Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-30362709-20170409225225/@comment-28929139-20170413111424

Tak wasn't expecting that. Ultimately, this unpleasant surprise would be for her own good, but right now, she didn't think so. Quite frankly too though, she could barely think at all right now. She had been waiting for Noir when she noticed the sky turn a slight tint darker and a wave of leaves wafted past her. Her eyes followed the leaves with a conclusive upsweep that concluded with her being greeted with the eyeless, severed head of a cow sitting upon a shirtless man's shoulders. "Tchh!!!!-" She gasped while sucking in a hiss of a breath. Tak's tan scowling face had been completely blanched white with shock and terror. Perhaps Noir's jutsu had been quite powerful, but between psychosomatics and outright fear in its rawest forms, the girl was positively glued, bound and frozen in place. She was nine years old again and alone in her deserted house when that huge fire happened. There were these strange half dressed men in crude-cut wooden masks that were shoddily painted white with red lines with a large shirtless man in the center with his cow head for a mask, and they were out in the dark...just walking around. Believed to be a group of petty bandits just wanting to scare people at first, they plagued her home village for some months, their mere appearance causing strange and terrible things to happen. People had gone missing, and would only be found again dead in wake of their next visit. People would hallucinate and mysteriously fall ill, sometimes they would recover, sometimes they didn't. And nature would sometimes take a turn for the nasty, which had been especially true for their last sighted visit. A generous portion of the village had succumbed to arson and nearly all the soil and plant life surrounding it had been permanently rendered dead. The most unnerving part about them was that they were never seen actually committing these atrocities. They were always standing still or walking slow enough to be going backwards. For that reason, these beings...these figures, they furnished her nightmares for years and it had only been recently that Tak had seem to finally shake them from her mind. And then today happened. In that blurred line that segregated illusion from reality, Tak was still in the field, but instead of being surrounded by the others, they had been replaced by...them. So terrified she was, she froze. Paralyzed by fear indeed, but while her senses screamed to the deaf ears that were her reflexes, her instinctual habits are what may have saved her. They...were stoic beings...at least in movement and Tak only ever saw them do nigh more than walk and turn their heads. So imagine her surprise and confusion when she saw that the real life minotaur was talking and interacting with the others! Acting...human and fighting each other no less. Between the Minotaur's rather fast movements and the fact that he'd been knocked over another masked man, Tak was slowly pulled from her own mental binding and fear was gradually replaced by suspicion and denial. That coupled with being older and being somewhat more able to defend herself, she snapped out of it and began once again to redirect her chakra to the joints in her fingers, trying to clench her fists and jerk her head back. If that worked, she continued trying to move by stepping back, slowly panting as she hoped the scary images of her childhood would recede.