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WE ARE PAIN.    WE ARE GOD.     Nagato RP blog

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                                                             what’s the point of you                                                                   if you can’t save                                                                         everyone                                                                           anyone

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                    Silence and isolation are the keys to one's own core peace in the midst of a war that's never truly ceased. From the shadowy cover of his perch over Amegakure, a God steps once more, footfalls echoing along copper walls as hands lift to the crying sky, halting endless tears with sheer power possessed.

                                    And a God awakens once more from his slumber.

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☾"That moment when your about to ask your leader about our plans of changing the world but then you walk in on him talking to a tiny green alien." The puppeteer announced as he slowly turned around exiting

                    "Properly announcing your entrance is a quality to be sought, Sasori."

                    "Do knock before entering next time, yes?"

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                                                   Guilt  was α¢ι∂                                                     in    our    νєιηѕ.                                                    It       corroded                                                   {   ᴇ̡͎͉̰̤͈͙̺̫̪͕͉̲͓̘̯̹̯̤ᴠ̸̨̨̫͉͖̳̗͟ᴇ̨̖͎̝̻̹̯͚̗͎́͘͜͠ʀ̫̣̮̜͝͞ͅy̸̢̠̺̻͓ᴛ̩̰̳̖̘̞͓͎̖̦̬͕̠͡͝͡ʜ̴̼̼͈͇͔̬͉͍̘͍͕͙̪̫͕̩͉̺ͅɪ̪̞̗̬̼̗̝̝͎̳̖͙̻̖̻̭͖͟͝͞ɴ̷̸̵̦̰̩̯̪̞̙͉̲̱̻̜̖͍̙̥́͞ɢ̧̰̱̘̩͚̣̼̬͕͎̖̀͜.  }                                                                                                Ｏ  Ｕ  Ｒ                                                                                                   • ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs                                                                                                • ʟᴜɴɢs                                                                                                • ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ.

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In that case, are you immortal? 'cause if you die, the peace will shatter, and that would be very sad.

                                                            .     .     .

                                        Is he? He is. For he is more than human.

                    "--I am a god." That is the answer given, the most proper that can be offered, for there are no promises that he can remain amongst the living, whether he possesses a subjective idea of immortality or not. The previous Six Paths' had, and they had long since passed.

                    He is the same, even if there is a marginal difference between himself and past Senju.

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Does your Paths still have their sense of taste and smell?

                    Individually, the Paths do not retain their own senses. No, it is a far more complex system than that--one that takes a mind of immense, deific stature to properly understand. Rather, through them, Nagato can received sensory signals from all of the risen cadavers at once; of sight, smell, sound, taste, touch, alongside the six sensory signal that is gifted to those shinobi with special sensory abilities.

                    As they react through him, it can almost be said that they do indeed retain their own senses as they had in life... but such is not the case, considering the signals are simply those of Nagato's own, through the chakra rods embedded within the preserved flesh of animate corpses.

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love me

                    Why of course, you little demon rat.                                        For all deserve the love and attention of  P E I N .

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That's the problem with humans, I guess. They can do the best like the worst, sometimes in the same life! But once you have attained peace, what will you do? After all, pain is the sign that something is wrong: it disappears when you are better!

                    The gaze of a cadaver is one of bitter condescension; he looks down upon all who do not fully understand his morals or his motives. This human is no exception--human, or whatever they may be, for he has paid no mind to their being. They know nothing of the race that is so utterly despised by himself, yet managed to grasp his fascination with an iron fist; the one he wishes to protect through his violent, pain-inflicting ways at whatever costs may come.

                    "Once peace is attained, I will keep this world balanced within just that--peace, and only peace, under a Unitarian utopia."

                    "The pain will only cease once the ignorants of the world have learned the lessons that must be taught; will only cease once they have matured beyond the level of that which they are at this current moment--once they have become more. Then the pain can come to an end; then true peace can be achieved."

                    There is a determination to the Path's tone, a set in stone mindset that pours from cold, alabaster lips of the long deceased male under Nagato's control. It's as if Yahiko himself attempts to speak, whether in agreement or in protest, alongside the cruel words that are spew through the oxygen betwixt himself and his followers--however, no interception comes.

                                        For the he has long since fallen, and now only the True Leader has a say in what occurs.

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So you mean that anyone ('anyone' used here very loosely, of course) that suffer enough and doesn't go crazy because of the pain can become a god? In that case, why you? I think you don't deserve to suffer that much. :/

                    "If the correct path is taken, I believe it's very possible."

                    "However, corruption is a very important factor to keep in mind when it comes to those who have the capabilities of obtaining such power." As if moods switched entirely, the corners of his lips threaten to tug downwards, thought alone enough to put him in sour spirits. "Out of all of the human beings that dwell upon this Earth, I am the only one in which circumstances were perfect enough for myself to mature in the ways that I did."

                    "From a very young age, I have experienced pain, and will continue to experience it throughout the remainder of my existence--it's no fault of anyone's but those who bring it upon me. I've seen enough to know that what this world needs is peace through my means of doing so; no other way will be acceptable or successful in the least. Suffering is only a part of the life that we live. There is no reason to wish it away."

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First, I want to apologize if I offended you with my previous question (the name one) but this language is not my first language and I am often clumsy with it. Second, it's a very hard question you are asking because, in the end, what IS a god?

                    "There is hardly need for apologies." After all, it was merely a question--offensive or not, it could, in no way, cause any true harm. The smile that previously graced withering features fades away, easing strained muscles and blending with the surroundings of his worn expression.

                    "To be put simply, it is hard to define the overall term. I, myself, fit into such a category due to extensive maturing over my years that has granted me with the immense power and mental capabilities that I possess. The prowess of the closest one can get--and far, far above--to deification."

                    And also put simply, he's not the only one capable of such, rather, he's the only one who has been forced through the process to the point of becoming a high being. Deification through pain relates back to ancient Buddhist practices, after all--only the most honorable way to live was to seek true peace and pleasure through human suffering.

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Do you prefer being called Nagato or Pain (or even Pein) by us anons? Oh, and hi to Konan-san too!

                    Where a smile begins to form, it is assumed that his answer will be one of positivity, one of warmth that he can occasionally emanate towards those who choose to go out of their way to confront him with a genuine kindness. It is an appreciated notion, but the inquisition presented is far too disrespectful towards one who should be regarded as a God in all aspects of the word to those who have yet to achieve his level of deific maturity. Despite the upward lilt of tearing, bloody lips, dual lavender ripples remain hollow, even moreso than the intonation that begins to pour from betwixt barely parting tiers.

                    "I want you to look at me.                                      No where else. Just me, right here."

                    As he stands before his worshipers, it is clear that his physical state betrays his true mentality--he is withering, his powers eating away at the fabric of his being, burning each thread until the quilt that is his existence is nothing more than cold.

                    "Think about what you see."

                    The inhale he takes is shivering, wracked as his torso expands to accommodate for the accepted oxygen. Bones are stark contrast to skin, a sickly instrument of war who only seeks peace in the end, once the sun begins to rise over the horizon. Each breath is a song, a step closer, even if he and the Akatsuki may be so far from the goals in which they hope to achieve. When one looks upon him, Nagato was nothing more than a mere human who no longer remains within this shell, taken over by a desperate, vengeful parasite who thrives on self-inflicted agony.

                    "When you look at me, do you see the face of a mere man--or do you see the face of a proper God? Therein lies your response."

                                       .  .  .

                                                       And he says                                                         no more.

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hi nagato, what was your happiest memory?

                    "I believed I've been asked a question rather similar in the past." More than once, if his memory does not fail him, but most notably at least one other occasion. Though he's fully aware of the answer he withholds to such an inquiry, he chooses to linger a moment before providing a proper response, allowing rain-stirred oxygen to circulate through cadaverous lungs before an exhale seeps through pierced nostrils, signalling his resolution.

                    "Some of the happiest memories that I possess are from times long ago, before I knew of this world--the pain and bitter hatred that it holds. Times when I sat with my family for a meal, others, after their deaths, wherein the four of us--," Jiraiya, Konan, Yahiko, Nagato--, "did the same. Always, it reminded me of those simpler times--but those times are something that I can't get back and therefore choose not to linger on.                                      I would prefer it if this inquisition is not repeated."

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                                                             Why        be          a                                                                              ♔                                                ĸ      ι      ɴ      ɢ                                                               when                 you                                                               can          be          a                                                { Ｇ     Ｏ     Ｄ }

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                    And he sits, silent, watching, as chaos ensues.                     This was never what he wanted.

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[/Is delighted to see him again, slender arms embracing him from behind.]

                    Ah—? It’s certainly not normal to be approached such by his subordinate, particularly in this body, this form. It’s always one she’s never been all that comfortable with, after all. For a moment, the man behind the mask is stunned into submission—his muscles seem to give to a sudden tension, rendering him frozen into his very position as he allows her hold to continue.

                    It is only mere moments, however, before the sentiment is somewhat returned, the chilled extremities of a long deceased cadaver lingering against alabaster forearms that trap him in his place. As she’s missed him, he’s most certainly missed her; this is clear, though he is hesitant to embrace her in such a body—even if it is the only one that he is capable and comfortable of maneuvering towards her to do such.

                                    "Konan," he murmurs beneath smooth breath, lids falling to hide all-seeing Rinnegan from the crying lands around them. How long will he remain within the limits of Amegakure? That all depends just how well things go according to their plans.

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              and there’s blood

              on my lips

               on my hands

               in my lungs

                              i’m drowning

                              in the blood

                              of the years

                              that have come