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Stone Manor
by Nasamea Fri Jul 03, 2009 7:50 pm
Upon leaving Konoha, the rain had drenched Genesis’s black cloak and even started seeping into the clothes he wore beneath. Luckily, his clothes were fireproof so a simple flame took care of the water. Genesis then took the cloak off and tied it around the sheath of his blade before snapping out his wings once more and soaring high into the skies. To the naked eye he looked like a simple hawk or bird soaring freely over the lands. The sun felt warm on his back and wings as he soared high over the lands, his red cloak dancing in the wind. He watched as forest, plains, and even some villages here and there went by beneath him. For a moment Genesis had the idea of diving down and setting a village or two on fire, however he wasn’t ordered to do so and any unnecessary casualties was pointless.
Finally, Genesis could tell Kusagakura was in range due to the land beginning to flatten out into soft grassy plains. With a flap of his wings, he pushed himself forward and flew at a quicker rate. He was trying not to waste anytime as he peered around for the base, seeing the two bridges of the past. One of which had quite a few shinobi standing on it. Genesis studied the shinobi for an instant however he mostly avoided them, not wanting to cause any sort of attention at this moment. The bamboo forest now began to rise as a grey stone manor rested in its center, peeking out amongst the forest. Genesis tucked in his wings before dive bombing into the bamboo forest and hiding amongst it. He waited in silence for a moment, sensing the area around but there was nobody around to sense. Genesis could sense the presences of those that were in the base and Genesis quickly moved to its source without disturbing the bamboo.
The stone manor quickly rose up from the bamboo forest, standing high. Anyone could tell the manor was the work of a professional artisan and designer due to its fine and perfect detail from the manor itself to the iron fence that surrounded it. Many believed this manor was owned by a very wealthy man by the name of Katashi Ryuu, but little did they know that the Order ridded him many years ago and took over the place. Katashi never had any visitors and retired before his death, so many believed he was taking a long vacation. If anyone dared come to the castle, the simple excuse was that Katashi passed it onto his son or someone else in his family. Genesis stepped onto the brick path that led from the manor to the outside world, and began walking towards the gates. There was never a true need to lock them so getting in was easy. Genesis followed the stone path until he climbed up a few stares onto the porch of the manor and pulled open one of the double doors that led into it. He quickly surveyed the area of any life forms before disappearing into the manor and turning to see the white walls of the room laced with some green here and there. The furniture itself appeared as that of royalty, making Genesis a bit sick to his stomach. He never truly cared enough for royal things; he figured you should be lucky with what you got while you have it.
Genesis walked through the room, past a staircase, and into another room with a few other members of the Order in it. They were sitting around a big wooden table; where quite a few meetings had taken place before. He nodded to them, his way of acknowledging them, before continuing on his way through the manor. He truly didn’t know why he was looking around the manor; he had seen it many times before so there was nothing new this time. It had the same wooden floors, the same white walls, the same royal looking furniture, and even some of the same faces. Genesis let out a sigh before turning and making his way towards the stair case, putting a hand out and grabbing the little know on the rail before spinning around and walking up. It was lined with white carpet and same white walls, the rails themselves were wooden and appeared to have been recently polished and varnished. Genesis let out a sigh as he climbed to the top and walked down the long halls, finally finding his room. He entered, shutting the door behind him before setting his blade down on a nearby dresser and going to his desk. He sat down in the chair and leaned back, peering at all the items, books, and more he had all around as he waited on Father’s next order.
Finally, Genesis could tell Kusagakura was in range due to the land beginning to flatten out into soft grassy plains. With a flap of his wings, he pushed himself forward and flew at a quicker rate. He was trying not to waste anytime as he peered around for the base, seeing the two bridges of the past. One of which had quite a few shinobi standing on it. Genesis studied the shinobi for an instant however he mostly avoided them, not wanting to cause any sort of attention at this moment. The bamboo forest now began to rise as a grey stone manor rested in its center, peeking out amongst the forest. Genesis tucked in his wings before dive bombing into the bamboo forest and hiding amongst it. He waited in silence for a moment, sensing the area around but there was nobody around to sense. Genesis could sense the presences of those that were in the base and Genesis quickly moved to its source without disturbing the bamboo.
The stone manor quickly rose up from the bamboo forest, standing high. Anyone could tell the manor was the work of a professional artisan and designer due to its fine and perfect detail from the manor itself to the iron fence that surrounded it. Many believed this manor was owned by a very wealthy man by the name of Katashi Ryuu, but little did they know that the Order ridded him many years ago and took over the place. Katashi never had any visitors and retired before his death, so many believed he was taking a long vacation. If anyone dared come to the castle, the simple excuse was that Katashi passed it onto his son or someone else in his family. Genesis stepped onto the brick path that led from the manor to the outside world, and began walking towards the gates. There was never a true need to lock them so getting in was easy. Genesis followed the stone path until he climbed up a few stares onto the porch of the manor and pulled open one of the double doors that led into it. He quickly surveyed the area of any life forms before disappearing into the manor and turning to see the white walls of the room laced with some green here and there. The furniture itself appeared as that of royalty, making Genesis a bit sick to his stomach. He never truly cared enough for royal things; he figured you should be lucky with what you got while you have it.
Genesis walked through the room, past a staircase, and into another room with a few other members of the Order in it. They were sitting around a big wooden table; where quite a few meetings had taken place before. He nodded to them, his way of acknowledging them, before continuing on his way through the manor. He truly didn’t know why he was looking around the manor; he had seen it many times before so there was nothing new this time. It had the same wooden floors, the same white walls, the same royal looking furniture, and even some of the same faces. Genesis let out a sigh before turning and making his way towards the stair case, putting a hand out and grabbing the little know on the rail before spinning around and walking up. It was lined with white carpet and same white walls, the rails themselves were wooden and appeared to have been recently polished and varnished. Genesis let out a sigh as he climbed to the top and walked down the long halls, finally finding his room. He entered, shutting the door behind him before setting his blade down on a nearby dresser and going to his desk. He sat down in the chair and leaned back, peering at all the items, books, and more he had all around as he waited on Father’s next order.
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Re: Stone Manor
by Kyouken Uchiha Fri Jul 03, 2009 9:15 pm
**39 years ago**
Father was talking in a straight line follwed by his army of magicans who have come to end the night with the powers of magic. Thousands upon thousands of men and women of the strongest variety march beside him and stopped as The Father was about to reach up towards a podium to speak. They were talking somewhat, excited to be to say the least for this day was the day of reckoning for most of these men and women. The time was quater past noon, the day "end of shinobi", the objective find all of the shinobi and destroy anyone and everyone, to the books, to the buildings, the relics of there own kind. Father was wearing the exact same thing he wears in the present time, an all white cloak that covered his eyes but not his nose, mouth nor chin. A handsome facial appearance from the nose bottom and a devious smile arched on his face as he walks towards the podium. His walk was slow and almost unanticipating, the younger and more brash of the magicans were on there toes as they were waiting to fight, to kill, destroy while the more meek and wise of the magicans just waited for the Father to speak his mighty speech to build the morale of his followers.
The Father was no ordinary man, bare in mind. He was a powerful being to say the least, close to seeking the point of not being human at all. He was once a furicous and devilish type of magican, always reacting and taking action rather than taking the low road and be the humble magican his family wanted him to be. Father was one of the few men that the sages once said that he was the chosen one for the magican and he would bring balance unto the world so that there would be harmony amongst the people. Although the text said that he was the chosen one, they did not say whether his intentions would be for the better of this world or for the worst, it was left to say that it was in the matter of the chosen one's conscious to decide whether this world should live in peace or in destruction. The Father stop becoming brash after an incident of encountering one of the gods of the realms. The god of magic, a powerful and peaceful being who was said to be the father of the magicans. It is said that those who are humble, peaceful and graceful upon him would be tought by the magic god and those who practice under him would have amazing talents. The Father was attracted by this being, only to lust after the power that he could be bestowed upon himself. It was Father's doing that lead him to kill the god of magic and taking his powers by force after the orginal god of magic refused him seeing that his lust for power, the evil in his heart and the devil within. Father became the new god of magic and was now bestowed the darkest of all magic that was considered forbidden among all magicans, including the sages. Even will all of this power, there was something more sinister at work. As Father became more and more power, he desired more....to become a living god, to sit beside God's left hand.
Father walks towards the podium and raises his hands up high. The crowd began to cheer ever so loudly, giving Father a warm welcome as though there messiah had come to bring anew to his world. The cheers, the screams, the yelling for his name as though they were asking for there prayers. Father simmered there screams and applauses by signaling his hands. The uproaring began to decrease and the cheers silence. Father then clears his voice before exhaulting it out "My fellow magicans, sages, witches and warlocks. This is a time for you to rejoice, be thankful for all of the time well spent to make this day one day for us magican's to remember by. Right now, we are on the verge on attacking all of the villages and using our powers to bring down the heathens, the one we call the devils, the shinobi. It was them that brought you down to the lowest of the low, putting you all into poverty, causing you to become FEARFUL as they brought there chakra bringing selfs into this world and using that power for war......war that has killed your loved ones. Right now they are buried into the ground, crying the tears of death as they look upon this world and see that this chaos has continued. I say unto thee that we must end there sorrow, end there tears and bring upon a new day....a day that will make us....the magicans of the past, present and future....the new upbringing! We must go out and kill all those who stand against us. FOR WE ARE THE ONES....."
He was cut short as an explosion from the ceiling brought rubble down to the unsuspecting magicans. Those who were aware dodged them while others were not so lucky. The giant rocks from the pyramids top came down and in doing so brought forth light into the giant pyramid like building. In the middle of the ruckus there was a young boy, wearing simular clothing to a shinobi appeared with about one hundred men and women on the ground, dead. There bodies were drenched in blood, limbs apart from there body, even some heads were rolling on the ground. The boy, young in appearance but seemingly older. His hair was somewhat drenched in some of the people's blood but it was most noted that the color was blue and black. His head was down and some of the magicans were running away trying to take cover. Some of the magicans stood there ground and were ready to attack. Father, having his hands gripping onto the podium, his teeth grinding and his face enraged. He knew instantly he was a shinobi, a shinobi with that amount of skill and abilities was not of that of any magican but to point out on how fast this kid quickly dispatched himself and killed all of those men and women in a matter of seconds made his blood boil. He points out to the boy "KILL HIM, KILL THE SHINOBI!!!"
Some of the magicans turned around and charged at him, yelling profusing, cussing and all at him. They were about to prepare to turn this kids world into a hellish experience. They would not tolerate such acts upon there own race. Some of them were preparing spells while others just took out there blades or knives or whatever weapon they had on them and were about to strike. The Father could almost taste this kids blood as he was ready to watch his army tear this kid apart into nothingness. He could smell and almost touch it. The boy's head rose up slowly as the magicans got closer and closer. He reached towards his katana. The beauty of the thing as he grasped on the hilt and slowly began to reveal it. The boy looks up, his eyes were crimson red like the blood of his opponents. He stared at father for a brief second and Father's eyes made contact. For that few seconds, it seemed like a lifetime as everything began to slow down almost to a halt. The boy's eyes and Father's eyes met. For the first time, Father saw something that he never experienced.....Death. He looked at this boy and saw that he was not an ordinary shinobi nor child. He could not have been for those eyes did not have the eyes of a killer, not even an assassin nor shinobi nor anything that Father could describe. They had one thing and one thing only......Death.
The boy disappeared in an instanteous moment. The Father could not have seen where he had went, not even the best of his magic could had sensed the amount speed this boy possessed. He was trying to look around to see but all he kept on seeing as his men and women, his army fall over with blood gushing out of them profusely. Father's eyes widen as this boy was killing them with high-speed movement, if Father could really call it that. The movement was unreal, he did not even see the kid move and yet he disappeared as though he was an illusion. The men and women bodies flopping everywhere, blood bleeding outward out of all of them. It was unreal, like a dream of some sort. This cant be happening, my army....my pawns....all of them....dead...DEAD!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, WHAT THE...... He was cut off once again by this time an all black blade was by his chin and a young boy was there holding it as though he was ready to strike them down. Father looked down at the boy and see's that his head was down. He looks up and his eyes were open, his eyes were clear. He saw that all of his men and women, his army was dead before him. Was this an illusion, was this boy playing a trick on him? It seemed so much like it and yet it was not. In a matter of seconds, a matter of pure seconds, this boy had killed all of the army of magicans, wizards, sages, witches and warlocks. They were dead, every single one of them and this boy achieved it as though it was nothing. He look down at the boy, he looked up at him. The Father's teeth began to nash but the boys face was all too calm. His face was calm and soothing almost, tranquil to say the least. Father cursed out at the boy but all the boy had to say was
"Kai..."
An explosiong proceeded after, this time from underneath the ground and causing the pyramid to shake immensely. Father tripped over but the boy grabbed him and ripped his sword right through his chest, piercing the sternum, through his chestplate, through his lungs and out the back. The boy began to slice downward towards the Father's heart and through his internal organs. He threw up blood and gushing out of his body. The boy pulls back and does a jumping reverse roundhouse kick to the Father's chin, his face went inward and his body began to spin towards the rocks, slamming his body right into it. He falls forward slowly and onto the ground. He was coughing and moaning as the boy stood there and cleaned off his blade. Fire was spouting everywhere and more after explosion began to make its impact on the pyramid. It was falling inward and was going to cause the pyramid to tumble inward. The boy walked up to Father, he was surprise he was actually still alive but not to say the least, he had no idea that he was the god of magic and only thought of him as a human. He kneeled down and looked at Father. Father raises his head up and says to him
"Who.....Who....who the hell are you...."
The boy said his name and stands back up. He saw that the internal structure was about to fall over and will cause this place to tumble. He runs out, but his running was so quick that he left an aftertrail off one self and a trail of blue and black. It was quick, almost unseen by the eye. Father looks at the aftertrail and wishes that he was more defended than this. He felt weak, he slammed his hand down on the ground and vows for revenge for the person who defeated his army and will make sure that all those who follow the shinobi way will die by his hands
**Present time***
Father was sitting his chair beside the wooden desk. He appeared out of nowhere, one would might say and he truly did. Father had an ability to transport his own body to different parts of the world in either separte or as a whole. He had his legs folded and his cloak covering his body. He was watching Genesis from afar. Even by the most powerful of him, Father hid his whole entire presence. No one was able to see that he had been watching Genesis, examing him, almost anaylsising him. He had a purpose for Genesis and regardless of what he said to him last time, he planned on using him till his death. Father raises his hands and snaps his fingers and instantly that invisibility that he placed upon himself disappeared. Immediately Genesis could sense his presence and could see that he was sitting there
"Well well, my boy. Have you been comfortable here?"
His voice and smile was almost cracking to here. He was somewhat of a manipulative bastard if one might to get to know him but because he had the powers of the god of magic, he was able to hide it to a point of perfection. Only those who were trained by a unknown being could had obtain such sensoring to see that he was hiding it and there were only a few people in the world that could know it. His voice was somewhat cracking but at the same time soothing to the touch and eyes. It was a contradictory voice almost, deceptive yet believable, cunning and yet not at all. "Im here to give you another order, an order that will most definitely help me. Its an assassination attempt". He slides a file on the table towards Genesis direction "The name is Nokutisu Caelum aka Kyouken Uchiha. A well known shinobi that is legendary for his immense intelligence, speed and diversity in all types of fighting whether ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu. He's a powerful being to be exact, one might say he is a god amongst gods or a god amongst men, but I see him only a an overpowering shinobi who will get in my way when push comes to shove. I need you to kill him as he is one of The Order's greatest threats"
Father was talking in a straight line follwed by his army of magicans who have come to end the night with the powers of magic. Thousands upon thousands of men and women of the strongest variety march beside him and stopped as The Father was about to reach up towards a podium to speak. They were talking somewhat, excited to be to say the least for this day was the day of reckoning for most of these men and women. The time was quater past noon, the day "end of shinobi", the objective find all of the shinobi and destroy anyone and everyone, to the books, to the buildings, the relics of there own kind. Father was wearing the exact same thing he wears in the present time, an all white cloak that covered his eyes but not his nose, mouth nor chin. A handsome facial appearance from the nose bottom and a devious smile arched on his face as he walks towards the podium. His walk was slow and almost unanticipating, the younger and more brash of the magicans were on there toes as they were waiting to fight, to kill, destroy while the more meek and wise of the magicans just waited for the Father to speak his mighty speech to build the morale of his followers.
The Father was no ordinary man, bare in mind. He was a powerful being to say the least, close to seeking the point of not being human at all. He was once a furicous and devilish type of magican, always reacting and taking action rather than taking the low road and be the humble magican his family wanted him to be. Father was one of the few men that the sages once said that he was the chosen one for the magican and he would bring balance unto the world so that there would be harmony amongst the people. Although the text said that he was the chosen one, they did not say whether his intentions would be for the better of this world or for the worst, it was left to say that it was in the matter of the chosen one's conscious to decide whether this world should live in peace or in destruction. The Father stop becoming brash after an incident of encountering one of the gods of the realms. The god of magic, a powerful and peaceful being who was said to be the father of the magicans. It is said that those who are humble, peaceful and graceful upon him would be tought by the magic god and those who practice under him would have amazing talents. The Father was attracted by this being, only to lust after the power that he could be bestowed upon himself. It was Father's doing that lead him to kill the god of magic and taking his powers by force after the orginal god of magic refused him seeing that his lust for power, the evil in his heart and the devil within. Father became the new god of magic and was now bestowed the darkest of all magic that was considered forbidden among all magicans, including the sages. Even will all of this power, there was something more sinister at work. As Father became more and more power, he desired more....to become a living god, to sit beside God's left hand.
Father walks towards the podium and raises his hands up high. The crowd began to cheer ever so loudly, giving Father a warm welcome as though there messiah had come to bring anew to his world. The cheers, the screams, the yelling for his name as though they were asking for there prayers. Father simmered there screams and applauses by signaling his hands. The uproaring began to decrease and the cheers silence. Father then clears his voice before exhaulting it out "My fellow magicans, sages, witches and warlocks. This is a time for you to rejoice, be thankful for all of the time well spent to make this day one day for us magican's to remember by. Right now, we are on the verge on attacking all of the villages and using our powers to bring down the heathens, the one we call the devils, the shinobi. It was them that brought you down to the lowest of the low, putting you all into poverty, causing you to become FEARFUL as they brought there chakra bringing selfs into this world and using that power for war......war that has killed your loved ones. Right now they are buried into the ground, crying the tears of death as they look upon this world and see that this chaos has continued. I say unto thee that we must end there sorrow, end there tears and bring upon a new day....a day that will make us....the magicans of the past, present and future....the new upbringing! We must go out and kill all those who stand against us. FOR WE ARE THE ONES....."
He was cut short as an explosion from the ceiling brought rubble down to the unsuspecting magicans. Those who were aware dodged them while others were not so lucky. The giant rocks from the pyramids top came down and in doing so brought forth light into the giant pyramid like building. In the middle of the ruckus there was a young boy, wearing simular clothing to a shinobi appeared with about one hundred men and women on the ground, dead. There bodies were drenched in blood, limbs apart from there body, even some heads were rolling on the ground. The boy, young in appearance but seemingly older. His hair was somewhat drenched in some of the people's blood but it was most noted that the color was blue and black. His head was down and some of the magicans were running away trying to take cover. Some of the magicans stood there ground and were ready to attack. Father, having his hands gripping onto the podium, his teeth grinding and his face enraged. He knew instantly he was a shinobi, a shinobi with that amount of skill and abilities was not of that of any magican but to point out on how fast this kid quickly dispatched himself and killed all of those men and women in a matter of seconds made his blood boil. He points out to the boy "KILL HIM, KILL THE SHINOBI!!!"
Some of the magicans turned around and charged at him, yelling profusing, cussing and all at him. They were about to prepare to turn this kids world into a hellish experience. They would not tolerate such acts upon there own race. Some of them were preparing spells while others just took out there blades or knives or whatever weapon they had on them and were about to strike. The Father could almost taste this kids blood as he was ready to watch his army tear this kid apart into nothingness. He could smell and almost touch it. The boy's head rose up slowly as the magicans got closer and closer. He reached towards his katana. The beauty of the thing as he grasped on the hilt and slowly began to reveal it. The boy looks up, his eyes were crimson red like the blood of his opponents. He stared at father for a brief second and Father's eyes made contact. For that few seconds, it seemed like a lifetime as everything began to slow down almost to a halt. The boy's eyes and Father's eyes met. For the first time, Father saw something that he never experienced.....Death. He looked at this boy and saw that he was not an ordinary shinobi nor child. He could not have been for those eyes did not have the eyes of a killer, not even an assassin nor shinobi nor anything that Father could describe. They had one thing and one thing only......Death.
The boy disappeared in an instanteous moment. The Father could not have seen where he had went, not even the best of his magic could had sensed the amount speed this boy possessed. He was trying to look around to see but all he kept on seeing as his men and women, his army fall over with blood gushing out of them profusely. Father's eyes widen as this boy was killing them with high-speed movement, if Father could really call it that. The movement was unreal, he did not even see the kid move and yet he disappeared as though he was an illusion. The men and women bodies flopping everywhere, blood bleeding outward out of all of them. It was unreal, like a dream of some sort. This cant be happening, my army....my pawns....all of them....dead...DEAD!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, WHAT THE...... He was cut off once again by this time an all black blade was by his chin and a young boy was there holding it as though he was ready to strike them down. Father looked down at the boy and see's that his head was down. He looks up and his eyes were open, his eyes were clear. He saw that all of his men and women, his army was dead before him. Was this an illusion, was this boy playing a trick on him? It seemed so much like it and yet it was not. In a matter of seconds, a matter of pure seconds, this boy had killed all of the army of magicans, wizards, sages, witches and warlocks. They were dead, every single one of them and this boy achieved it as though it was nothing. He look down at the boy, he looked up at him. The Father's teeth began to nash but the boys face was all too calm. His face was calm and soothing almost, tranquil to say the least. Father cursed out at the boy but all the boy had to say was
"Kai..."
An explosiong proceeded after, this time from underneath the ground and causing the pyramid to shake immensely. Father tripped over but the boy grabbed him and ripped his sword right through his chest, piercing the sternum, through his chestplate, through his lungs and out the back. The boy began to slice downward towards the Father's heart and through his internal organs. He threw up blood and gushing out of his body. The boy pulls back and does a jumping reverse roundhouse kick to the Father's chin, his face went inward and his body began to spin towards the rocks, slamming his body right into it. He falls forward slowly and onto the ground. He was coughing and moaning as the boy stood there and cleaned off his blade. Fire was spouting everywhere and more after explosion began to make its impact on the pyramid. It was falling inward and was going to cause the pyramid to tumble inward. The boy walked up to Father, he was surprise he was actually still alive but not to say the least, he had no idea that he was the god of magic and only thought of him as a human. He kneeled down and looked at Father. Father raises his head up and says to him
"Who.....Who....who the hell are you...."
The boy said his name and stands back up. He saw that the internal structure was about to fall over and will cause this place to tumble. He runs out, but his running was so quick that he left an aftertrail off one self and a trail of blue and black. It was quick, almost unseen by the eye. Father looks at the aftertrail and wishes that he was more defended than this. He felt weak, he slammed his hand down on the ground and vows for revenge for the person who defeated his army and will make sure that all those who follow the shinobi way will die by his hands
**Present time***
Father was sitting his chair beside the wooden desk. He appeared out of nowhere, one would might say and he truly did. Father had an ability to transport his own body to different parts of the world in either separte or as a whole. He had his legs folded and his cloak covering his body. He was watching Genesis from afar. Even by the most powerful of him, Father hid his whole entire presence. No one was able to see that he had been watching Genesis, examing him, almost anaylsising him. He had a purpose for Genesis and regardless of what he said to him last time, he planned on using him till his death. Father raises his hands and snaps his fingers and instantly that invisibility that he placed upon himself disappeared. Immediately Genesis could sense his presence and could see that he was sitting there
"Well well, my boy. Have you been comfortable here?"
His voice and smile was almost cracking to here. He was somewhat of a manipulative bastard if one might to get to know him but because he had the powers of the god of magic, he was able to hide it to a point of perfection. Only those who were trained by a unknown being could had obtain such sensoring to see that he was hiding it and there were only a few people in the world that could know it. His voice was somewhat cracking but at the same time soothing to the touch and eyes. It was a contradictory voice almost, deceptive yet believable, cunning and yet not at all. "Im here to give you another order, an order that will most definitely help me. Its an assassination attempt". He slides a file on the table towards Genesis direction "The name is Nokutisu Caelum aka Kyouken Uchiha. A well known shinobi that is legendary for his immense intelligence, speed and diversity in all types of fighting whether ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu. He's a powerful being to be exact, one might say he is a god amongst gods or a god amongst men, but I see him only a an overpowering shinobi who will get in my way when push comes to shove. I need you to kill him as he is one of The Order's greatest threats"
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Re: Stone Manor
by Nasamea Sat Jul 04, 2009 1:56 am
Genesis stood up for a moment to open his window slightly, letting a sweet smelling breeze in as the birds chirped. He walked back over to his desk and sat back down in his chair, glancing up for a moment at an odd feeling that came over him. However, he couldn’t explain it so he shrugged and grabbed a book. It had ancient inscriptions, like the Genesis Blade, and appeared like it had aged over a long period of time. He propped it open on the desk in front of him and began to read the odd inscriptions, something he had been taught many years ago by his mentor, best friend, and what he considered his father, Ajax. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, remembering some memories before suddenly his eyes flicked back open at the sudden snap and new presence in the room. ‘Where’d he come from all of a sudden,’ Genesis thought as he peered up at Father, ‘I didn’t even sense him.’ Genesis closed the book before looking at Father in his white cloak, “greetings my lord.”
"Well well, my boy. Have you been comfortable here?" As he spoke his voice sounded like it was slightly cracking, making Genesis look at him with a bit of concern. However, Genesis’s face returned back to normal as he smiled slightly, “I guess so, very fine place here… however I will admit I’m not a fan of big and fancy, but a home is a home is it not?” He was watching Father’s every movement, trying to get more information on him just by his appearance, his voice, his movements; anything that would give away the slightest information. Genesis felt deep down he would need all the information he could possibly gain for later reference.
As Father spoke, his voice slightly puzzled Genesis due its odd tone that most humans don’t use; considering most humans were straightforward when they spoke. This only gave away that Father must have been hiding something; or was he truly being honest? Genesis himself wasn’t for sure, and this only meant he was still a bit ignorant of who Father was exactly. From what he had gained, he felt Father was someone who would use anyone to achieve his goals, even if it meant throwing away their lives for a so called “great world” that Genesis truly didn’t even believe in. Genesis was leaning back in the chair, his hand placed under his chin as he relaxed. He was listening intently to Father’s words, watching as he slid a file over to him. He finally moved as he leaned forward and grabbed it before leaning back and opening it to see a picture and papers on a shinobi. For some reason Genesis felt the face looked oddly familiar, yet Genesis could have sworn he had never seen this man in his whole life.
"The name is Nokutisu Caelum aka Kyouken Uchiha. A well known shinobi that is legendary for his immense intelligence, speed and diversity in all types of fighting whether ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu. He's a powerful being to be exact, one might say he is a god amongst gods or a god amongst men, but I see him only a an overpowering shinobi who will get in my way when push comes to shove. I need you to kill him as he is one of The Order's greatest threats"
The way Father described this ninja and used an odd tone must of meant that somewhere Father must have feared this man; and to send Genesis either meant he wanted Genesis dead or his words he said earlier were true and he believed Genesis was a good pawn. This troubled Genesis and at that moment, he knew that his leader was not the right leader to follow. However, he looked up at Father with the most convincing eyes, tone, and body movements possible; not letting his guard down the slightest. “My lord I will dispose of this threat immediately and come back with his head as proof. If I don’t come back with his head,” Genesis smiled slightly, “blame the flames.” His face then got more serious and he closed his eyes, “and if I don’t come back at all…. Then forgive me for it means I have failed and most likely died….. if this occurs then I thank you for all that you have given me and hope you succeed in the new world we look forward too.” Genesis looked back up before rising to his feet, placing the file carefully inside his cloak so it wouldn’t fall or blow out. He bowed his head slightly, “I will not waste any time and I shall return, till then farewell my lord.” He turned to the window, peering outside before closing it and grabbing his blade, making his way out of the room. For a moment he stopped, “oh!” He turned back around and quickly walked over to his desk, grabbing a book written in ancient text before putting it in his cloak. “Forgive me, it’s my favorite book and I wanted to re-read it” he began to walk out, “you should try finding a copy, its called Loveless, very good book indeed.”
With that he walked out of the room and walked casually to the double doors, exiting and stepping foot outside. He peered around as he made way through the bamboo forest, walking through the gate and along the brick path. Once he felt nobody was around, his wings snapped out and he pushed off the ground, taking flight in search of his new target. He remembered what he had read in the file and dived slightly to catch a wind current, gliding on it as he headed towards Kirigakura.
"Well well, my boy. Have you been comfortable here?" As he spoke his voice sounded like it was slightly cracking, making Genesis look at him with a bit of concern. However, Genesis’s face returned back to normal as he smiled slightly, “I guess so, very fine place here… however I will admit I’m not a fan of big and fancy, but a home is a home is it not?” He was watching Father’s every movement, trying to get more information on him just by his appearance, his voice, his movements; anything that would give away the slightest information. Genesis felt deep down he would need all the information he could possibly gain for later reference.
As Father spoke, his voice slightly puzzled Genesis due its odd tone that most humans don’t use; considering most humans were straightforward when they spoke. This only gave away that Father must have been hiding something; or was he truly being honest? Genesis himself wasn’t for sure, and this only meant he was still a bit ignorant of who Father was exactly. From what he had gained, he felt Father was someone who would use anyone to achieve his goals, even if it meant throwing away their lives for a so called “great world” that Genesis truly didn’t even believe in. Genesis was leaning back in the chair, his hand placed under his chin as he relaxed. He was listening intently to Father’s words, watching as he slid a file over to him. He finally moved as he leaned forward and grabbed it before leaning back and opening it to see a picture and papers on a shinobi. For some reason Genesis felt the face looked oddly familiar, yet Genesis could have sworn he had never seen this man in his whole life.
"The name is Nokutisu Caelum aka Kyouken Uchiha. A well known shinobi that is legendary for his immense intelligence, speed and diversity in all types of fighting whether ninjutsu, taijutsu, or genjutsu. He's a powerful being to be exact, one might say he is a god amongst gods or a god amongst men, but I see him only a an overpowering shinobi who will get in my way when push comes to shove. I need you to kill him as he is one of The Order's greatest threats"
The way Father described this ninja and used an odd tone must of meant that somewhere Father must have feared this man; and to send Genesis either meant he wanted Genesis dead or his words he said earlier were true and he believed Genesis was a good pawn. This troubled Genesis and at that moment, he knew that his leader was not the right leader to follow. However, he looked up at Father with the most convincing eyes, tone, and body movements possible; not letting his guard down the slightest. “My lord I will dispose of this threat immediately and come back with his head as proof. If I don’t come back with his head,” Genesis smiled slightly, “blame the flames.” His face then got more serious and he closed his eyes, “and if I don’t come back at all…. Then forgive me for it means I have failed and most likely died….. if this occurs then I thank you for all that you have given me and hope you succeed in the new world we look forward too.” Genesis looked back up before rising to his feet, placing the file carefully inside his cloak so it wouldn’t fall or blow out. He bowed his head slightly, “I will not waste any time and I shall return, till then farewell my lord.” He turned to the window, peering outside before closing it and grabbing his blade, making his way out of the room. For a moment he stopped, “oh!” He turned back around and quickly walked over to his desk, grabbing a book written in ancient text before putting it in his cloak. “Forgive me, it’s my favorite book and I wanted to re-read it” he began to walk out, “you should try finding a copy, its called Loveless, very good book indeed.”
With that he walked out of the room and walked casually to the double doors, exiting and stepping foot outside. He peered around as he made way through the bamboo forest, walking through the gate and along the brick path. Once he felt nobody was around, his wings snapped out and he pushed off the ground, taking flight in search of his new target. He remembered what he had read in the file and dived slightly to catch a wind current, gliding on it as he headed towards Kirigakura.
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Re: Stone Manor
by Nasamea Thu Jul 09, 2009 3:58 am
Genesis's room, which had been occupied by Father and Genesis earlier that day, now lay still, waiting for Genesis to return home. The wind from outside blew through the bamboo shoots, creating an odd tune before blowing up against the glass, making it rattle for an instant. A small bonsai tree sat on the window pane, peering out over the bamboo forest and guarding the window for any intruders. Due to recent activity and Genesis not being at the base as much, a small arachnid had made its home in one of the upper corners of the room, just above Genesis's mostly empty closet. A fly had recently flown into this silky web, squirming as it tried to get free from its death trap. Genesis's books full of modern and even ancient text filled a few book cases that lined the walls near the desk; books Genesis had already read and occasionally used to re-study. The game Shogi even sat in one the bookshelves, waiting to be played and used. However, it appeared that nobody had used or opened the game for years, a sign Genesis had had it for a long time. A few simple black feathers even sat in odd areas of the room; such as beneath Genesis's desk and near a bookshelf. The room itself was silent, waiting for a disturbance when suddenly it had occurred.
A small black portal above the desk opened up from out of thin air, making a slight swooshing sound before a white piece of folded up paper fell from it and plopped onto Genesis's desk. The paper had Father inscribed in ancient letters on the front, something Genesis knew he could read since Genesis had showed him plenty of times before. As the paper hit the table and the small portal disappeared, the stillness of the room took over once more. The note sat and waited for Father's eyes; a small black feather was folded up on the inside of the paper, along with the message that read,
"Forgive me my lord, but upon meeting Noctis I decided to take new action. Rather then assassinating him now, I chose to keep him alive to gather more information and gain his trust. This way, we will be able to know any ninja that may decide to attack you and the Order and eventually, once I gain Noctis's trust, our greatest threat will be assassinated when he least expects it. Currently, we are on a boat nearby Kirigakure and are heading to a meeting at the Kage summit. I will continue to send you any updates or news I come across as my travel with Noctis continues. Please be ready for the word of his assassination, for I plan to end his life soon. Once he is out of our way, we will finally be one step closer to the dawn of the new world."
-Genesis
A small black portal above the desk opened up from out of thin air, making a slight swooshing sound before a white piece of folded up paper fell from it and plopped onto Genesis's desk. The paper had Father inscribed in ancient letters on the front, something Genesis knew he could read since Genesis had showed him plenty of times before. As the paper hit the table and the small portal disappeared, the stillness of the room took over once more. The note sat and waited for Father's eyes; a small black feather was folded up on the inside of the paper, along with the message that read,
"Forgive me my lord, but upon meeting Noctis I decided to take new action. Rather then assassinating him now, I chose to keep him alive to gather more information and gain his trust. This way, we will be able to know any ninja that may decide to attack you and the Order and eventually, once I gain Noctis's trust, our greatest threat will be assassinated when he least expects it. Currently, we are on a boat nearby Kirigakure and are heading to a meeting at the Kage summit. I will continue to send you any updates or news I come across as my travel with Noctis continues. Please be ready for the word of his assassination, for I plan to end his life soon. Once he is out of our way, we will finally be one step closer to the dawn of the new world."
-Genesis
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