Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170820232812/@comment-26510601-20170820235554

Listen & Read

With the last flicker of his eyes, Michirama took one last look at his world before falling into a deep sleep. The darkness of the subconscious took root, and now it was time for Michirama to experience something entirely new. The first thing he could feel was a warm breeze, as if the winds were trying to alert him of a coming change. There he could open his eyes to find himself sitting in a small chair made of vintage, dark leather.

Michirama wasn't truly awake, normal logic and analysis wouldn't come to him naturally until his own dream allowed it. For unknown reasons, he couldn't turn his head left or right. To his left he could hear a dangerous crackle of living fire that cast long shadows against the zig-zag pattern, marble floor. To his right, he could hear strange music that seemed to loosely come together to make a smooth song.

"Rise,"

A commanding voice spoke out towards Michi as the young boy's senses came to him, if he looked directly ahead he could see a well-dressed man in a western suit sitting on top of a broken chair which had wood jutting out at various points, most notably the left arm of the chair that this well-dressed man was leaning against. This man had eyes just like Michirama, except he had jet-black hair that seemed rough and spiky naturally. Along his face was an array of various gouges where some accessories used to be.

Strange enough, below this figure's left side was a man whose head was caught between the gentleman's boot and the floor. He seemed to have no features, being a simple silhouette with no movement or action while a deer skull lay nearby. If Michirama focused too long on other, insignificant details the gentleman would call him out.

"Focus, you're wasting our time. Time is important between us."

Michi couldn't stand, or better yet; no matter how logical it was deemed for some reason or another he simply didn't want to.

"Where are my manners," the gentleman boldly said, "my name is Death it is important that we have finally met with one another."

There was a 7 ft. gap between the two, yet as Death said this he leaned in and held his hand out as if to shake. He paused there for a while, staring Michirama down and even if he reciprocated the gesture Death would only lean back and listen to Michirama's own introduction.