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1Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Tue May 28, 2019 8:00 pm

Myrddin

Myrddin


A-rank
Emptyness swarmed the young male like a black hole, as he stood alone in the never ending void of darkness that surrounded him. His voice silent no matter how hard he tried to scream he shouted and screamed over and over again till his thoat burned like acid but still no sound escaped his lips. He could hear voices, faint sounds of speaking but he could not make out their words, he could not find their source, and no matter how far he ran there was only the darkness. The male was about to give up all hope when suddenly there was a bright light in the distance, almost like the light at the end of a tunnel, only this light was moving towards him at an alarming rate. The blinding light surrounded the male as the darkness had just seconds before, blurred images faded in and out of his view though nothing that gave the male any sign of details as to where he was or what exactly was going on around him. When he tried to move he found himself restrained, strapped down to the table they had him laying on, whoever they were that was standing over him must have been the sources of the faint voices he had heard in the darkness. The blurred images did not last for long as darkness once again crept around the male and engulfed his vision as the young shinobi slipped into unconciousness. In his unconcious state his thoughts were not about what was going on with himself but thoughts of his mother and sister and the rest of his family, it had been so long since he had seen any of them and he did not know if he would ever get the chance to see them again. He missed his home, yet something inside of him would not let him go back there, it was as if he was bound before he was even captured. When he awoke he found himself still bound yet standing rather than strapped to a table, which he could only tell from the fact that his wrist were sore from holding his weight while he was unconcious. As he stood he heard the rattle of more chains which bound his feet, whoever was doing this was obviously wise enough to know not to take chances. Looking around the room as his eye's adjusted the male could see the shimmering purple of the anbu barrier technique he knew all too well, so his assumption was right and he was being held prisoner and this was some sort of holding cell and they knew better than to place him in an unguarded cell. The male racked his brain trying to remember what it was that had happened, he remembered a mission and a fight but then there was only darkness, the details of the mission, who he had fought, any details at all escaped the young male no matter how hard he tried to remember. He struggled to break free of the chains that bound him, but his strength was not fully back yet and the strain he put on himself soon exhausted him to the point of unconciousness once more.

As the male sleep his dreams told him the story of what happened to him, his service to the Raikage, his mission in the anbu to wipe out the Iwa base camp with the borders of Kaze no Kuni, the man that challenged his squad and then took them out, all of it. The young shinobi awoke with a start, finding himself still bound in place as he had been before. Something didn't sit right with him though about the whole situation, the man that fought them in the desert was much stronger than any other shinobi that was in the report out of Iwagakure from the spy. How could someone with such power escape the sight of the spy that was said to be blessed with the eye's of the gods according to Lord Hastur. The male's mind was working in overtime as he tried to make sense out of the predictament he had found himself in, with how he was bound there was no chance of molding his chakra for a jutsu and even if he managed to create the rasengan with how his hand was bound he doubted it would truly do any good. The male's thoughts were interupted by the sound of voices outside of the barrier that was surrounding him, and after some movement the male felt the presence of another within the barrier with him. Whoever it was stood behind where he was bound and no matter how hard the male would turn his head to try to see the face of his guest the dim light with his cell did not provide enough to see details through the shadows. The sound of a chair moving followed by the sound of someone sitting in it filled the male's ears followed closely by a voice of a man that the male did not know. "Let's get started, shall we?" Thoughts of what kind of torture they would submit upon him filled his mind at the words from the man, though he would show no sign of fear, his training wouldn't allow it, his pride wouldn't allow it, he would not let his enemy see weakness within him. The Anbu are taught to withstand torture, and even then they are told to kill themselves rather than be captured, yet sucide was never something Raphael agreed with and even if he had the opertunity to do so doubted he would have. No he would just have to face the music, pray that he can survive, and above all figure out a way to get out of here, but for now he would have to just take whatever it was they were about to do to him, however he was not about to just take it without resistance. "That would be lovely actually. First I would like to know where I am, Who you are, and How long I have been here? We can get to the more serious questions after you have answered those." The male stated looking back over his shoulder at the faceless man that sat behind him, he doubted his attempt to demand answers would work but if anything it would show that just because he was bound did not mean that he was backing down.



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2Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Re: Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Tue May 28, 2019 8:38 pm

Takao

Takao


S-rank
Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) D6ehE4O

"Yes, yes..." Takao pushed to a stand, slowly walking around the desolate, earthen cell. The smooth walls were carved out by the members of his organization and their mastery of the element. Reinforced, so that they were not so easily stricken down, and enhanced with a constant feed of chakra to create a barrier. It was a needless precaution for Takao, who stood within the cell, but more than necessary to protect those outside of it. Just because he was confident that he could withstand the potential for a volatile attack from within didn't mean that his confidence stretched beyond these walls. Their interrogation was not so private either, as the voices carried through the chakra-fed earth, allowing the operatives outside the walls to hear what happened inside.

"Black Ops training. Feigned bravery. Archetypal cheekiness. You're going by the book on interrogations. I'm not dumb enough to think that doing anything to you will get me the information I want. So it isn't what I'll do to you." From behind the cold, reflective shell of his mask, his voice distorted well beyond recognition. It was too easy to merely torture him with conventional interrogation methods. They never worked. Everybody and their decrepit, senile grandmother was conditioned against it.

"It's what I'll do to your people."

"It's what you'll force me to do to your people. Maybe I'll have to find another operative. Maybe I'll have to take less conditioned shinobi, ones that can't withstand the torture. Young genin are especially susceptible to talking, and if I go through enough of them, I'll get what I want. You can withstand torture and interrogation-- can they? Or maybe none of them will have the information I want and it'll be war. War that could be prevented right now, in this very room." Bitter words escaped in perfect monotone, no such semblance of lilt or shifting cadence. They were lies, but neither his voice nor his body language would show it. He was professional, he'd done this countless times before and had a lifetime left to continue doing it. This individual was merely one lost amidst a sea of others.

"Or, you can give me what I want. I don't want the blood of innocent people on my hands, and neither do you. I want Hastur's. So you have a choice. Doom countless of your countrymen to a worse fate and die here yourself, having accomplished nothing and perished in vain... or tell me what I want to know." He said.

"Help me save lives."

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3Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Re: Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Tue May 28, 2019 10:04 pm

Kisei

Kisei


B-rank
I wasn't very keen on interrogation. It was, a messy business in my experience. I didn't have much of the constitution to resist it or go through with it. In fact I've taken to avoiding injuring my targets if not required, and if I knew ahead of time of such bloody requirements I would very slowly walk out of the mission room unnoticed. But, Takao was here... and.. well.. well.. I can't keep avoiding my duties forever can I? So I made the choice to watch over the proceedings. While I didn't have the expertise to help with the construction of the chamber or the precise art of torturing, I was allowed as a security guard. Making sure to intercept an intruder if the scouts picked up one or to keep the prisoner confined of they made a break for it. But, if everyone was being honest with himself, Takao would have them subdued and back in their binds before I or anyone else could react. In a specifically carved out passage for the other onlookers I and a few more Root members listened in. Specters dressed in black, masked with owl, fox, cat, and skull. Last one being me by the way.

Above the interrogation the shrunken down face of the Opera House recorded the scene, embedded into the ceiling, nearly unseen. Small enough to not be noticed, and perfect for the situation. If for some reason they needed to replay this, it would be available for viewing.

One of my comrades tapped my shoulder, directing my attention to the prisoner and Takao. The interrogation was beginning. I nodded my thanks to him and briefly connected a chakra string to the Opera House to begin recording through a small tunnel I asked the builders to make. Now, all that was left was to wait, and anxiously watch.

The prisoner gave a cheeky wake-up call, not expected but not surprising either. I would have done similar, though with but more flirtation, and slyness than the confronting and challenging tone they used. Takao handled it calmly as always. His voice soothing the unease in my stomach slightly. At least, until he made his move. The threats to torment young genin were a potent one, while perhaps not with their prisoner it definitely was for me. I bit my lip nervously. "It's all a facade." I told myself, "It's just an act." As Takao continued with his speech I found that the tensity in my shoulders didn't relax. That droning voice, the straight expression. A twisting feeling coiled in my heart. What exactly was Takao hoping to get out of this one? Information on the Raikage? To convert him? Questions bubbled up like boiling water, and there seemed to be no answers. "Just what are you up to?" I wondered.


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4Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Re: Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Wed May 29, 2019 4:30 pm

Myrddin

Myrddin


A-rank
The blonde male could not help himself but to smile as the man evaded his three simple questions with a mention of his training and how the man was not dumb enough to think that torturing him would get the man anywhere. Raphael had to hand it to the man he was smarter than the young blonde had given credit to the Iwagakure operatives, but at the man's mention of hurting his people in that monotonic voice created by the man's mask to help emphasize the serious nature of his words the young male lost that thought of the man being smart. Either the man serious thought that threatening innocent people would get the blonde to betray his Lord, or he believed that the young male held some kind of need to protect the weak and feeble, in either case the man was wrong. Raphael held no sympathy for the weak and feeble and he cared very little if they lived or died, in his eyes the world would be a lot better off if they were not in it sucking the power of those who wield it, and he was certainly not going to betray his Lord for the likes of some low life Iwa Shinobi. The man was trying to appeal to the blonde's sympathic side, like most captors would do, the only downside to this man's attempt was that the young male held no such sympathy, but he did not have to let the other man know that. At least not yet. The man continued with talks of not wanting the blood of innocent people on his hands, only Hastur's, before finishing with an attempt to motivate the young blonde's heroic side by stating how he could be a hero and save his countrymen. A laughter would escape the young blonde's lips that would begin as a soft low cackle before escalating into a full echoing manic laughter as the masked man's robotic statement of saving lives. As his laughter died down the blonde would look to the man with hatred in his eyes, having done a complete one eighty from his laughter just seconds before. "You are joking, right? You the man who stands there speaking of torturing and murdering countless innocent genin just to achieve your goal, now speaks of saving lives." The blonde would spit towards the man, watching it land in front of him at the man's feet before he continued. "The war was started long before you, it began that moment when your Tsuchikage disrespected my Lord's Benevolence by striking a guest in my Lord's Presence, if you ask me Lord Hastur showed your Kage mercy by not simply killing him where he stood. Now you people think you can come in and claim land that is not yours and say we are in the wrong, who are you to decide what is right or just? You are but a man and I follow a God. You think you can stand against him, I pity your godless soul. Go challenge the Lord and accept your fate, you will die by his divine might as all those who were foolish before you have. You are nothing more than a tiny insect compared to the Lord, and while you and all the other godless heathens claim him to be a false God, I know the truth. I have witnessed his divine powers with my own eyes and I know this much for certain, a day of reckoning is coming for you and everyone else that stands against my Lord." The blonde would flip the hair that had fallen in front of his face back, looking straight into the eye holes of the mask the man wore. "It's easy to act brave hiding you face behind a mask, where others cannot see the fear that are in your eye's at the thought of Hastur Smiting you and turning your village to nothing more than pebbles beneath his feet. If I am to die here today then it is what Hastur will's and I will accept my fate as I know I will be rewarded for my service to him, I will never betray my Lord. The day will come when you and all your countrymen with stand before my Lord and be judged for your sins, and on that day your world will turn to ash and hell fire." The blonde's words held a bright fire of belief within the tone of his voice, a true believer down to his very core. "You will find that torturing the people of the cloud will not serve you, we all share the same belief and I am not afraid to die in the service to my Lord."



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5Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Re: Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Thu May 30, 2019 11:25 pm

Takao

Takao


S-rank
Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) D6ehE4O

The desperate gripings of a cornered dog did little to stir a reaction in his stone-cold comportment. Behind the icy black shell of his mask, bitter eyes watched Myrddin and considered his words, but offered no reaction. When Myddrin finished, Takao let a painfully long period of silence befall them. His body didn't move, not the slightest twitch or fidget, completely still like a statue or a corpse.

"You haven't been paying attention." Takao's cold voice finally spoke, breaking the silence.

"Perhaps you're merely naïve to the realities of this world. The cruelties we must endure to survive. Morality is a fickle thing that many men fail to interpret correctly. They hide from facing the things they fear doing and shy away by claiming immortality." These words were falling on deaf ears, he knew that much. But they were not meant solely for Myrddin. There were otherse watching him. They needed to learn as well, to understand.

"If you must kill one innocent to save a hundred that would otherwise die, are you a murderer, or a saviour, or are you both? Was it immoral, or was it paragon? Was it right, or was it wrong?" Tough choices were the bane of shinobi. Every sane man feared the day when he had to make these decisions, and seldom were they prepared for the fallout.

"War is a terribly complicated beast. To save lives, more often than not, you must sacrifice others. This is a cruel reality. Only dangerous fools think that they can save everybody." Perhaps he was right and perhaps he was wrong. Takao had suffered through twenty years of the shinobi lifestyle, drudged his way through blood and tears as an operative of the ANBU, seen and done things that he didn't want to do, but would carry the consequences and memories until his death. His mind was not fully right, his world-view twisted, but his heart was in the right place.

"Do you think your interrogation ends when you're dead?" Takao asked, genuinely curious if his captive was so foolish to believe that information would die with him. Bodies were invaluable commodities in the shinobi world, laden with secrets ripe for the picking. Myrddin was no different. Takao stepped closer, towering over the shorter Cloud shinobi. His head tilted down, and bottomless pools of ebony stared from within the mirrored shell visor.

"You'll keep preaching about your fake God, but it makes no difference. If you won't give me what I want, then I shall take it from you."

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6Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Re: Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Tue Jun 04, 2019 8:25 pm

Kisei

Kisei


B-rank
I barely resisted the urge to jump out of my skin when after Takao’s spieel, the prisoner broke out in maniacal laughter. I spared a quick glance to my other comrades to see their non reaction to the echoing voice of their torture patient. Interrogation really wasn’t for me, but they seemed used to it- why was Owl walking up to the wall? I went to press a hand on his shoulder to stop him, but the hand shouldering was done to me instead, this time with Cat. They slid their slender hand down from my shoulders to my hand, gently urging me to put it tdown to my side, then they leaned in close, ever so slight lifting up their mask before speaking. “Don’t worry, they’re just going through general precedure.” I tilted my head questioningly, prompting them to continue the explanation. “In cases where we construct the interrogation room from scratch, instead of using one of our own rooms, we replicate the one-way mirrors inside our side rooms manually when the interrogator starts. Watch.” they nodded toward Owl who had their arms spread out along the rock wall. With the pads of their fingers they traced a circle around the wall, lines of chakra and sealing formula drawn into being as they sketched. Then with a slew of handsigns, the wall was made clear for us to see through. Ah. So that’s what they were going to do. It made sense now. As much as they could rely on their sense of sound, one couldn’t be too careful. Plus they wouldn’t literally be staring at a wall for hours.

The face of Takao’s disguise the body of his mask in clear view was brought to me sight, along with a blonde haired young man. I bit my lip tensely.

In retort to Takao’s offer they gave their own lecture on the contradictions within Takao’s persuasion, it was fair logic but what followed after was anything but fair. The next words that fell out from them were… fanatical to say the least. Their complete and utter faith in Hastur as a god were, troubling. They really did worship, and I do mean worship, their Raikage. It was a scary thought, if all Kumogakure shinobi were so blindly devoted. Years ago I had read that all villages had their own version of their Will. The Will of Fire, The Will of Stone, The Will of Sand (or Wind, depending on who taught it). Was this their will? Or simply, the will of their kage? As much as I tried to imagine it, I couldn’t imagine that kind of devotion- no, that was a lie. It was a dead lie and I knew it. Looking at the masked man, the face of my Kage, Kimura Takao, lingered under the surface. I remembered our scarce but important interactions. Our first meeting in the desert, during the camp recruitment trials, and my eventual employment for Root. The kind of devotion they gave for their ‘lord’, I could see myself with… Even if it hurt or got me killed, I wouldn’t mind for.. I shook my head. “This wasn’t the time for such fond sentimentality”, I reminded myself. Steeling my nerves, I forced myself to listen to the tense silence that now permeated the cold room.

One beat. Two. Three.

"You haven't been paying attention." Takao started. "Perhaps you're merely naïve to the realities of this world. The cruelties we must endure to survive. Morality is a fickle thing that many men fail to interpret correctly. They hide from facing the things they fear doing and shy away by claiming immortality." Chills ran up my spine, but even as they spoke, it felt like Takao was talking to the whole room. To the fanatic in the chair, to the ROOT operatives that work under the Kimuran Hokage. The dubious nature of mortality in their line of work and service to the village. I didn’t know what to make of his words at the time, so I elected to brush them off, too process them later. Takao continued to argue back with the prisoner, but something caught my eye.

Without turning away I poked Owl and leaned in, “Are you able to zoom in the mirror transparency technique?”

They gave a exhaustive sideways look through their mask, but answered anyway, “Yes.”

“Zoom in on the prisoner’s face.” I said. With little hesitation, Owl moved toward the wall, pressing both hands solidly against the middle of the scene before spreading them apart. Instantly the picture enlarged a couple times over to the point where the picture showed nothing but the prisoner. I analyzed their eyes, the shape of their face, the dirty blonde hair, and those eyes.. Takao’s voice was drowned out upon the realization of whom we were interrogating hit me in the face, and tears began to pool behind my eyes.

I brought a hand to my masked face. “Rapheal-!”


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7Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) Empty Re: Cloud ROOTed in the Sand (Takao/ROOT) on Fri Jun 07, 2019 10:36 pm

Myrddin

Myrddin


A-rank
The Blonde would softly chuckle to himself at the masked man's mention of morality and what is good or evil, and then the mention of his interogation not ending with his death it mattered little to the male death was something he had become very accustom to in the past few months during his service to his Lord. He had killed many heathens, even those that he once knew as brothers under the flag of Sunagakure before it had been destroyed. He had made a friend with death and if it was his time to go no matter the aftermath he would accept his fate with open arms, but that did not mean he would have to accept it without giving the masked man a fight. The Blonde's eyes would flash with hatred as the masked man called his lord a false god, the male could feel heat on his neck burning into his very skin as it had before when he was first tasked with taken care of the heathens he once had considered brothers. Rage consumed him and his body took on a mind of it's own, before the blonde even knew what he was doing he had managed to formed the half hand seal Tiger and Dog inhaling a quick breath before releasing a large ball of compressed Futon towards the man, and the wall barrier that stood behind him. Whether it broke through the wall or not did not matter to Raphael, his goal was the masked man and bringing him his end. As soon as the ball of wind was released the blonde would quickly form a Rasengan within his left hand, with any luck if the blast of futon did not kill the man it would at least keep him distracted long enough for the male to do what was needed to do. Tilting his wrist the blonde would use the spinning ball of chakra to tear through the chain that bound his arm and without skipping a beat connect it with the one that bound the other arm, before using his strength to break the ropes that bound his legs. With his Rasengan still in his hand the blonde would look towards where his great vaccuum sphere would have hit to see if the wall was still standing or not and to find if the man had been ended by his sphere. Once his eye's fell onto the masked man Raphael would speak, "You speak of killing one to save the many, well what's say I just kill you to end this right here and now!" The blonde would launch himself at the man as he spoke, the burning sensation he felt on his neck would intensify to the point that it was almost unbearable and cause his vision to blur slightly as he charged the masked man. There was no doubt in the blonde's mind that this would be his last act within the mortal world, whether he killed the masked man or not he did not foresee himself making it out of this encampment alive as there was no doubt more on the other side of the barrier that would see him to his end, but if it was to be his final act he wished to take someone else down with him.



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