Misplaced Timing
May 13, 2011 19:48:46 GMT
Post by Zeo on May 13, 2011 19:48:46 GMT
Okay then.
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Danzo blinks down at the damage as blood leaks out of the side of his lips, and it positively oozes down from the shrapnel of rock embedded in his torso. Weakly he lifts a hand toward the battered shield of metal around his right arm and tries to rip it, and the bandages beneath, off- to no avail.
His physical strength is waning with each exhausted breath he manages to swallow down, and he stares down at your own broken form with unconcealed malice. "Out.. done... by a... fox..." he rasps weakly before coughing violently and spraying the ground before him with more blood.
With those parting words, and to your disbelief, wooden roots begin rushing up out of the very arm he was trying to free and dig into his flesh painfully, spreading out like a malevolent disease until all that remains visible is his twisted and anguished face... and then blood soaked roots twist up out of the back of his throat to wrap over even that.
What the hell just happened!? You ask silently, shocked by the hideous demise of the elder shinobi. If that is what happens when someone with the first's bloodline techniques dies... I'm grateful he didn't, but I wonder why Yamato never suffered the same fate? for a long moment you consider that, before the more pressing matter returns to your thoughts; you are paralyzed and stuck in enemy territory.
Trying to move your fingers gets you no where. Trying to move your arm, your shoulder, either of them and even your legs only sends a lance of pain roaring through your twisted spine. Panting from it and giving up to lay there to rest, you concede that this victory could easily turn upside down if the rest of Danzo's ROOT return to check on their leader.
Kyuubi! Help me out here, I know you can heal my body in time. You ask it. Silence is your only answer for a long time, and then a faint surge of burning energy runs through your body, igniting nerve endings and yanking at misplaced bones to drag them back into position. Your voice echoes off of the halls from the pain of it, so much more intense than few other wounds have ever been, and after a small eternity the burn fades away to a dull ache.
Your Sage Mode expired while in the throws of agony and healing, and the bright Shroud loses some of its luster before retreating back under the surface again. Slowly you roll onto your stomach and find the strength to push up to your hands and knees, then expel the contents of your stomach violently, body shaking uncontrollably.
In time, after dry heaving for another few minutes, you are able to rise all the way to your feet and back away from the terribly smelling mess.
Your eyes scan the area to find the direction out, but there are no fewer than three of them.
Which do you take?
A. North; the same way the ROOT members fled.
B. East; the faint sound of machinery echoes back as you listen.
C. South; the direction you woke up facing.
Another note on the choice: We may gain an ally months ahead of schedule if we pick the correct path, but we could also walk into a series of traps. Only one will lead out and toward the normal series of events.
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Danzo blinks down at the damage as blood leaks out of the side of his lips, and it positively oozes down from the shrapnel of rock embedded in his torso. Weakly he lifts a hand toward the battered shield of metal around his right arm and tries to rip it, and the bandages beneath, off- to no avail.
His physical strength is waning with each exhausted breath he manages to swallow down, and he stares down at your own broken form with unconcealed malice. "Out.. done... by a... fox..." he rasps weakly before coughing violently and spraying the ground before him with more blood.
With those parting words, and to your disbelief, wooden roots begin rushing up out of the very arm he was trying to free and dig into his flesh painfully, spreading out like a malevolent disease until all that remains visible is his twisted and anguished face... and then blood soaked roots twist up out of the back of his throat to wrap over even that.
What the hell just happened!? You ask silently, shocked by the hideous demise of the elder shinobi. If that is what happens when someone with the first's bloodline techniques dies... I'm grateful he didn't, but I wonder why Yamato never suffered the same fate? for a long moment you consider that, before the more pressing matter returns to your thoughts; you are paralyzed and stuck in enemy territory.
Trying to move your fingers gets you no where. Trying to move your arm, your shoulder, either of them and even your legs only sends a lance of pain roaring through your twisted spine. Panting from it and giving up to lay there to rest, you concede that this victory could easily turn upside down if the rest of Danzo's ROOT return to check on their leader.
Kyuubi! Help me out here, I know you can heal my body in time. You ask it. Silence is your only answer for a long time, and then a faint surge of burning energy runs through your body, igniting nerve endings and yanking at misplaced bones to drag them back into position. Your voice echoes off of the halls from the pain of it, so much more intense than few other wounds have ever been, and after a small eternity the burn fades away to a dull ache.
Your Sage Mode expired while in the throws of agony and healing, and the bright Shroud loses some of its luster before retreating back under the surface again. Slowly you roll onto your stomach and find the strength to push up to your hands and knees, then expel the contents of your stomach violently, body shaking uncontrollably.
In time, after dry heaving for another few minutes, you are able to rise all the way to your feet and back away from the terribly smelling mess.
Your eyes scan the area to find the direction out, but there are no fewer than three of them.
Which do you take?
A. North; the same way the ROOT members fled.
B. East; the faint sound of machinery echoes back as you listen.
C. South; the direction you woke up facing.
Another note on the choice: We may gain an ally months ahead of schedule if we pick the correct path, but we could also walk into a series of traps. Only one will lead out and toward the normal series of events.