Board Thread:World Map/@comment-25687356-20161030082420/@comment-24937485-20161031011909



Both boys feel into a deep and ‘peaceful’ sleep; a very deep sleep. Nothing would stir any of their diluted senses through the night and from it felt like they slept for half a day and then some. All of which would make it most off how the first thing they saw waking up was a stone roof. And then they’d feel it too, the cold wet ground below them composed of the same brittle stone that was anything from comfortable.

More disheartening, however, was the fact that Keldran wouldn’t be able to see Mugen, and vice-verse, but if calling out they’d hear each other at the end of a long hallway that, for them, was accessibly only through a metal door with a small circular window of thick glass; which was currently locked.

Both boys wore nothing but simple, tattered, brown robes and in their cells were nothing but empty buckets, dirty cups of water, and some human remains that shall not be specified but they belonged in the bucket.

It was cold, very cold, as wet drops of what was presumed to be water continued dripping from the roof. There were sounds of sobbing, cursing, and even voices asking for forgiveness. And one could judge there to be about a dozen cells in this hallway.

“QUIET YOU PESTS!” Called out a rough voice. Footsteps were heard moving through the hallway and first came to a halt in front of Mugen’s window. Allowing the Jugo to see a pimple covered bald head on the other side and some unidentifiable figures. Before every following small window was gazed through. Keldan was last, but when reaching the cell beside the Fuma the Jail-keeper cursed under his breath. “You filthy dog. We’re going to gut her before the morning comes.”.

Finally Keldran’s window was looked through by the ugly jailkeeper who teasingly rattled his keychain before grinning at the Fuma.

“Apparently there is a nice price on your head. Good thing little Yahime recognized your mug from the Bingo Book’s last edition. Sleep well. ANBU will be here to collect your sorry ass tomorrow. As for your friend. I think we’ll use him as a play toy with that pretty hair of his.” The Jailkeeper, and whatever foul-sounding people his was with, all chuckled in perverted fashion before the footsteps exited a door at the end of the hallway.

It was then that Keldran heard a whisper from the cell beside him. “Life… what does it hold. In the end every mask crumbles and every heart falls to the clinging of coin. Despicable… yet precious.”. Followed by a drawn out sigh before the same dull voice spoke up. “ANBU. That means Konoha Shinobi. Perhaps there is a chance of getting out of this rat hole after all.”



