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~A painting, so simple, but so captivating. What’s more basic than a tiny sailboat out at sea? Somehow it’s relaxing and I feel like I can actually think when I look at it. It’s oddly comforting.~
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"I... I will know, and... I'm not there yet. I was emptied out back, when.. when we were with the Oracle. It told me it'll help me control it once I deliver the gems..." She frowned, looking at her hand briefly before letting out a sigh.
"At least you don't have to worry about it touching you." She said as she walked forward, her tone lacking any kind of emotion behind it.
He watched as she walked forward, allowing her words to take time to settle in his mind. He didn't have to worry? Maybe not with her around, yet dark eco was unpredictable at the best of times. He'd still try his best to avoid what he could, yet he couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt filling his stomach.
"And what about you?" He asked, following close behind. "Right now, I've placed all my faith in you. What happens if you get hurt?" He asked. Did he know why he was asking this? No, not quite, but seeing how she walked and acted as if she were a weapon, a tool. It made him...sad.
She simply nodded, her footsteps light as they traversed. Ruins of a tower lay jagged in the murk, a salamander letting out a noise in the distance. However behind them a small Metal Head burrowed up, the skull gem gleaning as it made its way towards Israel. Annytin drew the pistol and fired at it, killing it in one shot. The body dissolved into Dark Eco and leaving behind the prize. "Twenty four to go." She hummed as she absorbed the Eco and took the gem in hand.
Hearing the familiar sounds of the skittering of a Metal Head, Israel started to turn on his heel to fire before hearing the pistol blast. He paused and watched as the dark eco flowed into her effortlessly, as though it was meant to integrate with her. He knew this was going to happen, that this was the entire point of the program she was cruelly put into, but it didn't make it any less disturbing to him.
He nodded to her, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Twenty four Metal Heads to kill. He was instantly brought to the thought of what would happen when she collected enough of it. That was certainly a thought.
"So how am I supposed to know when you have enough of that stuff? And how far back do I need to stand?" He questioned, feeling like he had to keep an eye on his front, and back now in case whatever dark power she had tried to kill him.
"How much of the area do you know?" She asked as she scanned around, ears twitching for any kind of sound, hand on the pistol. "I don't sense any Metal Heads... They're made of Dark Eco right?" She rounded a corner and yet there was nothing in sight. No creatures, nothing.
As they approached the gate that would lead them out of the city to the old town, he paused, looking over at her as she was scanning the area already. Her comment about the Metal Heads being made of dark eco caused his long ears to twitch. Were they? He wasn't privy to the biological makeup of Metal Heads. If they were, that was definitely something he needed to start thinking about.
"I know a little about old town," He started, leading her through the gate into the old ruins of what once belonged to Haven City. "But once we get a bit further into this part of town, they'll become more and more common." He told her, taking his rifle and gripping it tightly.
He had joined the Crimson Raiders to fight back against Metal Heads. That didn't mean he wasn't scared at all. Metal Heads were tough, and he knew each encounter with a Metal Head could very well be his last, especially if they encountered any of the big hitters in the Metal Heads forces.
"Alright. Keep your guard up." He muttered, pushing forward and scanning the area, keeping his eyes especially locked on the dirt below them. Smaller Metal Heads could burrow, and he didn't want to be caught off guard.
he slowly rolls up out of bed, rolling towards his clothing as he rolls, rolling to a standing halt, his ra yellow uniform on as he looks to his associate. "Ready. Be on the lookout for any events out of place. Or any events that don't align with the current point in time "
Israel gave a simple nod. That should be easy enough, right? Otherwise they were just normal students. He wasn't exactly excited about the concept of becoming a student yet again, but it could be worse. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and stepped out into the hallway with his companion.
As they began walking, Israel stayed silent, his mind already starting to create plans for what they were going to do. He had great stealth skills, and so he wondered if he'd even need them in this school. His eyes were scanning the hallways, every inch was checked to see if they were being monitored in anyway.
"So what's your plan starting off?" He questioned.
"I see... How long ago was that?" She asked, her face blank yet her eyes spoke of a sadness and rage to them. As they crossed through into the derelict section, she would visibly frown. "The water... It's toxic to touch." She warned as she looked at the brown murk.
The look in her eyes wasn't something he expected. It contrasted her face so much, but part of him understood. At one point in Israel's life, he too stopped showing so much of the emotion on his face, leaving it up to the doorway into his heart to tell how he really felt.
"Years ago. I was just a boy." He muttered, trying to push the thoughts out of his head. Looking down at the water under them he nodded. The slums were called that for a reason. Just unfortunate that he also had to call it home. Oh well. It was a roof and shelter. He just wanted to get Hannah out.
"...5 more minutes." He mumbles, rolling over in the bed. That is to be expected, leader that still has issues getting out of any proper bed due to...past conditions of his life. He yawns, adjusting himself as he lays on his side.
5 More minutes? He blinked a couple times before looking over at his bed. Five more minutes sounded somewhat nice, but he also knew that five minutes wouldn't really don anything for him at this point. He understood not wanting to get out of bed. A gentle sigh left his mouth.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and took out his deck, looking over the cards for a few minutes. If North wanted a few more minutes, he'd take the time to prep. The Valkyrie in his hand felt like enough, but he always wondered if there was more to add to it.
"Maybe it needs a mascot." He muttered allowed, sliding them into their case once again. His eyes looked over at his partner. "Alright, it's been six whole minutes." He said softly, looking at his watch. "Ready?" He questioned again.
"Old town...?" She tilted her head as they exited the store, dressed and able to blend in mostly. She still stood out compared to most females they passed, but she at least was dressed and not attracting too many eyes. "If that's where I can find any Metal Heads, sure... but, um... why is it 'old town'?"
He paused as she asked her question. Maybe old town wasn't the right way to refer to it. He referred to it as such, mainly because it made him feel a bit better about what happened there. The real name of it at this point was dead town.
"Well. It used to be a pretty big part of the city but," He paused, frowning for a second as they slowly made their way to the gate that would lead them outside the walls. "The Metal Heads attacked and the Baron fucking gave it up." He said, his eyes scanning the docks under their feet.
"Everyone who lived there was just...left behind. The metal heads they...no one survived." He muttered.
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"Didn't realize those were considered pure. Learn something new everyday I guess."
"What would the purpose be of having more? If one does the job, then what would having others be?" She asked as she gave the clothes for him to purchase, to be given them back afterward. She put them on and then looked to him. "I suppose... if there is the same, maybe a spare I could understand."
At least the concept of having a spare made sense to her. He didn't feel like she needed to wait around naked for her clothing, but he didn't imagine it bothered her too much to do that. They had met face to face that way, but it still upset him to know she was so...okay with that.
"We'll get you a spare that way you have something clean on standby at all times." He muttered to her, grabbing an extra pair of each article of clothing she had handed him and went to purchase the extra set.
"Now then. You wanted to go outside yeah?" He asked her, looking around as they exited the store. "We're still in the slums, and there's a gate to leave the city located here. The old town isn't exactly safe for normal people, but I don't think either of us fit that bill. That where you want to go first?" He asked her.
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Laying in wait, Israel was stood just beyond Gorilla position. Having just been called up, it seemed he was getting tested, as his sights were set first on the Legend Killer himself, Randy Orton. Even if it was a test, it was the exact kind of test he wanted. How do you gain respect from your coworkers? Take it from the guys on top.
As Randy's match was coming to an end, Israel made his way out onto the entrance ramp, running down quickly. He wore a very simple outfit, off white baggy harem pants, a black compression shirt, red hand wraps, black wrestling shoes, and black paint on his face that dripped from his eyes like old Nordic war paint.
Sliding into the ring, not paying any attention to the referee trying to get him out, Israel gets to his feet and approaches Randy, a killer look in his eye as he goes to boot the Legend Killer in the gut.
"we blend in easier. We also have to make sure events transpire the same way they always do." North is laying there still. He usually takes a bit extra to actually start getting ready for the day. "And besides, enjoying classes is actually kinda fun in a way..."
Of course he never really got to experience all that until his early teens, when he was found by the family he has now.
"Fun..." He muttered, tilting his head and popping his neck before letting out a sigh of relief. His hand ran through his scruffy hair before he walked over to his wardrobe, opening it up and grabbing his jacket and shirt.
"We weren't here the first time this stuff went down anyway..." He muttered. Of course there were other things happening that hadn't the first time either, but he was simply complaining as he was tired. "Well, you're the one leading this operation. You gonna get up or what?"
~A painting, so simple, but so captivating. What’s more basic than a tiny sailboat out at sea? Somehow it’s relaxing and I feel like I can actually think when I look at it. It’s oddly comforting.~
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For: @of-cards-and-time As the morning came on the first day of their mission, Israel blinked to life in his dorm room, staring blankly for a few seconds as his mind slowly turned on and got started. He sat upright, groaning lightly and stretching. He was never a morning person.
"Remind me again why we had to actually join the school for this mission?" He muttered, slowly standing to his feet to get ready for the day.
~Sleep Chamber~ Closed RP
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Most days, it felt strange to be a member of the Anbu Black Ops. Not because it was a new profession or something he hadn't quite settled into, no. It was quite the opposite. Israel had been a member of the Anbu Black Ops for most of his life. He was trained from a young age to be the very best at it. However, so much of that training now felt like it was no longer necessary.
The war had ended. It was the most peaceful time in History that he had ever seen. He went on less missions, was called on for help less and less. More often than not, Israel spent his time training, waiting for a mission and one never came.
Until today.
Summoned to the Hokage's office, Israel imagined this mission was something serious. Was the peace being threatened? He almost was getting excited at the prospect of having to hunt down a shinobi or just leave the borders of the leaf for something.
Dressed fully in his gear, Israel flashed a quick hand sign before flickering away, kneeling just inside the door of the Hokage's office, head down in respect as he awaited being acknowledged. The mask on his face resembled that of a bird, indicative to his codename. Crow, and the eyes behind the mask scanned the floor as he listened intently. Once in the office, he was clearly on edge and high alert. He was almost convincing himself that something was wrong before even hearing what his mission was.
"Stink."
"......"
"I assume this is your way of telling me the shower is on, it's warm and that you're waiting?"
