Board Thread:World-wide RP/@comment-28929139-20170710053634/@comment-28929139-20170712014805

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Kideme hurried out of the empty room, leaving behind perhaps her only point of guaranteed safety. What she had seen in the room was offputting, but that wasn't what drove her running out of it. It was the mere thought that this might happen to her friends and she was driven by a fierce protective rage to ascertain that would happen to them, to her, or to anyone else. She didn't care that the stamps of her bare feet slapping against marble echoed through the empty halls or that it caught the attention of someone who was now giving chase and quickly gaining on her. Although neither would know it just yet, she actually ran past Tiatsu's position, though they were divided by parallel halls.

She went bursting through a door and crashed out of it so violently, the echo of it slamming against the back wall caused the entire place to echo from it as well as that entire wall to quiver. Kideme was about 10 feet behind the man that the woman ordered to fetch "the cart". But now with her behind him, his attention had been taken off Hayato. "Hayato." She silently whispered to herself as she saw him down and several meters north of her down on the ground floor. Almost twenty feet away and twelve feet down though was her shamisen, which she'd nearly forgotten about but would be a godsend if she could grab it. There was also the little problem that Tiatsu dropping a bomb had blown out the large central panel of stained glass at the rear wall, and with it went about seven feet worth of the mezzanine's flooring, and she barely had a dozen meter running start to get across it since she had already been running.

The fairly short but stocky male she happened upon would come rushing right at her and Kideme started to run backward,  trying to keep her eyes on him, the gap and how close she was to her weapon. The ground floor was littered with broken glass, a fire was brewing and she was barefoot. An idea had popped into her mind though and she wasn't sure it was going to work but she had to try. Her life depended on it. The man was getting faster and she had to slow down while she meditated to activate depth charge. Luckily for her, because her body was almost in such a constant like that by default, the electric chakra seemed to sit on top of her person effortlessly. Twenty more feet.

Kideme quickly grabbed a huge gout of her long, staticky hair and began to wrap it tight around her arm from wrist to elbow. She was nearly backhanded by the man and was sent slipping onto her ass and sliding back toward the gap. Seven feet.

There was no way Kideme would get her shamisen without falling and likely breaking something she couldn't heal but she didn't care, and even as she was clearing that seven feet, a high voltage shot from her scalp and spiraling through her hair while at the same time she willed an oscillating current down through the shafts of her left arm. Kideme could feel it. It was a strong pull that began to happen and a ripple of distorted air flared out.

She was going down and Kideme could already feel the rough edges of thick marble clearing from under her, but even as she felt herself falling down and her torso naturally tilting outward, she could see her shamisen slowly begin to start dragging across the ground toward her hand. But it would never come as large hands cradled around her from behind and his left hand closed her mouth. "Not just yet....let's see your other friend lose it first." And with that, Kideme and her captor body flickered out of sight.

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The moment he tried it, the woman wrapped her finger tight around Hayato's wrist and backhanded him harshly across the face. "HOW DARE YOU!" Her voice rang out and she gave him a venomous look. "Worthless, lowly filth! You dare raise your hand to a lady?!" Her voice borderlined on maniacal and in that time the men still came. However, some seconds after she gave the order, she looked up suddenly when the deafening echo of a door slamming open filled the huge open area. Leaving her wide open.

If Hayato was quick enough to work consecutively or was even talented enough to multitask right now, he'd see Kideme come bursting through the door. The man at the back, as well as the others that had come out, were momentarily distracted to look upon her. She ran toward the big gap in the overhang on the rear wall and in trying to dodge a strike from the man chasing her, she dodged while wrapping her hair around her arm and went sliding back and falling toward the 12 foot drop toward the floor. Her shamisen seemed to be magically gliding toward her until a teenage boy that looked very similar in appearance to Tiatsu would snatch her up and take off. If he still threw his kunai, he'd be able to get a clean shot to the back of the head on the one man at his left. The wind of him falling forward would be enough for the other male to turn around miss his own killing shot, but he became angered by Hayato's actions. In a fit of vicious rage, he jumped over the railing of the second floor and landed onto a six foot dancing platform before jumping down to the floor. While someone from up above sealed off and shot a stream of balls at him. They were streamlining right toward Hayato and even if they missed him, the multitude of broken glass, spilled oil and a great deal of wooden furniture would cause small explosions to happen. The two other men on his right would stay over head and were moving vastly slower while trying to circumnavigate the fire and look for him. The man on the floor with him would also soon go down since Hayato had been smart enough to hide his chakra and caught a kunai right to the face when he tried to turn around. He'd never even seen the boy, but now Hayato had two men above him that he possibly could see as the fires were growing.

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Tiatsu would happen on a very odd sight. At first glance into the large 14 by 18 foot room, it looked as though it was filled with hay or straw, but if he were to really look...it was hair. Piles upon piles of human hair were strewn about the floor in colors and textures of every kind, but black and brown were the most common.

There were seven men and two women in the room but off to a margin in the left was looked to be an older man sitting in a chair with a naked woman resting her head on his lap and another naked woman laid out on the floor in a nest of her own bushy red hair. If Tiatsu could see it hard enough, he'd recognize both of them as two of the women he'd paid to pleasure Hayato. He had receding mousy brown hair and half square spectacles sitting right behind the hump of his nose. He was in the middle of citing some kind of proverb while he had a sharpened bloody pencil in one hand and a small leather book in the other. The naked woman sitting by his lap was alive but her eyes were glazed over and drool sluiced like silver slime from the corner of her mouth. Her lazied left eye rolled toward him blindly but in that moment, it was time to fight.

His shuriken claimed the head of a tall boxy burly man at the very backand he seemed to freeze before sinking to his knees. The men all jumped and zeroed in on Tiatsu while the man in the chair remained in his seat, just watching him. His running onto the wall was smart since many of the flying kunai, shuriken and senbon that tried to follow him in flight, two more men dropped and his final shuriken got a shorter man in his lower abdomen but he was still spry enough to fight. He was able to even kill with his two blades but before he could pierce the heart of another man...

"Quit it, amateur." The voice of the guy from before appeared from a camouflaged door from the right while he wrestled in a wildly struggling Kideme. As strong as she was, he was taller and using her higher elevated torso to his advantage to keep her from getting free. "Look what I found?"