Isamu and wordlessly take a snapshot, the flash would be near blinding. This ANBU would the the second to discover the folders that had been left out -- all patient files and she would take a snapshot of each of these. Her bandaged fingers seemed to maintain their dexterity as she made a final snap.
"Got them sir," a woman's voice announced as she started to walk out through the door she came camera in hand.
"I will drop the film off in Tenken's office. Originals on the desk, some numbered patient files." [ANBU 1 Attempts to Leave]
"Eh?" The second ANBU would approach the desk and see what she meant. Five charts had been pulled.
"Weird... Do you know anything about this?" The tone had an underlying accusation. Had the stranger pulled these charts and if so for what reason. Did he see who had. This stranger was fairly calm, too calm to be an average citizen. Was he one of the patients or was he perhaps the cause of the incident. So many questions, but unlike the other two he was not babbling nonsense.
"You see the guy who did all of this?"
The final ANBU would come through the door, the assumed leader of the group because he asked the first questions.
"The two in the cells there are out of their gourds. Think they might have been workers but right now they are nuttier than squirrel shit." He sounded older and not particularly pleasant and had the mask of an owl.
"What have we learned?"
"Neophyte is bringing the pictures to Captain Tenken's Office. By my count we have 32 dead, 3 alive and I saw probably close to 40 patient charts plus whatever staff and visitors are among the dead. So your guess is as good as mine regarding how many loons we have on the loose. By my best guess I would say at least 15 are running a-muck as we speak.there are five files on the desk that Neophyte has copied. All of them numbered. We have five files, I do not recognize any of those mugs on the dead in there but in some cases I bet it would be hard to tell." He shrugged. One would have thought that more had escaped than just these five and they would be correct. Perhaps Shouki intended to slaughter all of them and these were the fortunate few that were able to escape his grasp. That seemed unlikely for one such as Shouki. With him nothing is ever a mistake. The files of these unfortunate and now -escaped- patients were all out on the desk. Crude numbers written in blood on the face of each of their files. Was this just another game? Perhaps there was something special about these people. Some of these people seemed to have ties to the events that happened a few years ago. Of course the damages done by the Cabal were far-reaching, there were many bodies and minds shattered as a result of the attack. People lost everything in a matter of days and so many never recovered.
No...
There was more than just five free, but the remains of these five were not among the dead. The owl masked ANBU flipped through the pages of the files and returned to the grisly scene in the rooms adjacent. As he moved to and fro the various cells and sifted through the remains he did not find those faces among the dead. Eventually one of the ANBU would ask Isamu another question.
"Do you know your medical record number or what room you were from? Actually Hawk... toss those files my way." The chattier of the ANBU requested with an outstretched hand. The files were provided and the ANBU opened each of the files to the photograph and he asked as he shown each one.
"What happened to these people?"
Isamu of course did not know. Perhaps he was even getting agitated by this time if he had not some time ago. The ANBU would cease his line of questioning.
"I'll get you a Medic soon," he assured him.
"That about does it. We should get our findings to the Captain,"
"Shouldn't we make an announcement regarding the escape?"
"No, we should leave that call to Reaper or Tenken... I do not want to be blamed for any mass hysteria."
"What about the loons still in the cell and the one out here?"
"Sigh. Phoenix, didn't you make a call?"
"I pressed the intercom, got no answer. I'll call again."
"Well, hurry up... I am not here to babysit and do the Medics job."
The banter went back and forth, they would basically ignore Isamu if he made any statements or protests -- it was not like most madmen actually knew that they were mad. Eventually someone would show up, a pretty young-looking thing with blue eyes and green hair. She was not wearing scrubs but she had a white jacket in her arms with a few drops of blood on it and a somewhat damaged headset in her ear.
"Oi! I am so sorray for keeping ya wait'n," she announced with a heavy accent.
"We've been hav'n a bit of trouble on the medical units don'cha know." She pulled the white coat open and slid her arms into the sleeves.
"A'int going to be forgetting this day, no-sir-ee." She shook her head and pulled a vial from the pocket and filled a syringe with the pale lime-colored viscous fluid.
"Just leave ev'ything to me!" She gave them a dynamite smile.
"Well, most of the patients are dead, we have two scared ones in one of the cells. Not sure if they are staff or patients but they refuse to go anywhere... So my guess, if not yet they are patients now," he let out a low laugh at their expense.
"Oh?" That seemed to surprise her as she looked over at Isamu. She did not say much as she cocked her head to the side and looked Isamu over.
"Not a problem," she concluded.
"I have this." She would wait for the ANBU to leave, shooing them as they left. Once they did she would kick the door closed with her heel. She would sidestep between Isamu and the door.
"My-my-my... aint you a pretty 'lil darling..."
OC: Considering you do the ANBU thing yourself Kaen, maybe you can do some buddy cop adventure with Isamu. Until I know if Kaen is coming, let's toss some trouble your way. Remember mission rules are pretty standard. Risk of death. Blah Blah Blah.