12-12-2015, 02:51 PM
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An indiscernible blur of cobalt streaked across the dunes, covering several miles in mere moments, until finally, the blur halted, and the youthful form of Sasuke Uchiha took its place. He wasn't sure how far off the mining community that had been raided by Baron Deathchew was, but he had to closer now.The shinobi raised a hand to shield his eyes from the vicious bite of the mid-day sun, and peered across the terrain he had yet to travel.
Daunting and hypnotizing, the blazing heat from the sun’s scorching rays above were but beautiful brush strokes of red and orange that careened across an azure sky. A beauty lost on the inhabitants of the verse, forced to live under the sovereignty of the harshest and most paramount law of the realm: survival.
Scorpions scurried, snakes hissed and slithered, and vultures stalked from above while they all endured the grisly business of desert life in the dunes.
Sunburnt, Sasuke’s skin felt the prickle of a million needles, followed by what felt like a scraping against his flesh with sandpaper. Parched, his mouth was so dry that his tongue had become immovable against the roof of his mouth, and even with the literal ability to create water, a feat all Primes shared, it did nothing to quench his unyielding thirst.
How long had he been at this? He felt as though he had only just left his comrades at the Nippur city gates, but that couldn’t be…
The shinobi turned back to see that the Kingdom of Nippur had indeed, long since been swallowed up by the desert. Time, the desert, or both… were playing games on him. Absent of Nippur in the distance, the horizon was instead lined with great spires of weather-worn stone that fell away into deep, entrenched canyons.
It was a crucible of death, a bone-dry basin of vast and endless ochre. Oceans upon oceans of shifting sands threatened to swallow whole any who traversed their dunes too long.
Unfortunately for Sasuke, he needed to go right through the heart of it. But not at mid-day. Not when the sun was at its peak temperature. No, he’d likely find himself reborn at the Fountain of Eternity if he allowed himself to be so foolish. Prime or not, you just didn’t travel the hazardously, hot Dunes during the noon hour. He needed to find shelter and to wait out the heat, for he had no desire to reunite with Arnold Hammond, or any storm trooper for that matter.
“This heat is unreal.” the youth muttered as he trudged upwards against a bank of sand, and once he had conquered the hill, he was allowed a panoramic view that gave him the vantage he needed. For some distance off there was what appeared to be an abandoned way station, equipped with fueling pumps, a mechanic’s garage, and even a billboard that read, “Rick's Cafe Americain. Come for the steak, stay for the drinks, because no great story ever started with someone eating a salad!”
Sweat glistened off the ninja’s brow, as his dry and cracked lips parted into a smile, “Home, sweet home.”
After some time trudging through many kilometers of wasteland, he had traversed the distance necessary, and arrived at his destination. Problem was, he wasn’t alone.
A woman garbed in dirty and torn garments that revealed an overtly, full figured, feminine form lay sprawled out next to a broken down Volkswagen, under shade of the way station. As the youth approached her, she stirred, “Hello….?” and once closer to her, she looked up at him from her seated position on the ground. Her tangled and filthy hair lay a strew against her nearly exposed bosom. She had a pleasant face that was surprisingly appealing, even attractive, underneath the grime that coated her features.
“Hello…” she repeated with a hesitant drawl, withdrew from Sasuke, and pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt me.”
Sasuke’s blank facial expression waned, revealing a visage colored with empathy.
“Here, take anything you want.” her timid voice croaked from dehydration as her eyes burned a hole in the sand just under her bare feet. Sasuke studied her in silence.
“There’s no water… You want some food?” she groaned, her cracked lips barely able to form the words. “Take it! Just, please, don’t hurt me!”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” he reassured her without eye contact, his eyes still surveying the way station instead.
“Yea? That’s what the last guy said.” her tone had changed, almost hostile, and it was followed with a maddening cackle that sent a shiver down Sasuke’s spine.
“Could you help me?” the woman asked as she expectantly looked up at Sasuke with her big doe eyes, and pointed to the bucket of bolts next to her, “The wheel fell off. It’s got gas, but I can’t fix it.”
“Maybe if I could… If I could… but I can’t. I bet you could though. You look capable. Why don’t you fix us up and we can both get out of here?” the woman coed as she leaned forward, revealing a vantage to Sasuke that exposed the rest of her breasts. She twirled a finger through a tangled lock of dirty hair as she continued, “Maybe show a girl a good time? Come on sugar. Let’s have some fun.”
She winked and Sasuke chuckled.
“You know the thing good about not having any water?" the Dante’s Abyss Champion blurted out suddenly, and in a much louder octane, "It means no showers…. It means you can smell thieves and bandits from miles away!” by the end of it he was shouting.
And like that, a gang of five, shady looking thugs abandoned their concealment and stepped out from behind Rick’s Café’s billboard.
“I am impressed,” one of them spoke up, distinguishing himself apart from the rest, “this man smelled us from 30 feet away!”
His gang shared in a moment’s laughter before he silenced them with a wave of his hand, “Now, what’s that say about our hygiene, boys?”
Roaring hoots and hollering erupted from the group of vandals, almost as if the filthy were proud they reeked.
“So, it’s safe to assume this is your doing?” as the ninja spoke he directed his attention to the voluptuous vagabond, who in turn, answered with her tongue flapping, licking, and slurping at the space between her to cloven fingers.
Sasuke smirked, “Maybe another time.”
The woman practically undressed Sasuke with her eyes, “Just name the time and place, handsome—”
“Shut the fuck up, wench.” spat the lead highwayman as he raised a hand to her, and in true dirt-bag fashion, laughed when she flinched. He then turned to face the raven haired youth, “And you! Hand over any valuables without any fuss and maybe we’ll let you live. Start with that bag you have over your shoulder there.”
Sasuke just stood silently.
Aggravated, the thug closed the distance between them, “Are you fuckin’ deaf? What’ve you got there in that pack?”
Sasuke smirked and muttered something only audible to himself, “Oh, ya know, just an essence of Omni and two dragon eggs. Basically, your ass in a handbasket. No biggie.”
“What’s that? Speak up, I can’t hear you, you little shit.”
“What pack?” Sasuke questioned.
“Don’t play stupid with me, boy!” the lead thug snarled, clearly growing impatient, “Open the pack and tip it out on the road, nice and slow.”
The shinobi looked the bandit square in the eye, appraising the man’s reaction. He didn’t seem pleased, but Sasuke cared not. Shaking his head, the Uchiha spoke with an eerie calm in his voice, “Can’t do that”
“Take off the FUCKING pack and put it on the ground... Or DIE” the head bandit shouted behind a reddened visage.
The shinobi simply shook his head.
The vandal had had enough and decided to get physical, shoving Sasuke as he shouted, “Are fucking you listening to me?”
"I am now.” Sasuke sneered in contempt.
“Good.” The thug chuckled, his body language loud and bold, full of confidence.
“You listening to me?” asked the ninja with the stillness still ever present in his voice.
Surprised, but not shaken, the bandit responded with, “Tch, yea?” followed by laughter and a look to his men for reassurance.
“Good.” Sasuke smiled before continuing, “Put that hand on me again and you won’t get it back.”
Laughter erupted from the man as he turned to his lackeys, “Do you believe this fucking guy?!” He shook his head and removed a blade concealed within his garments, “Alright, if you want to do it the hard way. We can do that!”
With a firm grip on his blade in one hand, the bandit grabbed ahold of Sasuke’s collar with the other, however, instantly, blood splattered both their faces and the bandit became a cripple, as promised. His gang, wide eyed and speechless, watched on in horror as the swift sword of Kusanagi returned to its sheath before the bloody appendage had even hit the ground.
“AHHHHHH!” the woman screamed and ran for cover.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” the bandit swore as he held onto his now, bloody stump for a hand.
“I warned you.”
“Fuck you!” the bandit cried, “You just fucked up... We're apart of Sledge's gang. You are so fucked! Get 'em boys, KILL HIM!!”
With a wild smile upon his visage, Sasuke took a step back and prepared himself for the oncoming onslaught. Home sweet, home.
Quote:Takes place right after 'The Path To New Babylon'. For Deathchew's backstory, click here.[/spoiler]
An indiscernible blur of cobalt streaked across the dunes, covering several miles in mere moments, until finally, the blur halted, and the youthful form of Sasuke Uchiha took its place. He wasn't sure how far off the mining community that had been raided by Baron Deathchew was, but he had to closer now.The shinobi raised a hand to shield his eyes from the vicious bite of the mid-day sun, and peered across the terrain he had yet to travel.
Daunting and hypnotizing, the blazing heat from the sun’s scorching rays above were but beautiful brush strokes of red and orange that careened across an azure sky. A beauty lost on the inhabitants of the verse, forced to live under the sovereignty of the harshest and most paramount law of the realm: survival.
Scorpions scurried, snakes hissed and slithered, and vultures stalked from above while they all endured the grisly business of desert life in the dunes.
Sunburnt, Sasuke’s skin felt the prickle of a million needles, followed by what felt like a scraping against his flesh with sandpaper. Parched, his mouth was so dry that his tongue had become immovable against the roof of his mouth, and even with the literal ability to create water, a feat all Primes shared, it did nothing to quench his unyielding thirst.
How long had he been at this? He felt as though he had only just left his comrades at the Nippur city gates, but that couldn’t be…
The shinobi turned back to see that the Kingdom of Nippur had indeed, long since been swallowed up by the desert. Time, the desert, or both… were playing games on him. Absent of Nippur in the distance, the horizon was instead lined with great spires of weather-worn stone that fell away into deep, entrenched canyons.
It was a crucible of death, a bone-dry basin of vast and endless ochre. Oceans upon oceans of shifting sands threatened to swallow whole any who traversed their dunes too long.
Unfortunately for Sasuke, he needed to go right through the heart of it. But not at mid-day. Not when the sun was at its peak temperature. No, he’d likely find himself reborn at the Fountain of Eternity if he allowed himself to be so foolish. Prime or not, you just didn’t travel the hazardously, hot Dunes during the noon hour. He needed to find shelter and to wait out the heat, for he had no desire to reunite with Arnold Hammond, or any storm trooper for that matter.
“This heat is unreal.” the youth muttered as he trudged upwards against a bank of sand, and once he had conquered the hill, he was allowed a panoramic view that gave him the vantage he needed. For some distance off there was what appeared to be an abandoned way station, equipped with fueling pumps, a mechanic’s garage, and even a billboard that read, “Rick's Cafe Americain. Come for the steak, stay for the drinks, because no great story ever started with someone eating a salad!”
Sweat glistened off the ninja’s brow, as his dry and cracked lips parted into a smile, “Home, sweet home.”
After some time trudging through many kilometers of wasteland, he had traversed the distance necessary, and arrived at his destination. Problem was, he wasn’t alone.
A woman garbed in dirty and torn garments that revealed an overtly, full figured, feminine form lay sprawled out next to a broken down Volkswagen, under shade of the way station. As the youth approached her, she stirred, “Hello….?” and once closer to her, she looked up at him from her seated position on the ground. Her tangled and filthy hair lay a strew against her nearly exposed bosom. She had a pleasant face that was surprisingly appealing, even attractive, underneath the grime that coated her features.
“Hello…” she repeated with a hesitant drawl, withdrew from Sasuke, and pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt me.”
Sasuke’s blank facial expression waned, revealing a visage colored with empathy.
“Here, take anything you want.” her timid voice croaked from dehydration as her eyes burned a hole in the sand just under her bare feet. Sasuke studied her in silence.
“There’s no water… You want some food?” she groaned, her cracked lips barely able to form the words. “Take it! Just, please, don’t hurt me!”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” he reassured her without eye contact, his eyes still surveying the way station instead.
“Yea? That’s what the last guy said.” her tone had changed, almost hostile, and it was followed with a maddening cackle that sent a shiver down Sasuke’s spine.
“Could you help me?” the woman asked as she expectantly looked up at Sasuke with her big doe eyes, and pointed to the bucket of bolts next to her, “The wheel fell off. It’s got gas, but I can’t fix it.”
“Maybe if I could… If I could… but I can’t. I bet you could though. You look capable. Why don’t you fix us up and we can both get out of here?” the woman coed as she leaned forward, revealing a vantage to Sasuke that exposed the rest of her breasts. She twirled a finger through a tangled lock of dirty hair as she continued, “Maybe show a girl a good time? Come on sugar. Let’s have some fun.”
She winked and Sasuke chuckled.
“You know the thing good about not having any water?" the Dante’s Abyss Champion blurted out suddenly, and in a much louder octane, "It means no showers…. It means you can smell thieves and bandits from miles away!” by the end of it he was shouting.
And like that, a gang of five, shady looking thugs abandoned their concealment and stepped out from behind Rick’s Café’s billboard.
“I am impressed,” one of them spoke up, distinguishing himself apart from the rest, “this man smelled us from 30 feet away!”
His gang shared in a moment’s laughter before he silenced them with a wave of his hand, “Now, what’s that say about our hygiene, boys?”
Roaring hoots and hollering erupted from the group of vandals, almost as if the filthy were proud they reeked.
“So, it’s safe to assume this is your doing?” as the ninja spoke he directed his attention to the voluptuous vagabond, who in turn, answered with her tongue flapping, licking, and slurping at the space between her to cloven fingers.
Sasuke smirked, “Maybe another time.”
The woman practically undressed Sasuke with her eyes, “Just name the time and place, handsome—”
“Shut the fuck up, wench.” spat the lead highwayman as he raised a hand to her, and in true dirt-bag fashion, laughed when she flinched. He then turned to face the raven haired youth, “And you! Hand over any valuables without any fuss and maybe we’ll let you live. Start with that bag you have over your shoulder there.”
Sasuke just stood silently.
Aggravated, the thug closed the distance between them, “Are you fuckin’ deaf? What’ve you got there in that pack?”
Sasuke smirked and muttered something only audible to himself, “Oh, ya know, just an essence of Omni and two dragon eggs. Basically, your ass in a handbasket. No biggie.”
“What’s that? Speak up, I can’t hear you, you little shit.”
“What pack?” Sasuke questioned.
“Don’t play stupid with me, boy!” the lead thug snarled, clearly growing impatient, “Open the pack and tip it out on the road, nice and slow.”
The shinobi looked the bandit square in the eye, appraising the man’s reaction. He didn’t seem pleased, but Sasuke cared not. Shaking his head, the Uchiha spoke with an eerie calm in his voice, “Can’t do that”
“Take off the FUCKING pack and put it on the ground... Or DIE” the head bandit shouted behind a reddened visage.
The shinobi simply shook his head.
The vandal had had enough and decided to get physical, shoving Sasuke as he shouted, “Are fucking you listening to me?”
"I am now.” Sasuke sneered in contempt.
“Good.” The thug chuckled, his body language loud and bold, full of confidence.
“You listening to me?” asked the ninja with the stillness still ever present in his voice.
Surprised, but not shaken, the bandit responded with, “Tch, yea?” followed by laughter and a look to his men for reassurance.
“Good.” Sasuke smiled before continuing, “Put that hand on me again and you won’t get it back.”
Laughter erupted from the man as he turned to his lackeys, “Do you believe this fucking guy?!” He shook his head and removed a blade concealed within his garments, “Alright, if you want to do it the hard way. We can do that!”
With a firm grip on his blade in one hand, the bandit grabbed ahold of Sasuke’s collar with the other, however, instantly, blood splattered both their faces and the bandit became a cripple, as promised. His gang, wide eyed and speechless, watched on in horror as the swift sword of Kusanagi returned to its sheath before the bloody appendage had even hit the ground.
“AHHHHHH!” the woman screamed and ran for cover.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” the bandit swore as he held onto his now, bloody stump for a hand.
“I warned you.”
“Fuck you!” the bandit cried, “You just fucked up... We're apart of Sledge's gang. You are so fucked! Get 'em boys, KILL HIM!!”
With a wild smile upon his visage, Sasuke took a step back and prepared himself for the oncoming onslaught. Home sweet, home.
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