Last Contact (289)

• Spawning with Iyanna Uchiha in the present timeline.

Though the world itself had been shaken, rocked asunder, a mere skeleton of what it once was, humanity seemed to keep moving along its paces. The new arrival, the Arali, became quite the eyesore if one might admit, their intrusion into the world only divided the populace even more. They weren’t welcomed by all, including a certain young woman who had just returned from her voyage into the Mainland. She rested, her head hanging slightly lowered as she reached for the mug filled with liquid gold. Her face was obscured, protected via a white hood as she brought the ale to her lips.

In one gulp, most of the fluid was flushed down into her gullet- as a refreshed breath filtered throughout the air. However what other patrons didn’t wish to acknowledge was the pilling of mugs near her, a clear indication…she was possibly a drunkard, but the truth is she was an excellent bottomless pit.

One more.

She ordered, the barkeep’s eyes narrowed in with a frown. He’d seen her before but she not like this, not to the extent of complete blackout drinking. He paused, the mug in hand as he cleaned it but without warning he snared.

I think you had enough, lass. Save some for the rest of em, will ya?

He proposed a thought but the hooded woman hiccuped, her hand motioning into in a dismissive wave. She didn’t care about the others, all she cared for was her drink. It was all to avoid making a scene but if the barkeep was insistent on making her stop, she’d ‘force’ the thought into his mind. She smiled, as she lifted her head finally, but before the barkeep could make heads nor tails of her action, her eyes beamed a strong crimson color.

I don’t think we want any issues here now, do we? Or should I make things worse…

She said, but in reality, she flashed Sharingan and with their hypnotic suggestions, the man would have gotten a subtle nudge; his gaze fixed on her own. He begrudgingly sighed, arresting to the thought she placed into his subconscious and walked away, starting to prepare the ale for her. The other patrons started growing restless, one of them a chakra sensor type- managed to feel the chakra spike from her. Bitter and annoyed, he walked over to the maiden at the bar - though before he could speak, her own sensory detected the approach and without warning, he too met her gaze.

I don’t care.

She said, and with it- she forced the man into a slumber via an illusion. His body slumped over, falling head first but the maiden was quick to grab his shirt, preventing a clear impact from occurring. She took all her strength, tossing him at the crowd of his misfit counterparts. The men grabbed the slumbering fool, as the barkeep brought the ale to her. The others grunted, clearly ready for a fight as weapons started being drawn, but before anything else could occur, a light blast of flames bursts into the air from another patron at the bar.

Alright, that’s enough. If ya intend on fighting, take it outside, or else…

He warned, but the maiden’s crimson glare didn’t weaver, she clearly wanted to settle this little confrontation, but her chakra sensory was able to tell her something. The man near her was no ordinary one, he lacked…chakra. She can only determine one thing with that information but instead, she grabbed her mug of ale, chugging it down and prepared to leave, as she left her money for the ale on the countertop.

Ya really know how to ruin a person’s evening of drinking eh?
You say that, yet you slumped our pal woman!

The man retorted, but the maiden sighed. She really didn't care. And with that, her eyes returned to normal as she walked out the bar, unbothered anymore about it. The group hurried outside to meet with the woman, but before they can do much, onyx colored electrical energy began to surge around the woman’s now held blade, but it was extended outwards without her turning to them.

If you aren’t looking to be apart of the epoch of humanity, I suggest you leave the situation alone. You’re friend will be fine, he’s just under a sleep induced genjutsu. Give or take he’ll be awake soon. However, I can make that permanent if you wish.

She said as the electrical energy sparked at the last portion of her warning. The bad of misfits decided, death wasnt worth it and turned tail, though not without a final word.

Once the Boss hears about this, your dead. Mark my words, wrench

The last of the group said before returning inside. Iyanna would slightly roll her eyes, as the energy faded. She would resheathe Kurokiba into it’s scabbard and with her eyes to the streets, she faded away though she knew one thing. She was being followed, but not by the misfits, but rather the stranger at the bar.

Only time will tell what’s next, but she kept her guard up. Trouble seems to have a faint attraction to the Uchiha now a days…

(Kagura Shingan) Mind's Eye of Divine Entertainment (Passively Active At All Times)
( Doujutsu: Sharingan ) Eye Technique: Copy Wheel Eye (Passive)
( Doujutsu: Chouetsu no Shunmin ) – Eye Technique: Transcend to Deep Slumber technique

This post begins a mission utilizing the the following story board element(s):
- Confront one's stalker in combat (3)

What seemed to run on for quite some time, slowly but surely - became a game to these two. Iyanna’s eyes, while still obscured by her hood, hurried through the bustling streets of Last Contact. It was deliberate, each step a misstep in an attempt to misdirect her little stalker. Little does she know, however, she was already locked onto - her chakra signature was only a mere blip on their pursuer’s radar. It wasn’t until she took a moment to scurry down one of the more narrower and darker alleys, that she finally caught him where she’d like.

Once she approached the street, little people wondered down these halls of grim, to which she finally turned on her heel and grabbing from her pouch three uniquely carved kunai. On them, the blades gathered a wind, the etchings on the weapon pulling immense drag along their surface, as it becomes denser and denser - quickly attempting to slash the stalker with them, but along their surface was also sticked paper bombs, set to explode once in proximity.

The stalker wasn’t initially expecting it, quickly jump into the air to avoid the explosions and tools, but it was exactly what Iyanna wanted as she then had released another set of the same combination, this time aimed at the direct path he would take to avoid it. With a smile on her face, as she can do is watch in awe.

Checkmate creep.

She announced but it seems even the creep had a different idea in mind as well. Instead of exploding via the second set, he instead seemingly shapeshifted his form, becoming some sort of…dragon-humanoid hybrid thing, quickly growing wings and flying even higher than before, avoiding the combination. Iyanna sucked her teeth, she didn’t wish to continue into this more than needed, so with her hand on hilt, she attempt to draw her katana from behind her cloak, but before she can- the dragonkin knock off blitzed through their distance, appearing right over head, though not without consequence- as Iyanna performed a vertical upward slash, cutting right at it’s face, barely touching flesh.

The dragonkin would have smile, as the impact while painful - was a testament to her skill. She jumped back, as she attempted to close the distance in a single pounce but the dragonkin shifted once more; becoming some sort of shadow like figure, to which caused Iyanna to try once more to strike but to no avail.

You’re a slippery little shitter AINT YA!

She roared, as she inhaled and exhaled, releasing a powerful burning smokescreen of hot ash. This was intentional, obscuring the opponent’s view but the shadowy figure was rather smarter than it seemed, as it utilized its own powers not to release a surge of water to combat the smokescreen, considering it an issue due to not only blinding the narrow alley, but it already took some damage. As the steam rose, people nearby had already began to gather to investigate the scuffle, though Iyanna wished to remain unseen, prompting her to jump from wall to wall and onto the rooftops- taking the moment to escape the fight.

The creature smirked, as it seemingly phased through the terrain, following the chakra signature once again- but as it does, it quickly resurfaced from a building just a block ahead of Iyanna, to which she noticed very quickly but instead of attacking, the creature reformed into its earlier human form- with its hand out indicating for her to stop. She hesitated, but slowly calmed her nerves.

Impressive, it seems the boss was quite right about you.

It finally talked, though this caught Iyanna’s ire directly as she snared. She was tired of these people coming for her, and even with her proper cover, they still managed to make her out so easily? Her grip tightened, as she rose her sword to eye level and prepared for another attack, however it was dependent on the answer given.

Right right, totally not mysterious or anything. SO tell me, why shouldn’t I cleave your head from your shoulders…first you seemed somewhat off, stopping that bar fight and then you proceed to stalk me for almost an hour… annnnnnddddd oohhh boy, you ‘tested’ me just now without consent. I dunno buddy, seems all the more reason to kill you where you stand. Maybe I should, I’m sure your boss would get a kick outta that eh?

Her frustrated sarcasm bleed heavy, but the stalker simply smiled. He lowered his hand, realizing she wasn’t going to attack so easily, or at least that was the thought as he took a card out from his shirt, tossing it at the ground in front of her. Iyanna’s eyes slowly drifted to it, seeing a somewhat familiar sigil on it.

Little Miss Malachi has requested an audience with you. She wishes to hire someone of your talent, consider yourself honored. Normally the boss doesn't just seek out some random hooligan on the streets of this mundane town, but yet she chose you. Color me surprised.

He said, a flicker of annoyance in his tone. Iyanna knew about Malachi, she was one of the more ‘ruthless’ yet ‘honorable’ crime bosses in the streets of Last Contact, so to hear she had caught her attention was rather…surprising to say the least, but still it could be a fake considering the nature of his existence.

Right, so Im expected to believe a shifty guy like you, who btw doesn’t even have chakra…I didn’t think the little boss would start working with your kind, Arali.

She snared, probing for information; to which the Arali smiled. He didn’t exactly attempt to hid his nature, but it further proved she did have a watchful eye for these things, and without saying much - he shrugged.

The Boss likes recruiting the strong, and she tasked me with delivering this invite to you. It’s your choice, miss, to come or not. Just know, she doesn’t take the word ‘no’ so nicely, so it would be advised to at least show up to the dinner. I’m sure it would make her day brighter than ever.

He said, finally turning on his heel and started to phase into his shadow form once again though before fading completely into the ground, he stopped and spoke once more. His tone however, shifted, with a calculated malice behind it.

However, if you think this is the last of you and I, I promise you. Watch your back….

He said touching his still cut face, a reminder of the future to come. And with that, he left the scene. Iyanna watched from her flanks, above and even below to make sure he wasn’t bluffing about that, though moments turned into minutes, and finally she took the card in hand as she watched it. There was no traces of poisons or some kind of booby trap. It…was an authentic invite and with that, came trouble.

How do I keep getting involved in this crap…

She pondered, taking the card and placing it into her her pouch. She sat at the edge of the rooftop, glaring into the landscape, though a strong gust blow over, knocking the hood over her head and revealing her face for the first time to the world in a long time.

Iyanna’s adventures had only just begun.

Iyanna's Used Techniques

End of Mission

This post begins a mission utilizing the following Storyboard Element(s):
- Attend a meeting with a minor NPC faction leader (3)

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And so, the following day seemed like another, the bustling and surely hustling nature of Last Contact started from the peak of dawn. Iyanna, having had a brief interaction with an agent of Malachi, rested at her bedside- observing the card. On it’s body was specific instructions on how to locate their hideaway. It was tuckered beneath what appeared to be one of the few restaurants on in the city, but beneath its walls was the headquarters of one of the criminal masterminds. Little Miss Malachi, a former broker of the Vestial Exchange and apparent close friend of Spider. Iyanna only heard whispers of her feats, not so much of a fighter herself but those under her banner are spoiled with relics, money or really anything that they would sell their loyalty to the mistress.

Iyanna knew very little, but enough to know one thing. She was dangerous, very dangerous. So to prep properly, she needed to be sure she was ready for action at a moment’s notice. The meeting was scheduled for early morning, much to the ire of the Uchiha- but better now than never. She rolled over, looking at her sword, a haunting reminder of what transpired a few months ago prior to her claiming the weapon of her own.

Uncle…

She said in a soft tone, the memory of her beloved Uncle, falling in battle. Though he was strong, was he truly enough? It was what little family she had left in the world, a stark reminder of the ever present war and threat these ‘Arali’ pose to humanity. While she spent a portion of her time with the Monks to train with the Atavistic Flames, her desire for exploration and being free always sat at the forefront of her mind. On that day, her eyes twisted, their form bending and morphing. She remembered looking into a puddle, and they casted their darkness in its reflection. The Mangekyu Sharingan, the fabled but very real evolution of the Uchiha’s beloved Kekkai Genkai- though she would have acquired her Uncle’s eyes before fleeing the battle, soon to look for the procedure of implanting them. Should she succeed, she would gain their eternal light as planned.

Time to get ready I guess.

Without wasting any further time, she arose from her bedside, idly securing herself for the day to come. Some time had passed, as she adjusted her katana onto her waist, her pouch in place and her standard attire on, with the emblem of the Uchiha clan embroidered on the back. She wouldn’t be cloaked this time, no. It drew too much attention as is- and so without word- she left her apartment and with the card, silently ventured through the streams of late morning laborers, pirates and drunkards.

What seemed like an aimless walk, she eventually stumbled into the entrance of a rather luxurious looking building. The La Romana, one of the fewest ‘cleanest’ places in Last Contact. With a deep breath, she opened its doors, and with the bell ringing to announce her entrance. The place was rather nice, with purple accented drapes, an aroma of authentically cooked meals, and of course- the bar filled with sailors and pirates alike. Utilizing her chakra sensory, she can tell most of the populace here was regular people judging by their lower than average pool, but plenty stood out to her at some sort of location beneath the building. She looked around, though no one really paid her any mind, deciding to keep to their business. She slowly approached the bar, and with the card in hand- she slide it against the tabletop to the barkeep.

I believe I have a meeting with the owner of this place.

She announced, catching awry eyes from the others. Did she mess up already? Without word, the barkeep took the card and looked at it, then to Iyanna and with a smile- she took it into her pocket and seemingly picked up what seemed to be a phone. A brief moment passed, and another man approached Iyanna, with his chakra signature being far more…vile then the rest.

This way. Miss Malachi is waiting.

He said, gesturing to a single door and with a nod, Iyanna would slowly walk behind him, as the door silently shut behind them. A staircase leading downwards, she took a moment and started to descend into the what appears to be the basement of the building. Moments felt like forever, how far deep is this location? Once they had finally reached the bottom, another door with the sigil of Little Miss Malachi on it can be seen. The big guy stepped aside, allowing Iyanna to move inwards. As she did, the door behind her would close the place slightly dim but what was easily seen as round table, with chairs aligned around its circumference and in the middle, there she sat.

I see you accepted my little invite. Welcome, Iyanna of the Uchiha Clan. I am Malachi, please have a seat.

The woman spoke, a thick accent carried it though Iyanna can sort of make out what she was trying to say. As she took her seat at the far end of the table, opposite of Malachi, others poured into the room, likely the executives of her organization but among them was the fellow who chased her around yesterday. Her gaze meet his own, a smirk grew deeply and intimately on his lips but before words can exchange, the Little Miss spoke again.

I do apologize for Hendrix’s approach. He can be a little…unhinged at times, despite his appearance. However he succeeded as intended, so water under the bridge for me. Now to the reason of you being here. I’ll admit, we’ve been watching you for quite sometime. And I will admit, you peaked my interest.

Malachi said, smoke leading her sentence and with a gaze that honestly, would make one’s blood crawl. Not from any sort of horrendous chills, but one of malice, intent and fear. Iyanna took a moment to gather her composure and without thought she nodded and spoke.

I’m…happy I guess to hear that? Look, I don’t want any trouble truth be told, I just wanted to be left alone until that asshat started following me. Kind of creepy ya know? Though the moment he told me the reasoning, I can’t say I wasnt interested.

She said, now locking her sensory onto Malachi. She can detect lies very easily, and in this circumstance; she needed to know whom she was dealing with. A master manipulator or just a creepy old hag with too much time on her hands. Hendrix would snare, attempting to get a word in but Malachi’s hand rose, as though she knew. A smile beaconed into existence, as she folded her arms as well.

Irregardless of his actions, he served his purpose. And now, I want to grant you one as well. Partially due to the fact that your quite the fighter, but also as a favor owed to me by your father, Alexander. He was once upon a time, one of my top agents- and when he decided to go knock up some random woman he met in the Mainlands, well…he abandoned his role here…and gave me the most exciting gift of all, you.

Malachi said without cutting her words. Her chakra didn’t spike, she was telling the truth- so far at least. However, Iyanna wasn’t going to silently take the disrespect of her mother like that, as her temper slightly rose. She cleared her throat, before talking once more.

With all due respect, Miss Malachi…but the sins of the parent isn’t the burden of their children. Whatever…deal or arrangements you had with him is quite literally not my problem. And I…

Before she could finish, a heavy weight was summoned onto her body- a barrier she recognized easily. The caster? Hendrix himself, her executor- as he held the Sigil for it. Malachi’s gaze wondered to a glass of wine before her, as she gestured to her personal barkeep to pour her another glass.

See, I don’t think you understand, Iyanna. Your father sold you allegiance to me the moment you and your dearest sister was born. Why? To protect you all of course, anyone underneath my banner are all personally protected by me, but that comes with a cost. Undying loyalty, service and most importantly- respect. Release her, Hendrix.

She ordered, to which the Arali begrudgingly released the barrier. Iyanna’s gaze left Malachi and into Hendrix’s, her intent was clear, she already hated this guy. He was the type to jump off a bridge if ordered to do so without fault. Iyanna personally hated these types, and made a note to settle things outside this room, another day.

WELL, get to the point. Whatever bullshit my father got me into, its clear I can’t runaway from it right now, so what, do you want me to swear my service to you and your band of idiots? Or is it something else your trying to tell me.

Iyanna’s words hit hard, as the others present at the table began to grumble. “Whos is this broad? Has she no class?” one murmured. “If she wants to leave out of this room in body bag, fine by me…” another said. Malachi’s patience was quite high, even if the others present seemed to be insulted. Malachi rose her hand once more, and room fell silent. Order was reestablished, and with it she took over once again.

Normally such behavior would have gotten you executed right where you sit. You're lucky your father’s contract prevents me from ordering such a thing. He figured you’d be a catty brat. However, you are correct- he wanted me to secure you a ‘job’, or should I see position with me, but on the condition I didn’t hurt you nor anyone close to you. I did, however, need to wait for quite some time for you to amass some level of power, or even if you went down the road of a shinobi. And now, finally you have achieved both conditions I insisted on, so with that in mind, it’s time to fulfill your father’s will, no? If you don’t believe me, read this.

She said, taking a small chest from the ground and sliding it across the table. Iyanna was sure it was likely a bomb of some kind, but she again, her sensory can tell all of what Malachi spoke was the truth. How can her father put her into such a position like this? She slowly opened the chest, finding two pieces of paper. One was a copy of her father’s will, and the other - his original contract. Iyanna read through both papers rather quickly and well, it did in fact cover what the Boss said. An audible sigh left her lips, though her posture remained poised and elegant.

So, does this mean you're automatically my boss now or something?

She questioned but Little Miss Malachi smiled, as another glass of fine wine was poured, Her piercing gaze didn’t leave room for error, as she rose the glass to obscure her face momentarily before indulging. And once finished, she rested the glass and let out a laugh.

Not quite, you’re more of an…associate if I may be so honest with you. While you have my organizations protection you..

But before she can finish, Iyanna slammed her hands against the table, her eyes now flaring crimson red in coloration. She’s heard enough at this point, and wasn’t about to just bend a knee because her father was an idiot.

Then why didn’t you protect my Uncle. If your bullshit contract was to protect me and my loved ones, WHY IS HE NOT HERE!!

She yelled, causing concern across the others at Malachi’s side, weapons drawing and faces tense. She once again, gestured for them to stand down, as her once relaxed demeanor shifted, now an air of malice polluted the the scenery. As she crossed her arms, she spoke with a more… authoritative tone.

Your Uncle was in fact under my watch, but that fucker decided it would be best to sacrifice himself for your betterment. Do you really think I just allowed him to perish so easily? In a battle like that, he was far superior than the drones who chased you two, but he knew he was holding you back. You needed that push, and despite my warning- he did it anyway. And now look at you, you have more power than before with those eyes of yours, do you not? Fine by me if you wish to be hanged, drawn and quartered by…well..

She stopped and laughed, her words filled with pure amusement. Iyanna, confused, snarled as she extended her hand and without warning, a serengeti kunai would have pierced into the table just mere inches from Malachi. She’s had enough of this crap, and so she got up and turned her heels to the door. Originally, Malachi’s guards would have attempted to stop her but they didn’t.

You have caught the ire of Katrina D. Davy, brat. You think you can walk around here all free now? You attacked her ilk yesterday, and now she wants you dead. Those little ragabonds at the bar, remember?

The words caught Iyanna by surprise, as she stopped. Katrina D. Davy, one of the most notorious pirates that sailed not only in Kamiyasumi, but even before the Cataclysm, the world. Tobusekai, Mainlands everywhere. Despite her young age, she was ruthless and merciless, to think Iyanna had crossed paths with her underlings was quite the shock.

Now I’ve got your attention eh?

Malachi said, taking the very same kunai and tossing it back to Iyanna, though the Uchiha caught it. A moment passed, but Iyanna calmed herself, as she deactivated her Sharingan and sat back down. She realized this was far more serious than she anticipated- and she knew this would kind of be an issue.

I’m sorrrrrryyyyyy, please do tell me more…

She said, in a half serious half sarcastic tone. Malachi leaned back in her chair and smiled, it was the first checkmate she needed, and so with that established, she proceeded to begin to explain things, though not before handing one more paper.

Sign here, it’s your application. You’ll be a member of this organization should you sign, but of course…the door is always open for you to leave, Iyanna.

She trailed with a smile, the Uchiha was pinned. What comes next, only a matter of time can tell.

End of Mission.

Iyanna's used techniques for the mission.