Infinite Event Horizon's Mission Chain: Part 1: Circus of Slaughter

Tetra had appeared at the outskirts of the village. She decided waiting next to the wooded area would be best for now. Her six foot six body stood rather tall among the trees yet was unseen by most. She cared not for how the day went for she'd just completed a mission and was already sent on another one. She didn't even have time to get out of this disgusting outfit she was stuck in. She had lost her previous Jounin gear which meant she was literally stuck wearing this, thing that those bandits put on her. Those bring golden optics of hers would dart around the area searching, waiting, watching, for any sign of the courier that was suppose to bring her new clothing. She had used her influence to find and get a clothing maker to bring her a new set of clothes that would fit well with her style of doing things. She had noted that not everything was as it seemed, and that, especially for her, meant more then anyone would ever know. With this simple thought in mind, her eyes would close for an instant as she relaxed against a tree. This outfit she wore was somewhat uncomfortable.

It was a mostly tight white body suit constructed with straps and belts designed to keep her in a permanent state of arrest. Such a pity those devious groupies of hers never got the chance to fully use it to it's advantage. Her long boots felt somewhat, out of style a bit, as she checked herself once again. She felt every strap and buckle that was adorned to her body, seeing how disgusting it was. Such a thing to be created was not anything she'd ever wear in a million years, hair up or otherwise. Shaking this thought from her racked brain she managed to settle the racing ideas down to a simple set. First, she needed to change. Second, she needed to wait for the team to arrive before they could move out and be briefed.

Tetra knew all too well the use of on-the-go briefings as she herself had to use them multiple times. This, however, was an odd place to have one. She stood, almost literally on the verge of the forest. Trees filled the area behind her quite thick. In front of her, a simple dirt pathway that lead back to the village. This happened to be a road less traveled but still, a road none the less. As time passed, she would soon receive the new outfit she'd been waiting for. She would give the man a small bag before he would walk off into the distance. It was time, to see the new outfit. With out hesitation, Tetra lifted the outfit out of the quickly unwrapped box to see a two piece suit like object with flared gloves. Oh, she was giddy with joy at it's craftsmanship. It was beautiful beyond the last outfits she wore by a marginal amount.

At last, she'd finally have clothes to wear that weren't, well, rape clothes. Just to be honest. With that, she'd stand for a moment sensing that, perhaps the team was arriving soon. Of course Tetra was not shy to them. They were like family to her. Yes, even the one, tall guy that seems to just appear out of nowhere. You know who she means. Yeah, you. With her thoughts finally coming to a calm she simply stood there, with her suit in her hands and a flute tucked into her bodysuit.

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The forest on the edge of Kirigakure was surprisingly thick, not dissimilar to the ones in Konoha. However, there were many differences. Between the climate and general lack of wood-cutters, the trees that sprung up around Kirigakure were much, much older. They also tended to extend their roots into the ground, nailing themselves in place. Some had survived hurricanes with little issue, with how deep the roots went.

Of course not a single shred of that information really mattered to the Mad Mystic, but it was interesting nonetheless. As with anyone proclaiming themselves a scientists, Kuro found himself curious whenever something interesting popped up. Perhaps that was his reason for joining this team. No, it was probably because of his boredom and desire to complete S rank missions for fun. In the endless boredom  that was existence, Kuro sought out the most exciting things to occupy him, as such, a team with two S ranks was too good to pass up, even if they perhaps viewed him as weak, or useless. Many had seen him as such in the past, so it would be no surprise. In truth, the thought was far more amusing than insulting. So many judged something before they bothered to look deep enough to see the hidden truths.

Kuro's thoughts ended as he heard the leaf beneath his foot crumble, the ants on the leaf running for dear life. He found it oddly poetic, questioning whether or not this was the way the world was meant to be, the weak running from the strong. In any case, he had to meet his team, wherever they were. With his ridiculous sense of direction, it may take a while.

Or not, he thought, as he fell from the tree he had been running on. Similar to the Konoha ninja, Kuro had learned how to run through trees with ease. Less because it was useful and more because it looked absolutely fucking awesome. Regardless, as he fell, he tucked into a roll, hitting the ground and rolling onto his feet, right in front of Tetra. Oddly, there was no dirt on him after he had done so, his red cloak free from all dirt or grime. His other clothes, a pair of black pants, and a red shirt, were also no worse for wear. His red hair was shifted, but looked almost no different than normal, thanks to the fact that his normal style of hair was quite simply the most chaotic and ruffled style that he had ever seen.

He had no weapons, and his clothes were closer to that of a noble than a shinobi, but if one were to base skill on clothing, one would expect practically every ninja to be a clown. If one looked closely, it became apparent that Kuro was not a normal man. His stance was laid back, almost lazy even. His hands were in his pockets, with a serene smile plastered on his face. Still... his eyes seemed inhuman in some indescribable manner, as if the light that the fire of humanity gave off had been replaced with a creeping darkness, made apparent by his eyes drifting into a thousand-yard stare.

"Hello." He spoke, his voice calm and casual, though it seemed to be laced with a small bit of amusement, as if he knew something no one else did, yet refused to share. "Has the other arrived yet?" His manner of speech was... odd, to say the least, but perhaps it hinted at his personality, or his past. Yes, it was entirely possible it reflected his life until this point, and if one was capable of such deep thinking, they may very well discover why it was he acted so.

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Thoughts ran rampart through Raigon's mind of the past. The time spent with only his sister and their sensei, the oddity of the fact that the three of them happened to be the only allowable team of two gennin and a jounin leader, and his eventual betrayal. With his eye's stuck in the distant past, Rai's finger traced along the edge of a scalpel. In no fashion was he a doctor as much as fireman was a lumberjack, but tools of the trade are shared among both. For Raigon, the scalpel was an instrument for drawing out his own life force. As a fuuinjutsu specialist he understood the usefulness of cloth and ink, but also that certain seals, certain jutsu, required a much more personal effect.

Time seemed to quickly slip away as he let his mind wander through it's recesses in search of the motivation he needed. There was one piece missing from the formula. Raigon, albeit ironically, could literally almost feel it in his soul. One more piece to allow him to put into effect the technique he had mapped out from the moment of his sensei's betrayal. The need to extract what was already sold in the pursuit of power from those who abuse it. That collection of emotion lead to nothing but darkness and despite knowing this, Raigon embraced it. Instead of rejecting it in a mesh of personal conflict, he accepted it as a part of himself that only served to improve the rate at witch he could grow to extract the deepest seeded roots of evil in man. His soul.

Before he knew it, hours had passed and Rai was indefinitely late to the meeting that his team had set in the outskirts of the village. Swift movements inside, and even swifter out, brought the Anbu Captain to be fully dressed, cloaked, and on the move atop the roofs of the village towards the meeting point. Given his status as captain of the Anbu in Kirigakure Raigon's face had to be covered for the most part of his time and as such he wore his Dragon styled mask. Honestly, he had no idea what the damned thing was made out of, but it was lightweight and quite durable. Enough so that it never seemed to lose a bit of it's whiteness even due to the cigarettes smoked through the small circular mouth opening used to allow sound to be clearly heard. As his mind crossed it, Raigon reached for a cigarette and still decided not to light one given the fact that his younger sister would be present and bitching if she saw the cancerous stick in his possession.

There was no sound in the hidden mist village this high up. Only the slight flutter of the cloak and the winds carried in off of the coast that brought with it the mist. Raigon moved even more silently still than that and, from the position of highest altitude, noticed his sister and somewhat awkward family like team member. Her clearly content with her new clothes that probably had been courtesy of the courier he had seen entering the village as he leapt over the wall to exit and him standing there in his higher class of garb with a fake smile on his face. It was actually refreshing. Both seeing the two of them awaiting and the sincerity in Kuro's eyes. They were in the right place for a mission.After landing on the limb of a tree and lightly dropping to the ground Cass nodded to both of them before handing his gigantic excuse for a younger sister a piece of her favorite snack candy he had stowed away to placate her and followed by grabbing and lighting a cigarette. After the first exhale he spoke, "So, when do we leave?" Raigon knew the answer to his question, but as the lightest of the trio socially, he had to throw out a chuckle worthy rhetoric to break the ice.

Tetra listened as Kuro asked a question. Oh, he asked a question. So it was Kuro that had arrived first. That was odd. Tetra's eyes followed the man up and down to see that he was dressed in the usual, well, regal attire. How quaint. Her eyes would run back down to her outfit as she spoke with a soft and kind voice much akin to an angel's.

"He's yet to arrive which is strange. He's most likely just lost in thought. Would you mind holding these for me?"

Tetra would say as she placed the box with the outfit in the hands of Kuro. She was sure he wouldn't mind so she continued doing what was on her mind. She grasped a piece of her clothing from the top where a belt was perfectly latched onto. Taking that belt, she pulled it with a fair bit of strength to cause it to tear off. In that moment, she clothing began to fall apart. The white almost skin tight body suit fell to the ground almost immediately Her plump C breasts gently flopped down as the clothing struck the grass with a thunk sound. Stepping out of it, she'd toss it to the side with out hesitation. Her next movement was to swiftly and with expert balance, discard her shoes from her body. Once completed this left her nude and in front of Kuro. It was then that she took the pants from the box and started to slip them on. Each leg slowly and snugly slid into the respective leg making sure it was skin tight but extremely maneuverable.

Tetra had no idea what material this was made of but it felt like silken heaven upon her skin. After getting her feet into the shoe part and pulling the pants up to her thigh, her hands grasped the pants tightly before pulling upwards. The fabric slid past her almost model like clean body which was, by far, extremely tidy. As she did so she felt a tiny bit uncomfortable. It took some adjusting, however, given a minute or two she managed to get her clothing perfectly squared away. At least the bottom part. This clothing, however, was slightly embarrassing as it left nothing to the imagination. Well almost nothing. Certain areas were not, indeed skin tight, but instead they were almost so in such a way that you could tell she was at least, not packing a surprise.

After spending a moment to ensure her pants were on correctly, she began to put the top on. This, in an amazing turn of events, had a type of zipper on it. It wasn't a zipper per say but almost like velcro. What ever the material it allowed her to open it and close it but it acted as one piece with out the instability of a zipper. Placing her hands through each sleeve she managed to put it on with relative ease. Once again, this seemed nearly skin tight. It felt good to move in however, so that was enjoyable. She would seal up the clothing around her breasts which she situated to be perfectly centered as best as possible. After the top was nice and shut she noted it reached up her neck a ways. Interesting design choice but she enjoyed it.

With out hesitaiton and almost in a fairly quick manner, she slid the gloves on to feel what it was like. Oh she loved the texture of the clothing and how soft, almost silken like it was. If she was into that sort of thing, she might have even had a special explosion of pleasure. But she wasn't. So stop thinking about it. After clasping her hands a few tiems into fists, she could feel the movements of the fabric and enjoyed it greatly. She was easily accepting of this. After that little escapade, Tetra would take her old suit and pack it deep inside the box thing before sealing it back up. She'd toss it down upon the ground when Castigo had shown up. After dropping in she'd receive a piece of candy. Oh how lucky! She took the cherry flavored candy and stuck it in her mouth after opening the wrapper.

Oh that sly one! He did that to mitigate the fact that he wanted a cigarette. What a cheeky bastard! Once she realized what was happening, she'd quickly grab the tube of death and place it upon the box. After doing so the box would then start on fire. She'd precede to take the tube of death and shove it in his mouth hole before speaking in a somewhat stern, yet highly caring voice.

"You know those things are bad for you. Gah, I don't know why I bother with you."

After a moment she realized he asked when they would leave. HE, asked THEM when they would leave. She started right in before Kuro could even speak.

"Oh, so YOU ask US when WE'RE leaving after you take HOURS TO...You got me candy so I wouldn't yell at you.....You....You cheeky bastard. Well, Maybe you win...THIS time..."

Tetra scoffed slightly. She loved her brother wholeheartedly. That was no lie. She loved him to the ends of the earth and, well, perhaps that was why she never really had that much of a problem looking the other way when he started smoking. She understood the reason though. She knew, too well, that their lives seemed full of crap to deal with. If it wasn't for him she doubted he'd ever be smoking. with her thoughts now leaning towards a more, immediate problems, she'd begin to analyze the situation and wonder just what they were getting into.

"Well we might as well move out now. We better be careful though....Thanks to Smokey the Bear over here we can be smelled coming from a mile away."

She chuckled a little at her own comment. Smokey the Bear. What a funny thing to say. As they would begin trekking through the forest, she'd make sure to stay close enough to Kuro, seeing as he was the only one below S rank. She didn't want to see him get hurt.

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In an amusing turn of events, Tetra began to strip before Kuro's very eyes, handing him a box, which he held in both palms. The strangest part of the situation was not how the woman stripped without a care in the world, nor was it that Kuro's eyes never left her, it was where he was staring. His golden eyes bore into her own, his serene smile morphing into an incredibly amused smile, and perhaps a bit curious. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, but his vision did not move from her eyes, even when her own eyes were blocked by the clothing for mere moments. It would disturb most, how Kuro's vision did not waver for a moment, but something told him this woman did not care. Good. It was always so annoying bothering with those tiresome questions, always from those who did not understand his mentality. Perhaps it was his upbringing, but he found eye contact to be one of his favorite things. It could be a calm reassurance or a battle of wills. Regardless, at the moment it was more out of politeness than anything. He could have turned away, but he was far from embarrassed, and since she stripped without a thought, he had no problem with simply looking into her eyes. Creepy, perhaps, but that was just a part of who he was.

The man who appeared was different than Tetra or himself, in many ways. Tetra seemed like someone who cared little for the norms of society, but she did not seem to be ignorant of them. Perhaps she took some sort of secret pleasure in other people's embarrassment. He had heard of such people before, so it was not surprising. Hell, he was probably one of them. No, looking back on his actions, he was definitely one of them. Even so, there was a sense of serenity following the woman, as if she had nothing wrong with her mentality at all, almost like her soul was at peace. The man, though, he felt... regretful. As if he had journeyed far, but lost himself along the way. He had a weight on his shoulders that most would not understand, and Kuro found himself almost surprised. In little more than a few sentences, the two had revealed quite a bit. Obviously they knew each other very well, but how much so was up for debate. For all he knew, these two were once lovers of some sort, or perhaps siblings. 

That was what that darkness in Kuro was, that innate ability to understand others through simple gestures and movements. The way they walked, stood, talked, even the way they breathed... all of it showed so much and yet so few knew how to read it. Kuro was blessed to have such a skill from birth, honing it through his lifetime. However, regardless of whatever faults these two before him had, there was one thing that their entire existence showed. They could be trusted.

Not with his life story, mind you, but enough to form a capable team. It was likely true they were more powerful than him, and the woman seemed a bit too close to him. That made it obvious what her opinion of his power was, but her reasoning for it was not known to the Mad Mystic. It could be that she viewed him as useless fodder, as an idiot who needed to be saved, or simply someone weaker than her. Perhaps, the man thought, one of those was true. 

Regardless of his inner thoughts, Kuro's smile merely turned back into his serene grin, turning his eyes towards the leader of the team now. A glance in the eyes was all he did, and yet somehow he managed to express quite a bit with that. A slight narrowing of the eyes, a widening grin, all of it pointing towards some sort of sadistic nature hidden beyond Kuro's mask of calmness. Oh yes... After all, Kuro had just as much fire in him as he did dark.

"The sooner we depart the better, although I do not believe I have the mission details, so if you would not mind cluing me in." Not a demand, but not a question. It was more akin to a simple statement that served as a reminder for the other two, although Kuro may lose a bit of standing by questioning this, he was being honest. He had not received any details about the mission, only the location they would meet up. In truth, any ninja worth his salt would put aside his pride and ask for the details in his situation, as it would be utterly stupid to walk into a mission not knowing what that mission was. But then... wasnt the world filled with stupid people anyway? Kuro's thoughts amused him as he walked next to Tetra, amused at both his own mind, and her most likely reasons for walking closer to him than the other man.

Perhaps, if only for a while, he could trust these two to not abandon him, or to betray him, like everyone else had. It wasnt important, he supposed. Even if they did, he would simply continue in the same way he started. There was nothing wrong with going about it alone, really. In fact, being alone had kept him alive in so many instances. It was what shaped him into the man he was today, with that darkness and fire residing just beneath his mask, reading to unleash hell onto the world, and yet at the same time, ready to make peace with it. A living contradiction. For each thing he hated in others, he did himself. It was a cursed existence, but one he did not mind so much. It was fun, being him. 

...He could do with a bit more power, though.

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