02-28-2016, 09:21 AM
“Well spirit? Is this what you wanted?” Ururu yelled out, attracting no doubt a lot of more attention than she had ever had in life. She didn’t care though. All the adrenaline in her system was pushing her towards the one thing she needed.
No response beyond distant muttering
“We killed your captor, unleashed you ‘relics’ so where the fuck are you?” Ururu questioned before snarling, “Give me my family back!”
Only a dead wind came as a reply. Nothing.
Blood was pounding in her ears; her lungs only drew in stale air. Too many people in too confined of a space. And this world was collapsing. Everything was pushing them to an inevitable end; one Ururu could all too easily believe. A human’s final solution.
She had done everything she could, learned everything about this place. Saw the Warlock put down. Though the dark place inside her wanted to have been the one to do it. Instead someone else did it, which left her only one real goal now; see that Teucer gave back her family. She was in good enough condition that her body only felt like it had been run over by a few horses but no worse for wear otherwise. She could still make demands if need be force the ghost… someway… somehow… to listen to her.
“Desco thinks Ururu needs a vacation.” Desco said wearily as she wandered in from another portion of the cave.
That comment earned the monster girl a snort from Ururu. It was a mass understatement to say the least. “I think we both need one,” Ururu replied
Desco shook herself bodily, “Desco is ready for round two!” Which Ururu couldn’t help but note didn’t seem nearly as upbeat as the young girl usually had been.
“Of course you are, still a vacation sounds good” Ururu giggled despite the pain that lanced through her body.
With a grin Desco nodded, “Then we’ll summon some prinnies will make Desco and Ururu a large feast!”
As the last of the chakra cloak dissipated from her, Ururu felt the weight of the last five days slide over her like a lead blanket. More to the point though she could feel the eyes of everyone around her as well. The people she had led here, though only a few were focused on her, all seemed vying for another fight; or if not all, at least most of them. The tension and anger were there.
“Come on let’s get out of here before this place caves in.” Ururu whispered with a sideways glance.
Desco jumped and began looking erratically at the walls spotting what Ururu was naturally inclined to do. The damage to battlefield was significant and stress fractures were forming in every direction. The sound alone while subtle was extremely telling to anyone who had ever worked with moving earth as a profession. The signs were there and were strongest where basalt gave way to other rocks. That one sulfur-iron vein that cut through the ceiling especially had her worried.
Straightening her backpack, which thankfully her chakra cloak had protected, Ururu led Desco out of the cave quickly along the edges of the group where they were greeted by mostly fresh air. The smell of ozone though was pervasive. But really caught her senses was the distant distinct view of the two Hokage that she first seen.
If anyone they could potentially trust, it was them. Well as far as Ururu would trust any ninja from her world. She had identified herself a member of their village though and that had to account for something.
“Looks like luck might just be with us.” Ururu said, moving to follow.
“Desco is the final boss; Ururu and Desco don’t need luck!”
No response beyond distant muttering
“We killed your captor, unleashed you ‘relics’ so where the fuck are you?” Ururu questioned before snarling, “Give me my family back!”
Only a dead wind came as a reply. Nothing.
Blood was pounding in her ears; her lungs only drew in stale air. Too many people in too confined of a space. And this world was collapsing. Everything was pushing them to an inevitable end; one Ururu could all too easily believe. A human’s final solution.
She had done everything she could, learned everything about this place. Saw the Warlock put down. Though the dark place inside her wanted to have been the one to do it. Instead someone else did it, which left her only one real goal now; see that Teucer gave back her family. She was in good enough condition that her body only felt like it had been run over by a few horses but no worse for wear otherwise. She could still make demands if need be force the ghost… someway… somehow… to listen to her.
“Desco thinks Ururu needs a vacation.” Desco said wearily as she wandered in from another portion of the cave.
That comment earned the monster girl a snort from Ururu. It was a mass understatement to say the least. “I think we both need one,” Ururu replied
Desco shook herself bodily, “Desco is ready for round two!” Which Ururu couldn’t help but note didn’t seem nearly as upbeat as the young girl usually had been.
“Of course you are, still a vacation sounds good” Ururu giggled despite the pain that lanced through her body.
With a grin Desco nodded, “Then we’ll summon some prinnies will make Desco and Ururu a large feast!”
As the last of the chakra cloak dissipated from her, Ururu felt the weight of the last five days slide over her like a lead blanket. More to the point though she could feel the eyes of everyone around her as well. The people she had led here, though only a few were focused on her, all seemed vying for another fight; or if not all, at least most of them. The tension and anger were there.
“Come on let’s get out of here before this place caves in.” Ururu whispered with a sideways glance.
Desco jumped and began looking erratically at the walls spotting what Ururu was naturally inclined to do. The damage to battlefield was significant and stress fractures were forming in every direction. The sound alone while subtle was extremely telling to anyone who had ever worked with moving earth as a profession. The signs were there and were strongest where basalt gave way to other rocks. That one sulfur-iron vein that cut through the ceiling especially had her worried.
Straightening her backpack, which thankfully her chakra cloak had protected, Ururu led Desco out of the cave quickly along the edges of the group where they were greeted by mostly fresh air. The smell of ozone though was pervasive. But really caught her senses was the distant distinct view of the two Hokage that she first seen.
If anyone they could potentially trust, it was them. Well as far as Ururu would trust any ninja from her world. She had identified herself a member of their village though and that had to account for something.
“Looks like luck might just be with us.” Ururu said, moving to follow.
“Desco is the final boss; Ururu and Desco don’t need luck!”