Board Thread:Konoha Missions/@comment-25687356-20161229020648/@comment-25687356-20161230204055

Listen & Read

Myoo was a brave one, probably the bravest on this current mission. But one would have to wonder, was this thanks to his Kirigakure roots or his newly formed Fuma line? Either way his bravery without thought would leave him in a unpredictable situation. As he approached the guitarist without any care in the world. The man playing could hear the footsteps but just assumed it was one of the many mere illusions around the place that attempted to drive weak-minded folks into blind madness. Then Myoo did the unthinkable and upon getting fifteen feet away blatantly asked him about information about the place.

There was no mistaking it at this point, another living being had entered his presence after all this time. At the point of when he asked the man was completely turned around, his backing facing Myoo but when he heard his voice. The guitar stopped and only silence rung over the area, slowly his body turned and only have of his face was revealed but his previously jovial expression went out the window. His face now looked annoyed and overall distain full, tired of the bullshit kind of face. He spoke out to the boy and then fully turned to look at him.

“I know about as much as you kid, I’d recommend you get out of here before you really get hurt.” 

The man threw his guitar down to the side and pulled out a single switch blade and looked to his outfit, noticing the symbol of Konohagakure, he was a shinobi. It didn’t matter to the man though.

'''“So, I like that coat of you’res. Let me have it or I’ll split your head into four even pieces and roast it over an open fire before enjoying it with some ecchi books.” '''The man’s face seemed normal, his mannerisms/body language normal. But the way he spoke was erratic and downright psychopathic. What would Myoo do now was the only question that remained.

(Back to the duo) 

25 or so odd minutes passed as the duo sat in the blanket of darkness with silhouette figures coming from all clutches of the darkness.

When they finally came together the silhouette began to chime in together a resonating laughter that kept getting progressively louder and louder to the point where if they didn’t cover their ears they could be left a sort of physically debilitated for some time. Though the main problem would be directly from behind them the moaning of a zombie like silhouette actually became physical and aimed to throw itself onto Reo. If it was successful it’d take a hearty chunk out of his shoulder pad on his outfit. Above them it sounded like something was shuffling to free itself and eventually another zombie would fall down onto the platform and begin to attack the two as well.

It seemed the longer they stayed the more vivid their imaginations got or more real the possible hallucinates became.