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PostSubject: Re: فلاشات جديده   فلاشات جديده Empty19th June 2012, 5:40 pm

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PostSubject: The Birth of Underlings   فلاشات جديده Empty23rd November 2012, 1:36 pm

Sounds of clockwork and elbow grease rang all around the area, at its core was none other then Alastor Kuro himself, the new tenant in the village's dark and dreary recesses. The lad had cut off all ties with the vile organization responsible for the murder of his two closest friends, though as much as he hated to admit it, the young Uchiha had come to rely on the sadistic bastards all too much. They sheltered him, fed him, took care of him through the years, hell, the lad was lucky enough to even scrounge up the money for the apartment which was his only saving grace now that he was on his own. It was the only one he could purchase due to his tight budget, without the aid of the organization, he had no puppets of his own to use in combat. What was a puppeteer without his puppets? nothing but an empty shell of a Shinobi, one who stood no chance of making it in this cruel dog eat dog world. He had seen first hand what the road to power looked like, it took no chances and always went to whatever lengths to acquire what it so selfishly claimed to be its own. It sickened him, yet what came off as more repulsive then even that is that Alastor related to such crimes! somewhere in the darkest parts of his mind and soul, he agreed with the actions that had taken away the two most important people in his entire life, how the hell was he supposed to live with himself after that?

Doubt crept in like a starving lecher begging his life away to any who would give him their ear, but the Uchiha had other matters to concern himself with. Today had been a busy day, not only had he finished moving into his new abode, but he finally had all the materials he would need to construct new puppets of his very own. Wood he had cut himself, steel acquired at the local mills, assorted weaponry of all kind laid a top his living room table, thrown about lazily with no order to them. It had stolen his day from him, but Alastor knew these were things he just couldn't live without, so before his mind drifted to other subjects he began his commitment to greatness. All the lights were on (Though the rooms wiring was anything but top notch), shining a spotlight on the performance about to happen, Alastor plastered his blueprints on the wall across from him like sheet music on a stand. With a hammer in one hand, the sounds began ringing through out the vicinity, rhythmic smashing and harsh slicing all playing a crescendo to the lads precise orders. Having no choice, Alastor toiled away until his night had also been stolen from him, though even through weary eyes he still managed to crack a faint smile in the morning.

He had given shape to three creations that night, the first would be his blade, the mighty panther Guenhywver, painted all black with a hint of red in its eyes. It was certainly a sight to fear, something he couldn't just keep at his side like a common household feline, so he covered the cat up in a black and purple robe which came with its own muzzle. His next "Masterpiece" was the behemoth Konrad, made of mostly pure steel, and armed with nothing but his shield and chain . At the moment the puppet was in its retracted form, disguised under a plastic mold which allowed it the same features as Alastor himself, from the cloths down to his own facial features. His last contraption was nothing more then a pair of wheels he had hooked onto the sides of his Shinobi styled sandals. They were painted black as well, and ready for use, so without further ado Alastor revved them up using his chakra strings and test drove them around his apartment (needless to say that it didn't last very long due to the size of such a cheap place). With everything in order, his darker thoughts began to creep their way in, and his expression soured profusely as he went to his coffin while the sun rose behind him, seeped in a hatred even sleep wouldn't be able to drown.
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