It would seem that none we willing to question Sheffield's action of dismantling Storm's shadow clone; Sheffield didn't relax, although it was pleasant to see that the new members weren't the jumpy and quick to assume kind. Sheffield had known for sure that Storm has used a clone because she had seen him in the hallway beforehand; there wasn't a possibility of accidently killing her newest ally and tool, he was currently too valuable an asset to simply throw away to emphasize a point. The point to everyone was, if they showed the slightest hint of betraying Ouroboros, she would deal with them like she had done with an older member who ha left them.
Only one of the present here knew of Sheffield's deed of slaying the now deceased Kallen Senju, a traitor to their cause. The same death would await anyone present in this room, including the Storm who was surely making his way into the room now. Even now, Sheffield carried the deceased woman's face in a bag sealed tightly for future purposes. If Kallen had contacted anyone outside the organization, they would surely come looking for her. Sheffield would take that opportunity to wear the "Mask" that was Kallen's face and impersonate the deceased traitor and deal with any possible points of contact the woman had. This was to ensure secrecy of the organization and to cover her own tracks. Sheffield had her own goals within Ouroboros and she couldn't allow any outside influences interrupt her careful plans.
The woman, Hisame, wasn't too bothered by Sheffield's action or clearing up Storm's deception. In fact, he woman seemed pleased with herself to be right- that self-pleasure was interrupted though by the young blood-covered girl. Sheffield had heard rumors about such a little girl and had recently discovered the names of the other older members, Lee, Hisame & Rina. Rina was a child that always seemed to be near or on the female shinobi known as Hisame. Out of everyone here, Sheffield liked the little girl: innocent and true to herself and her desires, no matter how messy or violent she was.
This little girl, didn't seemed to regard the deadly atmosphere of the few individuals around her that didn't care really for personal interaction. Among those, Lee and herself. Rina had walked right up to Sheffield and placed her hands right into Sheffield's bosom; Sheffield smothered a look of surprise, keeping her face neutral as she looked down to regard the little girl who was feeling up her sizable breasts and nearly pulling them right out of her leather top. Hands covered in blood, the little girl had painted Sheffield's chest with the crimson liquid.
Sheffield didn't retaliate, simply, she let the girl feel her bosom and patted the girl's head gently, half-tempted to feed her the face she had packed away. She needed that face though, so she would keep it sealed away from the girl's undoubtfully strong nose.
You're a beautiful little girl Rina-dear~ But my breasts are not to be played with. she would say with a kind but unquestionable tone as she would remove the girl's hands from her shirt and licked some of the blood off the girl's fingers. She would smile and let the girl go back to her "mommy"
This little girl, she has a strong motherly detachment disorder... Sheffield thought to herself and thought of the possibilities she could accomplish with a girl who had such a strong weakness as this. She licked her lips, licking the blood off her lips and then pulled out a handkerchief and began to wipe the blood off her exposed cleavage.
Followed by going back to her "mother" the little girl seemed to like the idea of not wearing clothes; she had changed clothing and even peed herself once right in front of Hisame. Sheffield suppressed a smile as she saw the look of taxing mental frustration cross the woman's face. She quickly passed the girl off to Lee though, with a tasty snack, he kept her preoccupied.
Sheffield conversed with Lee as he fed the little girl the salted meat. Lee seemed to know of Sheffield: not at all too uncommon, given her famous background as an artist and singer in Tsukigakure back during her clan days. At times Sheffield cursed herself for her fame, being known by strangers was not a good thing in her eyes. Sheffield smiled at Lee, her gaze piercing through his mask as if she were inspecting his soul an contemplating whether or not she needed to kill him. It was likely a look he knew all too well.
The one and the same, Lee. she didn't respond to his comment about killing allies, she knew that hadn't been the real Storm, but neither did she care of others felt hostile to her. She had her own ways of getting people to like her or manipulate them. At the most simple truth, Sheffield was true to herself and if there was one expectation they could rely on her for, it was her ability to kill without question or hesitation.
With how things were currently in the room, it wasn't dull, nor was it eventful. Sheffield cared not about entertainment, she was there simply because she wanted information about the members and to attend the meeting she was requested to. With that said, nothing could prepare her for the sensation she felt next. Probably the strongest person connected with their skills of killing, Sheffield immediately felt the change in atmosphere as the leader made his way to the room. If Sheffield had had any hair on her body besides her head the hairs on her arms and neck would be standing on end. Though Sheffield was an assassin and kept her whole body shaved to ensure that the sense of smell never gave her away unless she wanted it to.
Even so, her head turned silently, her eyes watching as a stranger appeared in the room. He was a man of stature, not necessarily physically, but in his demeanor and desire to kill. Unlike her, she could tell that this man enjoyed killing and even more so enjoyed the rush that it provided. He and her were completely different in that aspect, yet so very similar in their attitude about death: it was nothing but the simplest and more pure form of truth and happiness. Neither of them would hesitate to kill someone, even these members in this very room.
Sheffield listened to the song he sang as he approached, ushering in silence for his "grand" entrance.
Am interesting tune... Sheffield had to agree to herself silently. The man was giddy with anticipation with excitement, yet very controlled in his actions. He walked to the center of the room and introduced himself as the leader of the organization. Naga, went further to explain the original goals of the organization and about this "play" of his.
A manipulator it seems. Then Naga said he had another idea for them and they should all listen, for fear of being beheaded where they stood.
Sheffield was not one for idle threats, but she didn't doubt Naga was serious about lobbing their heads off. He laughed then, revealing a strong killing intent, an impressive one that Sheffield had not felt before. It matcher her own killing intent which she suppressed, if not greater than her own.
He went on though, asking them to introduce themselves and explain their reasons or desires for being here with him: Sheffield fancied the idea of him beheading those without sufficient reason. She would love to see this mysterious man active in some combat form so she could get data on him. As it stood, all that she knew was that he feared very little if anything at all, and was as two-faced in meaning as his personality was. Lee had spoken up then on being prompted, introducing himself and explaining his desire to possess al legendary swords. A worthy goal and challenge, for several such swords were in existence, including a Rankujo woman who had such a teleporting sword that showed much promise in Sheffield's own village, Tsukigakure. Whether that woman was still alive or not, Sheffield did not know. The Rankujo were a troublesome clan with short lifespan because they constantly met early deaths through violence and often their own explosions.
Next, the scene changed. The odd Tamashi, the blind Uchiha had returned.
Hmm... a cigarette indeed! A fool and a liar if ever I knew one. she said to herself, suppressing the urge to sit out in disgust at the change in plans and blatant lie to each and ever member here. The blind man had knelt and was promising to protect the leader if he desired: not that Sheffield figured he would need protection. But a wise ruler would allow the fodder to break themselves on the rolling tide before meeting the shore of his domain.
Brown-nosed if my eyes don't deceive me... Sheffield thought with a hint of disgust showing on her beguiling lips.
Storm had returned as his real self into the room: he had followed the leader. Sheffield smiled inward while retaining her unreadable façade of indifference. Likely, he had been meditating still when this incredibly dangerous man had approached him ad broke his concentration. Neither he or Sakra spoke up when asked to by the leader, an interesting fact. Though maybe Storm had come in after the leader asked everyone to introduce themselves and speak of their passions. Sheffield wondered if Naga would behead both of them: Sakra, Sheffield cared nothing about, but the assassin still had plans for Storm and if Naga attempted any funny business, Sheffield would intercept him.
If Naga went after Storm to punish or tease the man for not responding according to his instruction, Sheffield would release a small burst of true killing intent and raise a hand towards Naga. If Naga had decided to attack or punish Storm by getting close to him or attacking from a distance, Sheffield would charge her Yoton chakra and release a barrage of ten black short spears to intercept the man's actions between Storm. In her own defense, she would explain herself if such happened.
This one belongs to me. Is all she would say and leave it up to the leader to decide whether he understood or not what she was saying or what kind of game she was playing. In anticipation of the leader retaliating on her, she charged her own chakra just like before.
Finally it was Sheffield's turn to speak up, whether under heavy stress from possibly protecting Storm or not- Sheffield would reply in an even tone.
Sheffield Onmyoton as you would know me, Enchantress of Diva of Requiems. she would give a soft bow,
I desire nothing more than the complete annihilation of my own clan. she would say without missing a beat, eyeing everyone in the room and finally resting her intense eyes on Naga.
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Chakra pool- 280
- Spoiler:
Name:Kage no shūgeki(Shadow Assault)
Canon/Custom:Custom
Rank:C
Type:Offensive
Element:Yoton
Range:40 feet
Specialty:Ninjutsu
Duration:1 Post
Cooldown:4 Posts
Description:The user molds their Yoton chakra within their body and releases the "burst" of chakra through either of their hands or their mouth. The Yoton chakra takes on the physical form of 10 black 3ft long spears and capable of being fired in rapid succession or all at once. These spears will imbed 4" into an opponents skin and cause internal bleeding around the shaft. Any part of the body not 4" thick with be pierced, leaving a hole(such as the forearm or foot). The spears can pierce iron and travel at 25mph but will only dent steel.