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Yakoul Kakariko


The Confederation's General of Armed Forces


Military Establishement - Staff Lounge - Sunagakure


@GrafRoy Zeppeli@KenyeIsMyLife





The first to talk was the comedian of the group, Tanji, who from the start fiddled with the concept of Yakoul's gender. Something the feline would be quite used to by then, but the silliness of the intelligence agent's way of engaging with his superior prompted Yakoul to roll its eyes.

"Just ... Call me Boss."

Brushing its face in annoyance before yawning in the rudest way possible, it kept staring awkwardly at Tanji who seemed to have finished his little story when in the 11th Corps. The general grinned at a small piece of information the man gave it, the part about interrogation, just the man for the job they were going to undertake the following day, all three of them. Swiftly, the cat person got on its feet, off the sofa and went along to grab itself some coffee.

"So you liked it there huh? I didn't. Piece of shit white room, absent of any fucking thing to do other than wait for some incompetent idiot to find intel we likely know about. But but but, I gotta admit, your interrogation skills are giving me a raging boner."

It grabbed the transparent coffee kettle and instead of pouring it on a nearby mug like any normal person, it chugged directly from the container only to drop it while screaming hysterically. It coughed for a few seconds, coffee now covered the floor it was stepping on.

"Ahhhh fuck fuck fuckeddy fuck! Why is this shit so HOT oh my GOD!"

Pissed off, it smacked the table's foot lightly before marching in circles as it rubbed the back of its head, evidently making a fool out of itself. It didn't help that Kanata added into the problem by downright mocking her superior by getting a little to comfortable with its hospitality. With the nickname 'Neko-sama', it was over. It slowly walked over to her, as it would always do, its tail swaying from left to right as would a provoked cat. It kept silent, quickly adding a whole lot more tension to the room.

"Keeping my mouth shut? The Cat?"

Before even giving a chance for Kanata to even attempt to apologize, the swaying tail used its limber and light form to swiftly deliver a brutal slap across her cheek. Kanata would feel as though she had received one of the most violent slaps of her life, the strength comparable to a large man's with massive hands. Yakoul had its arms crossed and frowned somewhat after delivering the strike at the young girl. It didn't feel bad for her, it was just annoyed that its good mood was cut short by all of the bullshit that had just happened.

"I do respect those two footballs you have as balls, but a minimal of motherfucking respect is in fucking order little cunt. I'm the boss. Not fucking NEKO-SAMA."

Sighing after establishing this, it would regain it normal expression and crack its jaw before resuming what it initially started.

"I forgive you this time. Anyway, I ain't gonna hide it, us three are going to visit a very suspicious someone. I'll need your skills and your balls to handle this fuckery. So hopefully by tomorrow ... You two won't be as tense. I mean, I do think a master - subordinate relationship should be held highly. We can tell each other anything, right? Am I motherfucking right?!"

It gave an ominous look at both of them. It evidently smelled their anxiety, because it was a weird animal thing but also because it was a pretty skilled shinobi as well. It would sit itself back on the couch and enter a more relaxed posture, arms both extended on the back of the sofa.

"So, got any questions for ol' fucking me? About the mission or my retarded self?"
Review is in green.
@Blue Demon Is the headache better? Was the small Chieko Godmod alright?


Arima Shuu - Tametomo


The Red Sages (With Chieko)


Harvest Festival, Escaping


@Blue Demon@Weird Tales@Nero@Hillan@Partisan





This Ninko guy was growing more and more suspicious when he mentioned being a Confederation shinobi but suddenly throwing it all away the instant they took down a big commander of the group. Arima, behind his mask, gave a rather suspicious look at the wannabe spy, being unable to read minds, he would be torn in the idea. He could be a potential, but he could also be the downfall of many others. In any case, they couldn't just bring him along, and yet he could very well follow them or just attack them. This couldn't happen.

Throwing another glace at Chieko, she would return with evident distrust to this story for obvious reasons. Her silence made the answer clear, they couldn't leave any loose cannons lying around.

"Okay Ninko. Just tell me wh-"

And in the middle of his phrase, Arima simply lowered his foot on the man's shoulder, electrifying him enough to stun him. This very small frame of surprise would be enough for Chieko to swiftly launch with perfect accuracy a few senbon coated in anesthesia, enough to put the unsuspecting Ninko into an unconscious state so Arime could live the guy over his shoulder. It wouldn't be too difficult given that the young Tametomo was trained like any other shinobi and had boots that practically moved for him.

With that done, the duo swiftly departed the area, Arima employing the electrical nature of his boots to get around the forests faster and Chieko easily in the lead with her spectacular speed and general lack of an entire human on her. But she made a good scout to the boy didn't complain, not that he would anyway with his clear attraction for her. The trip was silent by fear of being followed and they purposely took a much longer route to guarantee not meeting any trouble. After all carrying a sleeping guy around was probably a little suspicious.




The two arrived at the time where Seijo was giving her little briefing. By then Ninko was left in a remote shed with a couple of lower leveled Red Sages to look after him until the higher ups decided on what they'd do with him. Chieko didn't stick around long, being the social butterfly she was, and made her way to her own quarters to do whatever. Arima on the other hand attended the briefing the exact moment Seijo got to the part that concerned him. Her snarky 'congratulations' followed by a 'slip up' prompted an eyebrow lift as he entered the 'cool' Arima mode.

"Always so enjoyable, Seijo."

Chuckling a any chill guy trying a bit hard would before nonchalantly taking the document and checking it as Seijo attributed the members. At first he'd respond with a simple 'Uh-huh' before catching on that some random new guy was in the club. Somewhat dumbfounded, he paused for a good five seconds to make sure there wasn't a typo or something and Seijo was just not giving a crap. With that, he'd peer over at the corridor leading to the mess hall. The short red hair on the nice looking ass he'd definitely recognize, but the more masculine figure? Didn't ring a bell.

With that he rushed to watch up with Naomi. In the process he'd notice that this guy had the same prestigious bright read hair color as her, which made it clear to the tryhard's mind that she probably got him in. After the events that happened, he was clearly suspicious of this and bringing along a complete stranger to a pretty sensitive mission didn't turn him on.

"Naomi. What's going on? You know this man? Also ... Do you still have that red dress while we're here?"

He'd ask with the calmest voice he could muster, which would be pretty shaky given he wasn't at ease at all with this new guy. He'd give a quick and wary glance at Aro, barely even acknowledging his presence, let alone his rather edgy request. To be fair, that would do little to Arima's impression on him, as his current status somewhat over-encumbered that.






Yakoul Kakariko


The Confederation's General of Armed Forces


Lecture Hall - Sunagakure


[@Every Confederation Member & Undecided]





The place was practically full bar some seats left in between groups of acquaintances. Many would notice however two individual's at the bottom of the hall, at the same level as Yakoul. One was a male known as Yamato Minamoru, leaning his back against the wall whilst taking part of the moment, his expression barely welcoming to anybody. The second one was a blue haired, quite charming young woman. Although from a distance it'd be hard to recognize but she'd be the world famous Aoi Fuegushi, sitting on a chair, legs crossed with a pen and a notebook on her hands as she prepared to take notes.

Most were settled down once Yakoul started to address them in the most direct way possible. There was a fat kid trying to be interesting, but Yakoul didn't like fatties so it did its best to gear its sight away from the whale. However, a very nasty sound would cause the veins in its eyes to plop out as it glared directly into Setsuko's soul. The unsettling fixation it had was easily noticed by everyone and felt by most chuunin level people and above. It breathed in a large quantity of air before exhaling really loudly over the mic.

"Please put away any tools or phones for now. Thank you very fucking much."

It announced with a forced and rather silly looking grin before reverting to its usual, neutral look, brushing the whole crowd with its eyes to look for any bad seeds. There were a lot. This was going to be a fun ride alright. Cracking its jaw as would dictate the tic, it arced its back slightly backwards to stretch itself, yawning strongly as a results before resuming what is started.

"Okay. OKAY. So you good people must all be wondering why the fuck I brought all of you here after the clusterfuck back over there. I mean, you're all heroes right? You've saved the motherfucking day by protecting civilians and trying to save a few VIP's here and there, am I right?"

In that particular instance it winked toward Mirai and Kanata, the tomboy whom it recognized quite easily through her smell and voice it could capture without a problem. That and very few had such remarkable red hair. At that same time, Aoi would take notice of the redhead, giving her frequent glances as her agitated body language amused the blue star.

"I mean, fuck the retarded cat thing, it's pissing on your well deserved hero break! Well fuck you all. In an hour or so, the news is going to explode after our President spills the beans on this bullshit. And guess what happens then? You guys actually become shinobi, which in turn means pussy mode is off. Want a break? Tough luck asshole, we're at war."

As it started to rant somewhat incoherently, it did throw glares at various individuals whom the facial expression clearly indicated boredom or disdain. It couldn't entirely blame them, it hated to be here too, but unlike them, it kicked fucking ass. Taking a small pause of about four seconds, it would resume its little lecture with a more positive tone and a smile.

"But hey, you know what? You ain't that big of pussies if you're here so cool your tits. Unlike all the fucking, bitch ass piles of garbage we've been hiring up here, you guys actually deliver the goods. At least, most of you. And now we have a bunch of psycho extremists who are way too OCD to compromise shit about the world. These Red Sages, they're not old news though. Fuck, they've been around since before Hamajo even existed. Not the sages, I mean fucking dumbshits who are too stupid to cope with what they have."

At the end of that line, it cracked its jaw. The awful sound it made echoed strongly through the room as it made another pause.

"The fact of the matter is, it takes shit like this to make the world fucking move. They'll call it a tragedy, but fuck it, I call it a goddamn opportunity! Cry for your losses, but make sure to know that this event marks the permanent downfall of the motherfuckers."

Swaying its tail from left to right, it kept its monologue as fluid as possible to make the conference last a little as it could. Keeping things energized however, it walked up the stairs through the various rows while continuing its loaded speech.

"We needed this ... Tragedy. Without it, we can't get the retarded populace to root these gaping assholes out of here. But let's be fair, there'll always be someone bitching, this won't really ever end. Seriously, even if the world was turned PERFECT there'd still be retards like this saying 'HUR DUR THIS DOESN'T FEEL REAL, LET'S REBEL'. If I recall correctly, the whole world even went apeshit when some Uchiha subtard proposed the idea! For fuck's sake, I don't even have to mention the rotten piece of crap the world was when people had so much 'freedom' with all these pathetic Yakuza and pseudo-diplomatic arrangements. Let's not lie to each other, this fucking world order isn't perfect, it's actually quite shit when you suck at life. But fucking guess what? For the first time in never, Shinobi are just one big orgy all agreeing to buttfuck each other."

It stopped its ascension once at the very top, throwing a glance at Higoho who happened to be up there as well before ending the point is was trying to make.

"I think it is in many's interest, especially to their families, to maintain this never before seen sack of shit that is Hamajo. And dispose of those who rape the world that birthed them, that catered to them, sheltered their asses and kept most of you excuses for shinobi out of international conflict. Fuck, when you think about it ... These Red Sages truly are ... Mother Fuckers!"

It shouted out as if it were surprise of the suddenly conclusion it made. It proceeded to make its way back down to the desk it was sitting on beforehand before finishing.

"Was there any real fucking point to this? Not really. But countless are the times where I've had to butcher traitors who simply forgot who the fuck gave them a life where they were allowed to be so fucking weak. These assholes biting the hand that's feeding them, they may appears like us, they may be friendly, they may be children, hell they may be saints. Despite any of this, they won't hesitate to exterminate you, so I suggest you very well do the fucking same, my comrade in arms~ We're at war, friends, final-fucking-ly."

Sighing, as much as it seemed like propaganda, Yakoul was convinced it was petty close to the truth. Never would it admit the Confederation was perfect. Quite the contrary, it found it boring and evidently somewhat impaired in handling stuff people whine about.

"Okay. This bullshit is done. You're all part of the Armed Forces Branch now, spray yourself with fucking confetti if you want. You will all have aerial patrol duties as you'll essentially be first responders until I ... Want you to do other stuff? Fuck it, I'm feeling saucy today, you and ... You will call the shots this week. I ain't got time to deal with all of your shits right now. We're on motherfucking high alert so don't fuck this up."

With that, it tossed a plastic officer's badge at Mirai without even warning her, conferring the title of de facto decision maker during patrol routines while the other one would land on Setsuko's head because she got its attention. Yeah that's the reason why really.

"Oh yeah, you can a get the fuck out now. You'll get orders via your cheap as shit work phones. Except for you two, you're coming with me."

As it addressed two individuals, it pointed at both Tanji who would be somewhere and Kanata. Without giving them a second warning, Yakoul would be quick to depart the area through the exit door near it. There would be a set of stair there that would lead to a hallway. The second door to the right would be selected. The group would end up in a rather luxurious lounge with multiple vending machine and a coffee maker. Yakoul would swiftly leap on one of the sofas and lie on it like it was home.

"Take whatever the hell you want. We're going to get comfortable all three of us. So, Tenji was it? Who cares? Anyway, how was it with that fucking buzzkill in the 11th Corps? Jeez, tell me about your life there actually. As for you, Kanata, yeah that's it, just tell me what the fuck you were doing in that shithole in the first place. You know, the Festival no sane kid would go unless they were forced through death threats." (Any of you two can respond first)

It questioned the two, curious as to who they were but most of all what they had in terms of potential. Kanata just interested Yakoul, and it appeared to be also the case with Aoi. Tanji however caught Yakoul's eyes during the attack, as such he got a special treatment. Of course, it didn't bring them for show and tell, they were going to participate in something.
<Snipped quote by Savato>

His explanation is a good one


Right after having their commander killed, people suddenly want to side with red sages.

Sounds suspicious.

Also my character is very trigger happy you see. Huehue
@Blue Demon Alright, I'll see what I can do regarding Chieko and getting the two zappers back home while handling this Ninko guy. Should I assume she'd knock the guy out instantly upon giving a half assed response (speaking of the guy trying ti infiltrate).
Oh yeah, Confederation people are all required in Sunagakure. So we can do stuff.
@Dawnscroll Being in the Lecture Hall for confed would be best as well. You can meet people and whisper bullshit like you did in highschool while the teacher (Yakoul) says boring crap.


Yakoul Kakariko


The Confederation's General of Armed Forces


The very super fucked Compound of the Festival


@GrafRoy Zeppeli@j8cob@raijinslayer





"Four."

The thumb when down after Katsuko tried to send in some kind of insult by saying Yakoul talked a lot to say nothing, not that it minded, it was fully aware of its nasty habit of swearing a lot. It made it seem confident and dominant, though apparently to most normal people it would be a way to hide insecurities. It would be wise to deduce that Yakoul was not like most people. With the redheaded muscleman's next comment before summoning his massive weapon in which Yakoul barely gave an uncaring Saitama stare in response, its index lowering being the only kind of dynamic action coming from the animal.

"Three."

At this point it was standing next to the commander's body, waiting for Katsuko to finally leave the place. He thought it would be a good idea to make a distraction by just smacking down the ground with his super tool, causing an awesome shockwave. All Yakoul did was coat one of its feet with chakra to glue itself to the ground while its other foot stomped on the corpse's back as it was quickly leaning upwards from the blast, thus keeping it nice and in place. When some of the smoke cleared, people still present would see the feline's middle finger shut.

"Two."

Katsuko had already departed, out of sight for many but still annoying visible to Yakoul, but that didn't matter. It kept its head turn to the Sage's general direction with its hand still up with the countdown. Slowly in lowered its ring finger as it simply stared at the horizon at this point.

"One ... Okay. That was pretty fucking boring. Guess I'll have to punish you two for letting this douchebag die, right?"

It formed a malefic grin on its face as it stared back at the knocked back duo of females it had by its side. Slowly wrapping the top third of its tail around the 11th Corp's commander's next, Yakoul would effortlessly lift the dead man off the ground in high above with only the strength of its white tail. Chuckles could be heard, directed at the girls as if something horribly bad was coming their way, and before they knew it, would have the commander's body hurled at them for the girls to catch.

"Heads up! Your punishment is to carry this sack of shit to the whatever service fags. Speaking of which ..."

Many shinobi seemed to have arrived in ground zero, catering as fast as possible to injured civilians and serving as backup against the stray sages nearby who were too slow to retreat properly. Some were near the compound, medics that could very well take care of the body. Before the girls knew it, Yakoul had crossed them, waking calmly as if nothing happened before stopping to glance back at them, an ominous smile on its expression as it addressed them one last time.

"I didn't catch your names, ladies. I'll be sure to know them in the conference in one hour. But you'll be there, right? I mean, it's only natural for you to do so, it would suck to be suspicious in these times. I'll see you around."

And with that Yakoul marched out, leaving this desolate mark of history to the scrubs meant to cleanup while to made its way to any form of authority it could find. The feline made it clear that every survivor of this ordeal that wasn't too injured was to be in that crisis meeting in Sunagakure. They were the young lads who would be perfect for this upcoming task as they were bathed in the blood of chaos through this event. There wasn't too much to defend these days after all, and shinobi were often inexperienced or worthless as the job was evidently very lucrative given the policies imposed by Ryuu. Yakoul wanted quality, Yakoul wanted these people right here. The word would spread and more or less everyone involved would be made aware of this crisis conference.




Sunagakure's Military Facility - Lecture Hall - 1 hour and 30 minutes later

All Confederation Members or Leaning that way are Expected - They can sit wherever and speak with their buddies


Within the well guarded training facility based in Sunagakure, a crisis center was established to handle the evidently massive threat that just hit the Confederation. The Red Sages had become a thing again, and it wasn't going to be an easy dance, but there was no time to hesitate and be scared. The news outlets didn't say too much other than report on the facts they were given without a direct statement from the government as of yet. Most officials were in panic, high profile politician demanded refuge in bunkers, urgent meetings in various sub-governments were conducted. And now, the armed forces were waking up to the reality they were slapped with today.

The hall was quickly milled by the many shinobi arriving, many were unknown faces, some weren't shinobi but certain representatives. However Yakoul could distinguish the interesting faces, those that survived and confronted the menace head on. They were going to be its special little squad after all, as well as other possible potentials it pick around the Confederation to perfect its little collection. Obviously, the place was consumed by an uproar of people simply talking about their lives, but the biggest subject of concern was this event. Many speculations on the gravity of the hit, some thinking there weren't as many casualties while others exaggerated the numbers. Yakoul's ears captured it all, the endless pile of bullshit they could spew annoyed it to a severely high point.

"Ahem."

Coughed Yakoul through a mic is had nabbed. It was sitting on the desk at the very bottom of the lecture hall, one leg over the other as if it were going to give an unenthusiastic lecture of philosophy. Of course, many would shut up, and there were too many for it to just randomly target a victim and be all weird about it. A typical individual would understand, they were scared and felt involved, heck some wanted to feel important because they took a small part in it. But the feline didn't feel that way, it didn't give a single damn about how any of these people felt. It wanted to start this rodeo and do it pretty damn well.

"Alright motherfuckers. Could you all just erm ... Shut the fuck up? Yeah, fucking thanks. Great. Can we all start to pretend like we give a shit now?"

It croaked with a powerful level of snark in its tone to clearly underline just how annoyed it was to have to give a speech to these people. Taking a deep breath, it expected a little big of quiet before addressing them.

"Okay. Good. So because this is protocol, any of you have some bullshit to say or ask that could be relevant and everyone will forget about a minute later? Yeah? No?"
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