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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:50 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 11:35 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 9:46 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 2:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 16, 2011 8:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2011 12:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 10:59 pm
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"Weaver of the Night Sky" ☽ Izaya ☾ ☽ Toryo ☾
§[Genin]♥[Yukigakure]♥[Sakkakugan ~Inactive~]§
❝The pit-a-pat of small footsteps echoed off the various metal walls of the prison, located deep below the space of Yukigakure. The further the figure went, then colder and more dense the air seemed to get. Izaya tightened the kimono around himself, desperately trying t stay warm. He was fairly used to the cold from the upper levels by now, but deep down beneath Yukigakure was even colder, more chilling than the surface. Every breath that he took in felt like thousands of pointed needles impaling his lungs, and every breath out literally formed small crystals in front of him, exaggerating the cold within the Prison. Izaya was stopped by two guards who looked like they belonged in one of those body builders programs. After stating his name and giving his reason, they warned him of the dangers of the place beyond the main gate. Sometime the criminals would get loose and try to escape, assaulting anyone they saw who could potentially obstruct their chance at freedom. Izaya waved away their concerns with a curt smile as he continued on, walking pass them slowly, but with precise steps. The guards watched the small by as he passed them, landing scrutinizing gazes that peered into one's soul to read into their past, finding the darkest secrets within. Izaya feigned not being able to feel those eyes on him, passing through the secondary door that led to lower levels finally. The deeper he went, the colder the place became. He was almost going mad with the sheer cold, and it was times like these that he wished he knew how to use Katon Ninjutsu. He thought about that for a moment while he walked. He didn't know Katon per se, but he did have Genjutsu at his command. Now all it would take was to have the heat around him, keeping him warm. He wondered just how well he could mould the flames so they would not burn him. Izaya sighed, thinking what a waste of Chakra it would be. The sooner he finished his patrol the better. He did not have to come this far into the prison as a part of his patrol, but he wanted to, just to see what it was really like. So far he had been impressed by the piercing chill, the large structure filled with bars, cages and cells, but what interested him the most was the prisoners. They all watched him as he walked by their cell, some with dead eyes that revealed just how long they've been in the place, withering away into nothing after having lost the will to escape. Others watched him with anger, determination, some even lunged at the bars, trying to grasp him. He made sure to steer clear of those crazed individuals just in case fate decided to test their will. He just took out his camera, took a few pictures and was on his way.
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Chakra: 265/265
Missions: Crouching Pervert, Hidden Camera: 6/8 Patrol the village! The prison is safe... For non-criminals!
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