Callos_DeTerran
2008-08-16, 01:40 PM
Music (http://www.imeem.com/maustaum/music/bvbQw26k/masami_ueda_lost/)
Senao, seat of civility in the Ayasoma islands, sits cradled between the mist covered seas surrounding the Ayasoma and the unseen heights of Mt. Tenkuu. Amid it's meticulously laid streets and homes the people went about daily business, most of them ignorant about the greater problems troubling the islands among the clans, but content in their own place in their adopted home. Today was...less then normal for a select few, far from it actually. For four people a greater call had been sounded out, the air around them seemingly crackling with an unseen tension as hidden eyes peered at them from afar.
Shiro
The day had begun normally enough, there was no sign of any pesky pursuers seeking the bounty on his head, and Senao seemed to hold limitless possibilities for one of his intellect. So then what to do this day? There didn't seem to be any sort of distinctive...feeling of what was to happen or to be done and it was that bizarre feeling of warmth that comes with knowing there was no pressure to do any one thing.
That is until the summons arrived.
It had come by way of nin-crow, an odd enough happening in and of itself, who had carried a small scroll in it's claws. The oily feathered bird had balefully eyed the good doctor before dropping the scroll in front of him and nudging it forward with it's beak. With it's mission complete the large bird took flight once more, quickly vanishing around several corners before climbing higher. What the note said was simple enough.
You have been summoned to a meeting at the Ikikousa, the meeting hall. Come on the eleventh hour, four days from now. Your safety has been guaranteed by the Naitekihi for as long as you remain on those grounds. Failure to arrive at the specified time is discouraged.
A call to a meeting which promised safety and a vague threat? Certainly a pickle it was.
Muno
Business had been slow lately and leads on how to accomplish more...personal goals had proved elusive as well. That is until one of his repeat customers, a young man named Akinori, approached him with a large smile on his face.
"Muno, I've got some good news for you!" He promised before telling the Ripper about what he had heard. Several, apparently, strong shinobi were being gathered together for something or another and there were rumors that a Bashiao clansmen was among them. Rumor had it that a message was currently on it's way for Muno himself but Akinori didn't know much more then that, simply buying a new mask and then slipping away. True enough a letter was delivered to him latter.
Come to Ikikousa in an hour. There are vermin you can identify with that need to be exterminated and this is your chance to do just that.
Itaro
Ever since Itaro had arrived there had been an uneasy feeling of being watched, but on earth could that be? The Zakigin couldn't possibly be aware of his presence yet and he had made no other enemies during his relatively short stint on the islands, but this presence was almost...hostile as it observed him. It had come to a head the day before. A cloaked figure, reeking of burnt flesh and swaddled in charred bandages beneath it's ashen cloak had made itself known as it shadowed him, every now and then a brief glimpse of a single malevolent crimson eye could be seen but whenever he looked too closely at it, it just...disappeared.
Then finally it had briefly approached and spoken to him. "The time of vengeance is at hand bloodied prince, the fork of choice between satisfaction and duty is upon you now. Come to the meeting house in Senao, your quest and journey shall find guidance in those halls." Without even offering any more words the burnt specter had retreated then, making it's slow way back towards where-ever it had come from but the moment Itaro looked away it disappeared entirely.
Narumi
Something had gone wrong. It was nothing overt at first but she had received a note from Yabu. Most of it was unintelligble, a scrawl that looked like the man had meandered through the letter until finally having the coherence to put it into words and those words would send chills through most people.
They know.
It wasn't so surprising, they seemed well-established enough to know when someone was searching them out bur she had been careful and cautious, trying not to upset her prey so to speak. It was a troubling message but it didn't truly mean anything besides that her task might become even more difficult. Then she had received a different message with a script she didn't recognize.
Your expertise is required in Ikikousa. Be there tomorrow.
The Ikikousa, or Spirit's Meeting, was truly a grandiose building with an ornate style to it that one most commonly saw in the castles of feudal lords. A massive red-painted gate-way hovers above the stone-path leading to the iron double doors like a hungry maw and the sweeping architecture brought feelings of wonderment to many. Here and there one can see unknown characters painted unto the walls or pillars of the building, scoring the wood or rice paper with dark markings.
A single man sits on a cushion before the doors, sitting in the lotus position with his eyes closed. Sunlight gleamed off the bald plate of his head and the tanned skin, and looking absolutely untouchable by the word around him. He was garbed as a priest but that alone seemed unlikely considering there were few such people on the Ayasoma Islands. No weapons lay within arms reach of the meditating man but that meant little in such a day and age.
Senao, seat of civility in the Ayasoma islands, sits cradled between the mist covered seas surrounding the Ayasoma and the unseen heights of Mt. Tenkuu. Amid it's meticulously laid streets and homes the people went about daily business, most of them ignorant about the greater problems troubling the islands among the clans, but content in their own place in their adopted home. Today was...less then normal for a select few, far from it actually. For four people a greater call had been sounded out, the air around them seemingly crackling with an unseen tension as hidden eyes peered at them from afar.
Shiro
The day had begun normally enough, there was no sign of any pesky pursuers seeking the bounty on his head, and Senao seemed to hold limitless possibilities for one of his intellect. So then what to do this day? There didn't seem to be any sort of distinctive...feeling of what was to happen or to be done and it was that bizarre feeling of warmth that comes with knowing there was no pressure to do any one thing.
That is until the summons arrived.
It had come by way of nin-crow, an odd enough happening in and of itself, who had carried a small scroll in it's claws. The oily feathered bird had balefully eyed the good doctor before dropping the scroll in front of him and nudging it forward with it's beak. With it's mission complete the large bird took flight once more, quickly vanishing around several corners before climbing higher. What the note said was simple enough.
You have been summoned to a meeting at the Ikikousa, the meeting hall. Come on the eleventh hour, four days from now. Your safety has been guaranteed by the Naitekihi for as long as you remain on those grounds. Failure to arrive at the specified time is discouraged.
A call to a meeting which promised safety and a vague threat? Certainly a pickle it was.
Muno
Business had been slow lately and leads on how to accomplish more...personal goals had proved elusive as well. That is until one of his repeat customers, a young man named Akinori, approached him with a large smile on his face.
"Muno, I've got some good news for you!" He promised before telling the Ripper about what he had heard. Several, apparently, strong shinobi were being gathered together for something or another and there were rumors that a Bashiao clansmen was among them. Rumor had it that a message was currently on it's way for Muno himself but Akinori didn't know much more then that, simply buying a new mask and then slipping away. True enough a letter was delivered to him latter.
Come to Ikikousa in an hour. There are vermin you can identify with that need to be exterminated and this is your chance to do just that.
Itaro
Ever since Itaro had arrived there had been an uneasy feeling of being watched, but on earth could that be? The Zakigin couldn't possibly be aware of his presence yet and he had made no other enemies during his relatively short stint on the islands, but this presence was almost...hostile as it observed him. It had come to a head the day before. A cloaked figure, reeking of burnt flesh and swaddled in charred bandages beneath it's ashen cloak had made itself known as it shadowed him, every now and then a brief glimpse of a single malevolent crimson eye could be seen but whenever he looked too closely at it, it just...disappeared.
Then finally it had briefly approached and spoken to him. "The time of vengeance is at hand bloodied prince, the fork of choice between satisfaction and duty is upon you now. Come to the meeting house in Senao, your quest and journey shall find guidance in those halls." Without even offering any more words the burnt specter had retreated then, making it's slow way back towards where-ever it had come from but the moment Itaro looked away it disappeared entirely.
Narumi
Something had gone wrong. It was nothing overt at first but she had received a note from Yabu. Most of it was unintelligble, a scrawl that looked like the man had meandered through the letter until finally having the coherence to put it into words and those words would send chills through most people.
They know.
It wasn't so surprising, they seemed well-established enough to know when someone was searching them out bur she had been careful and cautious, trying not to upset her prey so to speak. It was a troubling message but it didn't truly mean anything besides that her task might become even more difficult. Then she had received a different message with a script she didn't recognize.
Your expertise is required in Ikikousa. Be there tomorrow.
The Ikikousa, or Spirit's Meeting, was truly a grandiose building with an ornate style to it that one most commonly saw in the castles of feudal lords. A massive red-painted gate-way hovers above the stone-path leading to the iron double doors like a hungry maw and the sweeping architecture brought feelings of wonderment to many. Here and there one can see unknown characters painted unto the walls or pillars of the building, scoring the wood or rice paper with dark markings.
A single man sits on a cushion before the doors, sitting in the lotus position with his eyes closed. Sunlight gleamed off the bald plate of his head and the tanned skin, and looking absolutely untouchable by the word around him. He was garbed as a priest but that alone seemed unlikely considering there were few such people on the Ayasoma Islands. No weapons lay within arms reach of the meditating man but that meant little in such a day and age.