Cezerny
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Post by Cezerny on Sept 26, 2013 17:43:47 GMT -5
Shu pitched him good. Cezerny didn't even have a clue what was happening until he was picked up and flung clear over a couple of neighborhood blocks. He smashed into a tree trunk, momentarily stunned before he crashed through a kitchen window and landed on the very full dinner table of a family who was just sitting down to enjoy their roasted turkey.
Cezerny left the house, through the front door this time with a drumstick in his mouth and mashed potatoes all over his back. A bandage was wrapped around his head where the carving knife had flipped up and come back down and stabbed him in the eyebrow. By the time he got back to the bar he was thrown from, of course, Shu was gone. His scent still lingered strong in the area, having only been a couple of hours past. And Cezerny followed it for as long as he could. The trail simply went cold at some point, and with the tyrptophan running rampant through his system, Cezerny simply collapsed into a pile of garbage and fell asleep.
The following day was spent running around in circles, tracing Shu's scent back to where he had been and back to the place that it went cold. Physical scents had hit a brick wall. A few mingled here and there, and from this point, Cezerny decided to follow the new scent now before turning back to return that evening to the house that he had been flung into.
After all, it was taco night.
The next day, he returned to where he had last left off and started following the scent of the new person again. It was the only other scent where Shu's had ended, and were similarly timed in age. Which means that Shu had to have encountered this person. Perhaps by finding them, he could find out what happened to Shu. This scent was strong. It was easy to follow. And follow, he did.
Followed it right into a den of IMMORALITY!
There were breasts everywhere. And where there wasn't breasts, there was ass. Cezerny's kind of joint. and apparently, Shu's too. Nose was hard at work. Now he was looking for that distinctive tickle of tanuki chakra. And he would find it. Slouching down into the plush couch, he turned to the unfamiliar gentleman sitting next to him. "Whaddya say we go halvsies on a champagne room, brah? Whoa...you look different. You get a haircut, guy?"
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Post by Shu on Sept 26, 2013 18:55:35 GMT -5
The demonic tanuki had certainly been busy since he parted ways, rather comically with the mercenary. Since then he had thrown at least three more people, just to see the optimal height to make fleshies go splat. He didn't have the exact math on it but it was somewhere between very high and pretty fucking high. Give or take. Outside of that, he had procured himself a new meatbag to use as a disguise as well as expanded his influence within the black market.
So he was out to celebrate. Some top shelf alcohol, all of the vivacious female fleshies that his disguises seemed to enjoy so much, and the appropriate atmosphere where he could stab someone and people would just turn a blind eye. Despite the stench of humans and various other things, it was a nice place to relax.
And that was his mistake. Thinking that he could relax.
Closing his eyes and sitting back in his lounge chair he was quickly snapped back into reality by that irksome voice. He would not open his eyes. Not yet. Instead he just took a deep puff of the cigarette he had recently lit, a new vice that came with this body. He had to give B her credit. Whatever she put in it made him feel...calm. "Fuck," was all he said as he blew the smoke into the air. Slowly opening his eyes would reveal the same golden irises, the only thing that stayed consistent in his forms.
"That took you what? Three whole days?" He then noticed the bandages on his head and grinned a little bit. He assumed that Cezerny would have just teleported himself somewhere before crashing. Apparently the idea hadn't come to him. Shu couldn't determine if that was a good thing or not. Truthfully, Cezerny was his biggest threat. He had been able to track him twice now in such a minimal amount of time. It was ridiculous. But still useful.
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Post by Cezerny on Sept 27, 2013 14:55:10 GMT -5
Cezerny kicked his feet up on the table, glancing over at Shu. He just couldn't put his finger on it...something was off about him. He still knew it was Shu, somehow. He SAW him as Shu, knew it even when he closed his eyes. But he didn't look like Shu. He was smoking a cigarette. Maybe that's what was different. Shu, to his knowledge, did not smoke. "Yeah...I would have probably found you yesterday, but that family whose house you threw me into...they were so happy that I helped them clean up that they invited me to dinner again yesterday. Tacos, my nig! You know how long it's been since I had a taco?"
Oh, here comes a stripper. Cezerny pulled out a wad of cash, peeled off a few bills and tucked them into the waistband of the woman's panties. "Sorry, chick...I gotta talk with my bro-guy for a minute here about tacos and shit. Take that and go make yourself scarce, eh?"
Now he had a black eye and a stab wound. By the time he woke up, there was a new stripper in her place. "Ow, shit man. What happened? Did that piece hit me? I think we need to recruit her, eh?" He laughed heartily as he said it. "If every bird in here can hit like that, they're doing the wrong job!" He turned just in time to see another fist come from from his peripheral vision, just in time to black his other eye.
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Post by Shu on Sept 30, 2013 10:54:19 GMT -5
It was probably a good thing that Cezerny had stayed with that family for an extra night. Considering the business transaction he had just concluded the previous day. Had the Uzumaki-Yun mutt shown up things would have still worked out, of course. He was the Ichibi. If he wanted something then he would get it. However, the flair in which he executed his plan would have more than likely been ruined by the appearance of the mercenary.
Before he could explain anything the fool had managed to coldcocked by not one but two of the strippers in the club. During his initial time spent of being unconscious Shu was actually the one that stabbed him. Why? Because there was a knife available and Cezerny annoyed him.
"Stop pissing off the females," Shu said as he blew out another stream of smoke. Glancing at the cigarette that had been more than half way finished caused the tanuki to grimace. He was growing tired of this body. It was useful in that the guy was a nobody. Not even a ninja. But the body had a craving for those cigarette things and it was annoying. His body began to shift, like ripples in sand. It only took a matter of seconds before Shu was back in the form of Shōgō and a pleased smirk on his face. "Much better!" he said as he flicked the lit cigarette into the distance. One of the strippers cried out as it landed in her weave and caught fire pretty quickly. "Picked up a new associate," Shu said as he reached into a pocket and pulled out a bag of some type of drug. "The medicine woman, B. She works for me now. With her connections I should be able to manipulate things more easily in Kaminari no Kuni and Tsuchi no Kuni."
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Post by Cezerny on Oct 2, 2013 23:40:03 GMT -5
"Ahh....fack, man." Cezerny groaned sitting up. He wasn't sure whether to grab his now-throbbing eyes, or his freshly-stabbed shoulder. "What in the hell happened, bro? Them bitches dotted me up, didn't they?" He still said this with a smile, despite the fact that he was now bleeding, and could barely see. His bottom lids were beginning to swell, but that was of no matter to him. He could sleep that off.
"Sure thing, chief." Shu said, kicking back in the chair and pressing a clump of napkins to his stab wound. It was nothing major. He had experienced much worse, that was for sure. Still, this was becoming a dangerous area. Women just slapped you unconscious and then tenderized you in your sleep. He had always thought this to be a fairly nice area, but it seemed to be going a bit downhill if this was a normal happening in an evening.
Or maybe it was just him.
When Cezerny next looked to Shu, he was himself, again. At least, the himself that Cezerny knew him as. "There you go, Shu. I see you there, boss!" He could get used to the other guy, as well, but since this was the Shu that he met, this was the Shu that he liked. Nose was already at work as Shu pulled the bag out of his pocket. It smelled...potent. Even outside of the woman's scent on the bag, the drug itself was fragrant. Strong.
"That's pretty cool there." he agreed, nodding solemnly. "You gonna get into moving some packs? Pushing some product?" Cezerny was genuinely confused. He thought Shu wanted to take down some shinobi villages, not to distribute Blue Magic all over the hood like Frank Lucas. Though, I guess that was conquering in a certain sense. He had a vision of himself and Shu, strolling around in long mink coats, money fluttering from their pockets as they walked, golden pimp goblets in hand.
"Heh..." he laughed stupidly at his own vision, smiling and nodding. "That's 100% alpaca. You blot that shit!
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Post by Shu on Oct 3, 2013 13:43:43 GMT -5
When questioned about his involvement in the drug trade game Shu simply shrugged. He hadn't really given it much thought. All he had planned to do was use the revenue to fund his plots to thwart the shinobi villages. Even a beast such as himself understood that money opened a lot of doors in this world. Admittedly, he could just blow up those doors, but he was focusing on finesse at this point.
"Maybe. If I get bored," Shu answered truthfully. Going beyond his schemes and plans for revenge he had one base desire, to have fun. To experience all the things that he had never been allowed to do. It was why he frequented these dens of debauchery so often. Their carefree nature and utter disregard for social conventions spoke to him. Or maybe it was just adverse affects of his jutsu. He didn't really care anymore. "B's network will take care of all that though. This is just a way to get people in my pocket. Politicians, crime lords, mercenaries, shinobi all have a price. This just saves me the energy of having to do it myself."
Standing up from the table he downed the rest of his bottle of whatever. "I'm about to have some real fun for a change. I've spent two months in this form. I need to stretch my legs if you catch my meaning," he said with a deranged smirk. In truth, this was just another part in his grand plan. Going on a rampage in another country would definitely spread awareness of his escape and drastically undermine Suna in the process. Also, one of B's greatest competitors was located in this village. So really it was three birds with one Bijūdama. Three birds and a whole village, technically.
"You can help out if you want. Consider it a soul buffet! Yeah, that works. A soul buffet. Just for you," he said motioning towards one of the strippers that had decked Cezerny earlier, who just happened to be holding a knife. "And when we're done I need you to take me to Suna. You can do that, right?"
He didn't wait around to hear the answer. No, he was already making his way outside of the club and out into the crowded streets. Stumbling as if he were drunk he slammed into a bunch of people, groaning as if he were in pain. Playing on the fantasy that this body was possessed. "Help me!" he cried as a man pushed him away. A crowd starting to form around the "crazy man." Then, without warning, his arm erupted in sand slamming countless people through a building. His tail materialized behind his body and crashed through four buildings. "SHA HA HA~!" the unsightly mix of beast and man laughed as people began to flee from the scene. Gradually more and more sand began to overtake the body until he was a human-sized Shukaku. His laughter seemed to echo throughout the village as he proceeded to slaughter anyone in his sights in as creative a way possible.
Men. Women. Children. Pets. If it was alive he killed it.
Within a matter of minutes he had reached a good enough size where he was towering over buildings. He then formed walls of sand around the village, blocking of the majority of the escape routes. He needed survivors to tell the story after all. There were a few ninja in the village, for whatever reason, but they were dealt with with far more prejudice. One had sand forced down their throat which rapidly expanded, causing him to pop like a balloon. Another was drawn and quartered. He simply threw one of them in the direction of Kumogakure. Part of him hoped that he made it there.
By the time he was nearing the end of his rampage many of the streets were flooded with sand, no building left intact, and several streets were stained red. Pausing for a moment to locate Cezerny he surrounded his right hand man in a sphere of sand, which he levitated high above the village. With him safe he opened up his mouth and began to prime his deadliest weapon. A careful blend of black and white chakra melded into a sphere in front of him. The few still alive to see its creation cast away all disillusion of their survival. The giant sand tanuki then swallowed the compressed dark sphere and a second later released a black blast wave that utterly decimated three-fourth's of the village and any other village caught in the crossfire.
When it was all said and done Shu's bestial body exploded, causing a rain of sand to pour down on the remnants of the village. From the epicenter of the explosion his human form emerged and brought down the sphere with Cezerny to him.
"Well that was fun," Shu said in a truly gleeful tone, and the sand sphere dissolved. "Now let's bail. Still got shit to do."
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Post by Cezerny on Oct 4, 2013 15:59:10 GMT -5
Truth be told, Cezerny wasn't quite sure how he felt about the possibility of getting into the drug trade. He was a mercenary. He dealt in life and death. On one hand, the money dictated the deed. But he saw what drugs did to people. But it would be hypocritical of him to be against altering an existing life to the possibility of it being unlivable when he had nommed so many soul arms and legs, crippling his adversaries in the same way drugs might.
Still, he was not a man of morals. And so the thought did not stick with him long. Particularly when Shu mentioned a certain variety of buffet. And with those words, a certain smile pooled across his face. One unlike the normal, goofy one that the mercenary often wore. This was a smile of malice. Of madness. "Thought you'd never ask, bruh."
It was truly magnificent to watch Shu change. It was something he had never seen the likes of before, and would not likely ever see again. The sand pooling, piling, shifting and shaping until the tanuki was formed...moments like these were what he lived for. And as Shu had a beast inside, so did he... His skin would literally seem to rip apart, shredding as a black dog, entirely too large for what little bit of Cezerny there was, fought free. It clawed, snarling, landing with a thud that shook the ground slightly. Amber eyes shone out from a pitch black coat and erect ears swiveled, then pinned as lips parted in what some might interpret as a snarl. But the canine, roughly the height of a small elephant, was smiling.
After all, it was dinner time.
And feast, he did. Whatever Shu wounded, he came along and finished up. There would be no wounds to tell of. No, teeth transcended the physical to bite down on the very soul, tearing it free from the body and devouring it like the most godly of fruits. No one was safe. And Cezerny was starving. And when they were done, and stood in the decimated streets, Cezerny turned to his friend, nodded, and raised his sealed hand. Throwing an arm over Shu's shoulders, he formed the one-handed seal that would transport them to a spot not too far from the gates of Sunagakure no Sato, deep in the heart of Kaze no Kuni. It was under a rock next to a signpost...a quite unassuming spot. Cezerny always hit his head on that rock when he landed, but he came here so infrequently that he forgot about it every time.
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