Graduation & Unexpected Vistor (Circle of Death Only; Archon)

On this day it was a celebration, a celebration none of the likes have ever known to be of any kind of importance; on this day a man with no memory of his past and made one step forward into a future that he was less likely to ever think is possible. 16, the man with no name or background has pushed himself and with the guidance of his sensei the man “Death” himself … he was able to achieve something worth living for without the use of killing. He gained a feeling of acceptance, a feeling like he was important once again in his interesting cycle of a life. This area was underground Spain, it was beyond mystical even in sixteen’s eyes. Not many members of the circle of death showed up but the area itself was almost like a city, almost a town size good enough for a large mansion which Sixteen is sure to mentally note that for later. In this almost town area sized ungrounded was a mansion, which rumor has it the place was banished here with a family souls roaming the halls.



The Circle of Death purified the magic shields and souls and created it as just a mansion cleaned up for a graduation. Sixteen actually took off his mask, his writer while he’s writing his post finally decided exactly what ethnicity he is; my man is African American, who would have thought? In the white mansion it was a large meeting room on in on the roof, which had millions of candles lit, special chalk creating the Circle of Death symbol on the cold cement. Nine members in total all stood around then with eye’s closed, doing some sort of ritual or blessing in which sixteen was presented in the middle with a position of a one knee bow with his face facing the ground. No words just silence, as they are expecting the arrival of Shi to crown him of his amazing accomplishment.



White hair, surprisingly a little straighter than the usual African American style hair, lining looking nice and the length is low but noticeably still able to comb through it. Eye’s the color of ice, skin as smooth as the flow of time. His eyes closed in a deep meditation, being retrained to fight for a different cause was dwelling in his head; He had one goal in his mind, to be able to be one of the greatest assassins ever lived, but now he has a second which contradicts the first. The Roof was ironically a training space as well, if you look up you could see a dark sky, but in reality it’s only what it looks like. Short sleeve black shirt that goes down to his lower belly button close for comfort; Having the logo of the circle of Death on his shirt, black battle ready jeans with a nice set of black boots which adjust to his movement and high speed kicking life.



Gauntlets, over those skilled and strong arms of his and under his special black gloves along with his utility belt and combat band around his forehead, it really wasn’t necessary to bring a battle ready outfit but he had things to do, probably training but also he predicted a possible fight between him and his sensei for final moments of his journey. They were expecting one, but as the book opened it was revealed that they may qualify for another to show, one that possibly everyone on the roof knows but himself. Sixteen did not know what was to come today, he didn’t have a clue what was going to happen right about ….

The celebration was not a common one. Normally when one had accomplished their training, it was simply noted that they were advanced to the next rank. This graduation was unlike the others. Unique in a sense, though not entirely the first of it's kind. Truth be told Ryurou-sama did not desire to come forth and crown the cloak upon the man known as "Sixteen", or rather now he was known as "Lotus" to his peers. Shi sighed and stood from his cushion and stood as tall as he could. He stepped forward, the armor making no noise as he moved. To his right and to his left were the most skilled members of the Circle, save for the Death Incarnate himself. Shi stood, the dim braziers casting a pale light in the midnight as he looked down from his "platform" to 16. While he was truly Death Incarnate, he was still within the vessel of man, and he couldn't help but ask himself...as he looked out amongst the literal mass of people. I've done it Kage. I've become Death itself and restored my clan. Find rest Kage, so long as Death resides within me I shall not let this clan know defeat.

    The sentimental words made Shi realize that he felt a rather powerful burst of pride within himself. Perhaps it was Death itself approving of his actions or conviction...perhaps it was something else entirely. What a long, strange journey this has been. Shi looked to his left, the third strongest member (Hidari) lowered his head in Shi's presence. Shi looked to his right, and the second strongest warrior (Migi) lowered her head as well. All other students (Save for 16 and the male who stood next to him) dropped to one knee in reverential obedience to their sensei, the master of their clan...Death itself. Shi looked out at them, his straw hat casting shadows over his Asian face, making his face impossible to see, save for the piercing red eyes. All whom looked into the eyes would see Shi for what he truly was. Death itself, truly a terror to behold for those unprepared. Shi sighed before drawing in a breath of crisp air.

   "Rootasu! Inshou!" Shi called their names. The words were Japanese, the native tongue of the Circle of Death, however this would be the only time Japanese would be spoken, a moment that was signifying the event had begun. With their names spoken in Japanese, he changed into English. "Lotus! Sigil!" He proclaimed before stepping down a few of the stairs and standing mid-way between 16 and his fellow graduate "Sigil" and Hidari and Migi. "Today marks the very turning point within your life. You ascend from the ranks of the common apprentice and don the cloak of Death." Shi said. The anticipation was building, as this was an event that all apprentices desired to find themselves, but many would never see due to the lack of understanding, the lack of ability, or flat out dying in battle. These two apprentice were unlike the others however. Right here, right now, at this moment...Ryurou would give them the option. They would have the privilege... no.... the honor of being able to decide their own fate.

"Lotus. Sigil. The two of you...unlike many others, were not born into this circle...yet here you are. Now It has come time for you to choose. You may denounce the life you had before...and join The Circle of Death... truly become a brother...to join a family. Or... you may take what you know...and you may walk...knowing that in the end of your time you will stand before me again." Shi spoke, referring to the moment when one dies and they finally meet with him face to face. He offered them this because by blood they were not bound to serve the circle. They were doing this electively...and thus they had the right to walk away. Just as another had the right...

"I belong with my family! I belong with the Circle!" Sigil cried out. Shi nodded at him and walked down and whipped around a tatter dark black cloak with deep red as an exterior-gradient like trim. "Then so shall it be. Sigil of Death." Shi said as he clasped the cloak upon the young man as he looked to sixteen. "Then so shall it be. Lotus of Death." Shi said with a smile as he moved back up the stairs and Hidari and Migi blocking the top of the stairs as the mass of over two-hundred apprentice and fifty "veterans" cheered for the men who just joined the elite ranks of veteran. Sigil threw an arm around sixteen and looked to him as people swarmed them with congratulations.

"Hey, Lotus!" Sigil cried out before moving in a little to try and muffle his voice. "Lotus, why did he give us the choice to leave? Have you ever seen him give anyone else that offer? What happens if we turn it down?" He asked as the masses began to return to their underground homes to celebrate the night away. In truth none had ever seen Shi offer this before...and the reason he did so was rather...unusual. Sigil was determined to figure out what it meant.

----Shi----

Hidari and Migi turned their backs to the crowd, their enhanced sensory and reflexes making them nearly impassible. They turned to their master, Death itself. Even they had never seen such an offer...to walk away. Perhaps it concerned them. Perhaps it was ominous to them. Either way, they trusted their master with their hearts and souls. They remained Silent until Shi froze, red eyes narrowing as he took a sip form his draconian alcohol (named Seal). "He is coming..." He said. The ominous voice and the sigh causing the hair on the back of Hidari and Migi's necks to stand upon end.

Time was something at the moment he didn’t catch, this mystical bound of space was not limited by time or space is what it seemed, though wildly admitted at the time he did not mind or care what time or day it was. All that remains was for the finale in which was one of the most important parts of the day, after that was just going to be one hell of a day. Sixteen was thinking about the members of circle of death watching him, he felt like he had something to prove, in a sense something and or someone to show up or show something about or too. He could feel his master, much closer than ever; He didn’t quite mean physically but more spiritually if that made sense. There were no words as his master sat in silence, Sixteen couldn’t tell if he was adjusting his vision on the new members or perhaps a feeling of displeasure; Sixteen had learned how to feel when it came to his sensei, they had a much different bond due to Sixteen’s specific nature when they first met. When sixteen was found he was a powerful material meant to be made anything if adjusted right, and luckily he could have went to anyone else but death himself has showed his graceful and valuable grace upon his tainted soul.


His breathing rate didn’t change much, his mind still ready and his heart filled with a feeling of strange happiness and pride he waited patiently for the words of wise. His master spoke out in Japanese, he was rumored to learn Japanese but he didn’t get very far in doing so; but still he understood some of their words. Those words to sixteen registered as hopefully something good and not strange. His muscles were relaxed, mind still able and ready for anything though his muscles were relaxed because his heart felt in a better place. Was he wrong for not feeling like being at battle mode today? It was his ceremony so he would hope he wouldn’t need to test out his newly found powers and skills, and let’s not forget the-


Hold on master is speaking English once again. He called out two names, in those two names none of them were Sixteen; When he joined the ranks of the circle of death they choose his name based off of his fighting skills. Far range was a good choice indeed, but when this man got up close and in personal he always had an advantage; Swift like lightning and a powerful nature like a Lotus. Sixteen to them was Lotus, that was another part of his beginning and it suited him just fine; It had a very nice aura to it. The other name was a collage, someone around Lotus level in the circle and they’ve known each other only a little enough for small talk and the test they ran on just those two for their main purpose of course. Death himself with those two names as the echo filled the air causing Lotus eyes to open bright, his eyes the color of ice allowing himself to see the floor of the roof – His eyes slowly but gracefully made a travel in his head making its way to look up at his savior … to look up to the man Death himself. His body still in firm position, yet his mind, and soul was everywhere but where he wanted it to be, he had to forgive himself for not being used to a feeling of excitement when it wasn’t a fight.


The man gave them a choice, despite all the training and missions they went on to prove their worth they still was given a choice which admitted enough was a little strange to Lotus himself; Watching everyone’s reaction to their master’s choice also gave him a bit of an alarming feeling that he felt he had to suppress for another time. Sigil, spoke up first responding to the choice; giving an obvious statement in Lotus opinion as he didn’t even look at the guy he just listened. Lotus responded by saying absolutely nothing, he just gave a heavy nod. He wasn’t good at talking, actions always spoke louder than words so he personally was good on things like that, and they waited a couple of seconds for their master to respond. No wind, no sound, just that cape and that death floating around like some bad assess or something. He finally set the stone in steel and just like that the candles and sky lit up and the celebration began!


It wasn’t so quiet or tense anymore, everyone preceded to make their way to the inside of the mansion for feasting and anything else us circle of death members do. An arm came around his shoulder, it was the other guy … maybe somewhere along the lines of the future could a closer bond happen. Before the arm he called out, and before he answered then the arm came around; Asking a discreet keep it between those two type voice and voice volume as he began walking towards the main doors with his arm around him gesturing him to follow if he wanted conversation. His mind was craving for two things at the moment, first was sugar and the second was to see if his master was okay. He spoke in a low tone as he made his way inside of the mansion, trying to reassure his basically partner in the circle that everything shouldn’t be too bad.

“He’s lived a long time, a lot of bad things have probably happened to him in the past; Besides, even though he’s death he isn’t the type to force anything upon someone. Unless he had too.”

"Still...I don't get it man." Sigil said, though he smiled and shrugged as if he were throwing in the towel and saying "Whatcha gonna do?" before he took his seat at the table of honor. There were whispers within the circle at the moment, wondering where Ryurou-sensei and Hidari-sama and Migi-sama had gone. It was not typical for them to be absent. The veterans were all gathered and celebrating, none of them partaking too much of alcohol, knowing that they were ALWAYS on watch to protect the apprentice mass. The time had gotten tot he point where even the apprentice mass had become uncomfortable with the lack of presence of Death within the region. There were whispers amongst the others at Lotus/Sigil's table however, talk which caught the ear of everyone nearby oh so soon enough. It was quite eerie in fact. For the words were spoken by the eldest member at the table, a man about sixty years old, Japanese in ethnicity. His eyes were clouded as if stricken with blindness, or severe cataracts.

   "There is a presence lingering." The elder said. One of the much younger apprentices made a joke pertaining to flatulence, to which the other children giggled immaturely before they grew solemner when seeing the most seasoned of men cringe by the elder's words. "What is it sir?" Sigil asked, all to eager to hear about what had just caused men more powerful than Lotus and himself cringe as if the memory alone was painful or horrific A chill settled upon the room as the elder looked to the direction of Sigil's voice, before shaking his head. "The Undying..." The older man said. As if rehearsed all eyes in the room widened, pupils constricted as they looked to the man. Silence fell, and while the apprentice mass knew nothing of those unholy words, all veterans (save for Lotus and Sigil) froze, the hair standing on the back of their necks. Veterans all immediately vanished. Sigil (and likely Lotus) would know this technique as "Shadow-Step" in which they managed to move and relocate themselves at a speed that was almost instantaneous teleportation. They had vanished and secured the parameter, making sure that there was nothing moving within the underground "society". Sigil looked to Lotus, in hopes that the man would be able to educate Sigil on what exactly was happening...or if Lotus would dare inquire about what was going on from the elder.

Long and full of workouts is what Sixteen would call those flight of stairs, once making his way to his seat and sitting down next to his counterpart who’s curious about their master’s strange behavior, in which in honesty bugged him as well still sat in silence. His eyes watched around the large hall of beauty, the circle of Death was beautiful to be around, despite his master’s strange behavior he tried to soak and bask in the glory of. His sixth sense activated, but this feeling of activation was so strong his soul vibrated out of his body just for a split second. This split second caused his vision to flicker dark red, his beat to beat five times in total, and his face to cringe for that particular moment; It was so strong he swore he wasn’t the only one in the room who felt it, and when the truth came to past ~He wasn’t the only one who felt it.



The whispering began, he looked to Sigil for a feeling of reassurance but he was ignorant to the situation; the confusion on the African American’s whole mindset was almost overwhelming, that sense lingered little by little away from his soul, but the more it lingered the less power he felt being sucked away from him. Tapping back into consciousness, when they spoke of the name or event that was lingering about the lands, the sense went back up to one hundred percent and he felt the cringe again so strong that he was catching a minor headache. His right pointing and middle finger on his right temple, he sat in silence as everyone else facial expression went pale, he had to pull his vision together and for that split second he couldn’t and the moment he regained enough power he stood up and when reality set in from his dizziness everyone evacuated.



He knew the technique that they used, but his senses picked up on something so strong it kept his body in one place, his eyes switching from left and right he leaped onto the table he walked slowly to the middle of the long table. He felt like something was wrong, but his sixth sense is not allowing him to move out of the room. Danger senses flickered almost every few seconds of battle, someone or something mysterious, he couldn’t catch his soul as his eyes closed and finally once again, his eyes opened as he wait for whatever his danger senses is trying to prepare him for, someone’s here to crash the party …

"This ... feeling ..."

"Sir, what's going on? Who is this "Undying" person?" Sigil would ask. The elder sighed and stood tall, proud despite his visible affliction of the eyes. The apprentice mass knew him well enough to know that the few and rare moments the man spoke were moments worth listening to. Veterans appeared and began corralling groups of apprentices and escorting them towards safer locations, Many however would still remain near Sigil and Lotus to hear the story. The man, whom was known only as "Seer" stood upon the chair he had once sat upon, and he took a swig of his drink before looking out amongst the masses. He let out a sigh before a deep inhale and beginning his story.

   "Ryurou met a boy. A smart, talented young man with more wealth than any of us could hope to know what to do with it. The boy had promise, he had skill, and most important of all he had the spirit of a champion, with the heart of a hero. Selflessly the boy slaved his life away to ensure the safety of others, and slowly but surely...he was dying. The boy found himself the victim of one known as "The Lych" an entity that had eluded Ryurou for many years, possibly even a hundred years. The Hero, the boy, had fallen victim to the cruelty of "The Lych", whom killed his father, wedded his mother and controlled her mind in order to make herself end her own life before the boy. Then he would find himself with yet another hardship. The boy was injected with a magical concoction...and slowly but surely...the boy began to die. The boy sought out the only one in known existence that could help him. Ryurou, Shi. Death itself had returned to the mortal realm...and now, the boy had hope. The boy fought Ryurou, whom in turn defeated him. However, the boy would not be turned away. The conviction, the heart and soul of an honest, pure and heroic man...within the package of a little boy...who had every reason to discard those morals. Ryurou would not turn the boy away. Instead he would take that boy under win...and the boy would become Death's Apprentice." Seer's story had already captivated many of the apprentices, and the few veterans were shivering at the story itself. It sounded so beautiful at first...a boy whom had every reason to despise the world and hate...knowing nothing but selflessness and love. But of course if that had been the end of the story, then none would be as afraid as they were now...

   "The boy was learning quickly. He mastered EVERYTHING Ryurou had taught him with the utmost precision and an uncanny haste. Soon though...Ryurou could feel it within himself...the apprentice...HIS apprentice...was dying. Shi was at a loss. For the first time...it is said that Death did not wish to reap, as the boy had become like as son to him. But in the end, Ryurou would see the Death of a Hero....but not the death of his apprentice. The boy's sickness, plaguing him from the Lych's concoction had triggered a reaction within his soul...and awakened an ancient energy. The energy completely changed the boy...and he was no more. Many years this feud would go on. Ryurou against his apprentice....until one day, his apprentice got the better of him, and crippled Ryurou. Ryurou would persevere however, when the Titan King came to end him, it was his son Yam The Dragon King, and the God of Primordial Chaos whom saved him...at the cost of his own life. Seeing his own son die, Ryurou stood from his crippled form, and embraced his destiny as Death. With this new power, he cursed his apprentice claiming his daughter, and crippling her twin brother from within their womb. The feud would come to a close however, when Ryurou went to the crippled child and reversed the curse he had laid upon him. It was then that Ryurou felt it...the essence of his old apprentice form within the new dark creature. With work, Ryurou was able to bring forth his apprentice from the ashes in a body of it's own. A battle between celestials would ensue, and Death would be there, fighting for the righteous cause. Ryurou then watched his apprentice make the hardest decision he had ever known. In order to save his family, and Ryurou himself, his apprentice fused himself with "The Lych" taking in the very being who murdered his family, made his life hell and allowed sins of an unforgiveable nature to ensue upon him. He took in the very thing he hated, to preserve the sacred balance of Life and Death. The creature that now exists...the fusion of "The Lych" and "Ryurou's first apprentice" has since then been called... "The Undying"... I was Ryurou's second apprentice. I was eager...willing. I gathered my own students and we launched a Campaign against "The Undying" in order to put the soul of the Hero to rest...lay him to rest and know none would ever be hurt because of him. I took four hundred men with me...Only three of us returned...because Ryurou saved us. He came too late. I looked upon what I had done...I led them. They trusted me. Ryurou's second apprentice...had let three-hundred and ninety-seven men to their graves. I looked...and saw what I had done...and then swore I would never see again. My eyes...are my penance... as are all three-hundred and ninety-seven scars upon my body... I serve now...my only use is as a beacon to sense that which even Death itself cannot find... The Undying...The Undying...which is now within the cavers we call home." Seer concluded the story and the tension in the air was unbelievable. Also rather terrifying, considering that there were not 400 members within the order at this given time. Sigil swallowed before looking around, back to Lotus before sighing.

   "Well in MY defense I don't want "freed". I'm also quite certain I've never initiated hostility towards another being... it was YOU whom attacked me." A voice came, and no matter where you were in the room, the sophisticated demonic-reverbing voice seemed to be right next to you, as if he were in a one on one conversation with everyone in the entire room. The dark cloak was tattered, a sickly mask and eerie eyes contrasting the darkness that radiated from around him. It was him...and everyone knew it. Death's Apprentice. The Undying.

Standing on the table, he was now the center of attention for the brief second as they wondered what the new high class member would do but after his small and brief statement of a strange feeling it alarmed them even more. It obviously took Sigil once again to break the ice and ask who and what the fuck is a Undying, this was words that even Sixteen could release from his grasp. Everyone gathered around for the story, but Sixteen stayed standing in his same spot; He was trying to control his sense and It took a little time, during that time he would try to focus on the vet’s story of who and or what this entity or being is that is shaking up his graduation. Seer from what Lotus knew, they both had the same kind of power; a powerful Sixth sense, though he figured it was probably more powerful than his currently but he was sure that he wasn’t the only one that felt it.


The story started, and Lotus like most of the other guys paid attention but his mind was too on guard, he couldn’t sit and just wait he hand to prepare himself, his body regain full control and he remembered his quote. His fear fading, his mind steady and his heart was ready; acquiring the information he needed about the guy it all came down to today. All that happened in the past was irrelevant to him; only thing that mattered was the here and now. The camera would move around Lotus like a fly admiring it’s next meal, all that mattered to Lotus is acting and reacting. He didn’t need to make hard analysis for this equation due to its simplicity; It really upset him that something like this could happen on a day where he was supposed to celebrate something moving towards being better than what he was in the present. His heart was broken, he had to pull it together and gather his strength and once doing so he inhaled whatever air was in the area before opening his eyes exhaling.


He wasn’t sure he could stop his threat, he wasn’t used to fighting very powerful beings like this, all he knew was if he didn’t believe himself now he couldn’t face the threat later. Pulse, throb one good time before he shouted out – “He’s here!” – Trying to keep the circle of Death’s members at their feet. He could feel fear around him through his sixth sense, he eliminated those factors long ago, weather he was god or not; Fear was not in this man’s heart.


The Undying spoke. Shaking the underworld’s atmosphere in ways they couldn’t understand, he and he didn’t know if he was the only one but stood with no change in expression. His body turned to face the being. The guy looked like something you wouldn’t want to fuck with, but Lotus wasn’t going to fear. Lotus noticed that he besides Seer, was probably his highest target unless … wait … oh no we forgot about master! Lotus couldn’t keep his focus off of the party crasher, he dismissed his urge to leave and find Ryu. Instead he stood, the only man on the table looking battle ready as usual, but it wasn’t on purpose it was always how he was. This could alarm the Undying, perhaps he wanted to talk or congratulate the graduates, though the way Seer explained it to them it seemed like it could mean something more hostile. He hopped the veterans were okay, but for now his focused and serious facial expression was the only thing shown on his face as his ice eyes laid upon the man that came before him.


... The Undying ...

"Oh come now. Can't we be civil? After all I think a few of your friends have already tried the hostile hospitality and that didn't quite work for them." Archon, The Undying said, noticing everyone else around the area become more at edge, a reaction that Archon found rather amusing. The last time he checked, part of being a member of the Circle of Death was to be disciplined to the point where fear was nothing. Only a select few of them seemed to pick up on this "memo" however, and it was they who took to his attention. Lotus, Sigil, Seer and a few other men and women of Veteran ranks remained still, calm, and while obviously uncertain of themselves, they were in fact fearless. One of the fearless veterans was brave enough to make the first move. HE cried out for the apprentice masses to retreat. The other Veterans knew the protocol...yes, the higher ups had a protocol for this. They all drew weapons while a few led the apprentice masses away as quickly as they could. The Exodus of such a large group would take a LONG time, valuable time that any being related to "Death" would know is crucial.

   The veteran leapt, shadow stepping and reappearing beside the Undying. The shimmering black blade of his katana coming down, cutting cleanly at the Undying's throat. The Undying didn't move, and showed no indication that he was even aware he had been struck. His eerie eyes slowly moved to the side, looking at the blade which was snagged upon his throat, unable to cut him. There were a few curses thrown about. Before the man could move away, He was taken ahold of. "aahhh....oh well. Looks like I will find Ryurou the easyway." He said as he let out a little growl. His loves became covered in a tipped "claw-like" plating material. He used the claws and made one slash with one finger which barely grazed the skin, but the veteran in turn was severed into three chunks. Sigil's eyes widened. "He's using the Kushala-Tatsu!" He marveled at this, the only other being able to do so being Death itself. The fact The Undying was using the tactic with such mastery was a rather intimidating thing. Fear and intimidation being two different factors in the same equation. The Kushala-tatsu used spirit energy in order to inflict three strikes with the stroke of the blade only once. It was like death itself...slow and crippling, not intended to do anything else by wear other people down while Death remained alert and capable. However...the Kushala-tatsu was much more ferocious in the hand of the Undying.

   They all looked to him as he stood, several of the veterans were obviously hesitant about engaging the enemy. "Fall back! Regroup and come up with a-" In an instant his heart stopped. Archon now stood between him and Lotus. The Vertans all let out little signs of shock, from audible gasping to being frozen solid. He moved faster than even a shadow-step could hope to catch. The Undying placed a hand on the male's throat, lifting Sigil into the air and asphyxiating him. The other memebers all charged him, prompting him to release Sigil, however as the blades all caught upon the porcelain colored "skin" of the throat they all growled. Sigil ran at Lotus as if to tackle him to the ground, hoping to get him down before the Undying moved next. Six men with blades attempting to pierce the Undying's throat eight more veterans shadow-stepped into the air and began falling down towards him, blades trained on their new foe. There was a demonic howl as Sigil was blown away hitting the ground and watching. The men that were so close to the Undying were literally dematerialized under the force of the howl, taken right out of thin air as if they were flayed by a nuclear bomb. The Undying remained, the power of his voice alone able to create a crater in the rocks and shake the cavern. Sigil stood up and the assailant looked to him, and then to Lotus as he took a step forward. Migi and Hidari appeared on the scene. Migi donning her "Black Dragon" (A Spiked fist weapon made of bone), and Hidari with his two Tonfa with crescent scythe-like blades adorning the ends of them.

    Get with the others and regroup for a proper defense. NOW! Hidari's masculine voice echoed, though his mouth did not move. He launched his assault upon the Undying, but once more even Shi's third most powerful member proved to be a toy. The Undying grabbing him by the arm and flipping Hidari over himself, making the elegant soldier look like a klutz. Migi remained silent as she began to charge the undying, and suddenly replicated herself. She managed to get a good blow to the Undying's chest, causing a huge crack in his face. The Undying back-handed the woman and sneered as the cracks on his face began to heal over with impressive speeds. "I'm not even going to need my sword, am I?" The Undying asked with a scoff as Sigil ran after the others to regroup and formulate a defense. What Lotus did however, was entirely up to him.

Migi:

Hidari:

The Apprentice:

The Veteran:

Sigil:

 The Circle of Death versus The Undying

Deaths: 15
Casualties: (15 Dead)
C.O.Death remaining: 43(V) 250(A) (Migi) (Hidari) (Sigil) (Seer)

Fear didn’t exist in his heart, but in his area it consumed the minds of the apprentice mass and that was something to think about. This didn’t seem like much, but in reality this was war; this man whoever he was, was exactly what he was to normal humans all over the world. A one man army, his presence or name itself was more than enough to make the elders want to pee their pants, but the circle of death was his home and he will not allow anyone to destroy something he finally got a chance to be proud of. He watched as his brethren made their fatal choice in combating the man choosing a very hustle approach against a man who was able to cripple death himself, such a choice they were making and Lotus eyes watched the magnitude of this man’s play strength. The first victim allowed Lotus to be able to understand and see just a crumb of this man’s might; he used a technique that most in the clan have only thought to be a rumor. He took down the opponent with pretty much just a finger, it was time for him to move but before he could think of a quick thought his danger senses went tingling, and he was forced to react instead of act. Jumping backwards and making great distance on the table using quick speed while shouting out to Sigil

“Jump backwards, Sigil! Now!”


He sensed Lynch danger intent and direction and tried to shout that out to hopefully effectively save him from whatever attack he was planning on Lotus or Sigil and it should be in time for him to move and make an alternate direction and finish his sentence at least in leading; Or he can still not be fast enough and it can keep going just his body and reflexes wasn’t good enough. This was a special stance for the technique he was going to pull off; he was saving this technique for a special time but what better time when his life and people who care for him are dying right? The shock grenade was left on the ground he once stood on in which he hopped Sigil saw it and knew to move; The timing was on point, moved, dropped the small bomb and not a second later Undying appears in the heart of the attack. Distance was about 30 meters from each other; He watched the explosion which at that perfect timing not knowing what kind of tactics or powers he could use to avoid the attack, it was suppose to explode an explosion two times a normal grenade but release pure force and electricity at high voltage. The explosion would accure right when Undying reaches for Sigil neck, weather he grabbed Sigil or not it's going off. The explosion was indeed large, as a wave of dense blue waves of electricity illuminated the atmosphere expanding out of the parameter to shock and stun the undying at a extreme rate. When the smoke cleared, didn't matter to Lotus for the most simple reason of all; He might have been stunned, he might have moved, he could have done anything but one thing is positive; He wasn't on the ground, or at least that's what he was feeling. All that is heard is the sounds of electricity to it's highest form to the point where it's visible and one of the brightest lights in the room. He was ready. he wasn't going to back down from this challenge. His blood is boiling, he hopped the Undying wouldn't let him down!

Let's go!:

"Well that was interesting." The Undying had said as he stuck out his hands, and parted the smoke like the red sea. The man was illuminated, crackling. The man was using some form of energy. It mattered little, as the Undying's steely eyes fixated on the man known as "Lotus", though he knew not what to call the male. He scoffed when he noted that the one known as "Sigil" had escaped. He growled noting that one piece of the puzzle had managed to elude him. He turned to find the one known as Lotus. The Undying remained unphased, by all of the assault. The Bone-plating that was "his skin" (or rather hidden beneath it) was of a substance so dense it was unscathed by the assault. He stood there.. not moving, even after the bomb detonated, he stood there in air. The creature sighed as he shook his head, and began walking away, ignoring Lotus entirely, virtually disgracing him in the worst possible way. Lotus was not worth his time, nor his attention. He'd end this quickly. He held up a finger and the Gemini-calcium claw fired out at Lotus with speeds even father than Lotus himself could run, and without sufficient fighting skills, this was over. The shard would rend flesh, and it would reap a life...but it would not be the life of Lotus. Hidari shadow-stepped between the young man and the Undying's projectile claw. Hidari let out little more than a grunt as the claw shot through his chest and pierced his heart. Hidari stood tall as he looked back at the male named Lotus, his hand over his wound as blood began to seep from his mouth.

   "Follow....orders..." Was all the man could say before dropping. When he did, he was stubborn. His knees buckled...but his knees never touched the ground. Hidari was an honorable member. He bowed before none, except Death, whom all one day would bow before. Hidari fell forward, crimson liquid seeped onto the stone ground of the manor as Hidari fell dead. Archon scoffed, rolling his eyes at the "Heroics" of the senior member before his untimely passing. Or murder...depends on how you look at it. The Undying let out a little disappointed sigh, as if he were sad to see Hidari pass, and then he turned his attentions to the attacking woman known as "Migi". She created six cloned of herself. Two of them rushed to pick up Hidari, each one taking the dead-man's body and running off at intense speeds for the door, the remaining four remained to try and attack the Undying.

   This displeased the "immortal" greatly as he walked calmly for the door where Sigil had just gone off running through, and where two of the Migi's had taken the dead man. The four Migi's engaged with hm in combat were all so familiar, oh so drull. True enough, Migi was close to the Undying when it came to skill. The difference was that the Undying knew Migi better than she knew herself. He had watched her, and now she was just another fool who followed the same old pattern. The Undying slashed with his remaining claws, dispatching the Migi's before Snapping his fingers. The claw form within Hidari shined, and there was an explosion of unholy energy. Blood splattered the wall as the corpse of Hidari was blown open clean off. His skull was torched. The Migi clone was destroyed completely, and Migi herself was soon to follow suit, the explosion having harmed one of her legs beyond the point of use.

     "You there! Get Hidari's body to Sigil! On the double!" She ordered as she tried to stand. Shi's second in command just ordered the male Lotus to take the corpse of Shi's third in command to Sigil, and now they would see what it was that The Lotus of Death would do.

 The Circle of Death versus The Undying

Deaths: 15  (Hidari)
   Casualties: (16 Dead) (1 Wounded) (Hidari has been Killed in Action) (Migi has been wounded!)

C.O.Death remaining: 43(V) 250(A) (Migi) (Sigil) (Seer)

The explosion sound had a slight echo, but when the smoke cleared his opponent would definitely be more than okay, instead he was disappointed in Lotus. Lotus already feeling disappointed within himself for not being able to take down this mighty opponent, but now wasn’t the moment for him to down himself in a situation like this. The man began to walk away, and as he did Lotus Danger senses activated on a heavy note and in an instant he leaped to the left, his body just almost impaled by the attack established by the opposing enemy. But before his feet hit the ground his eyes laid on one of the most heart breaking things he has ever felt; another being sacrificed themselves for Lotus life, once his feet touched the ground he dashed full speed hearing his final moments and he snatched his body before his lifeless body would fall on the table. Landing on ground, his feet barely giving him any kind of time to think as all he heard beyond the on slaughter of his people was the incredible speed of his heart beating as his human emotions began to show themselves and Lotus not being able to analyze the situation.

"NO!"
He was experiencing so many things at once, a place where his graduation is supposed to be filled with everything but today, this is probably going to be topped down as his worse day ever. he didn’t even give Migil and the others time to register, as he noted Sigil’s disappearance and took off full speed in his direction; Feeling a feeling of being sorry for leaving the woman to fight the monster on such a wrong term. This would instead cause the two clones who came to get Hidari’s body, be instead to probably focus on the battle to give Migil the better edge, though that will be explained next post but for now as every step with blur moved his danger senses tingled and his body reacted on its own, dropping Hidari’s body and jumping backwards, body softly landing on the ground before an explosion erupted causing more emotional trauma, the explosion was just beating Lotus up even more on the inside as he felt like a kid unable to do anything but run.


He had to set aside his pride and do what is best for the clan but first he had to live through it too think like that. Truly enough as he watched the blood splatter all over the place; with his opponent still moving he picked his even worse looking body back up and dashed as fast he could to find Sigil … who was …

[Full Stats]

"Erm... Yes?" The Archon said mockingly as he walked forward and moved to Migi. She fought to stand, but Archon was merciful, slicing the woman across the throat with a clawed gauntlet. He proceeded through, searching for the one he required. He was too far in now, there was no turning back. The Circle of Death would rot form within...wither and perish. This battle would decide the fate of the Circle. Lotus would soon find Sigil with the remainder of the apprentices and the Veterans. They were huddled around, all of them with weapons drawn and ready to do what needed to be done. There was an argument going on, something between the veterans and what the Circle should do now.

  "Lotus!" Sigil cried out before he stepped forward, frozen and shocked by what had happened, and everyone around him mortified by what they had seen. The charred skull of Hidari and his mangled corpse shredded to bits and pieces. Sigil threatened to upheave his celebratory dinner before calming his stomach. He sighed as he pulled down his hood, revealing dark middle-eastern skin and spikey black hair, the male was at least twenty, slightly older than Lotus. He sighed a "Put him there..." Sigil said as he sighed, removing his gloves. He reached down and placed a hand on the slimy-bloody skull that reeked of death and disembowelment, with a squishing noise Sigil cringed as he began to slow his breathing. Several students gathered around him watching as Sigil seemed to stop breathing entirely. He took in a deep breath, his eyelids flew open and his eyes had become entirely black, seemingly hollow like the indents of the skull, a pale green fire bursting slowly igniting from within them. Suddenly the skull's lower jaw dropped and the dead-man Hidari's chest burst forth and then fell, letting out a raspy hiss. Sigil took in another breath, and the skeleton did the same, each breath the traces of the wounds burned with this pale green fire. The fire burned up, covering the male in muscles and then flesh burning over it, until it crawled up his face slowly with every respiration. Sigil let go, only when Hidari's body had reformed. Sigil dropped to his ass before panting and growling in pain. Everyone looked to the newly reformed Hidari as his eyes shot open. He sat up and growled as he cracked his neck and knuckles.

   "You want to play hero, then go ahead. Play hero." Hidari snipped, his voice harsh and condescending at Lotus who refused to follow protocol. "All units, form up. Lotus shall be leading us to out fate... Death decrees it." He said, still mocking Lotus, though only Lotus and Sigil would truly know that. All others looked to Lotus, Seer stepping out from around Hidari and stepping forward to place a hand on Lotus' shoulder. "The existence of the Circle...is on you... - PREPARE!" Hidari commanded after chiding Lotus and everyone began to gather supplies, some ready to run, others ready to fight. Seer spoke to Lotus.

  "The Undying is beyond anything you could imagine... I survived his wrath... but I cannot defeat him. No one can... but MANY... One day the masses may be able to defeat him... There is honor in battle...honor in Death...but is there honor in leading ALL of your men to slaughter? I am old and I am blind...but even I can see the folly... But...let me show you things...through MY eyes." Seer said. A sensation of light would blind 16 and within a moment he would soon feel the radiating energies of his own soul, pulsing out and touching the living...and the dead. The members of the circle around him...their doubts...their Ki and Chi. Within a moment he would feel the essence of Death...of Master Ryurou. The Spirit of death flooded him and his own spirit would become full. He would feel his own soul and spirit offering the extra arms. Two extra strikes...one soul fused within his own. Lotus could look and find that the man...Seer was no longer there...none couls see him, nor hear him...none noticed he was missing...but Lotus would be able to feel him as his voice echoed. The voice was that of seer...and yet somehow he felt as if the spirit of death itself were speaking to him.

Thus now when I leave you, I'm truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind.

Lotus has unlocked The Kushala-Tatsu!

Breathing was normal, speed was normal in his terms and his mind and body was not feeling too good, it's all find and dandy until your sensei old student come into town and start crashing the party and killing hookers right? In his hands as he run past rooms after rooms was the body of a dead being, not just any dead being but a man who protected him and he let him down. This is one of the ones that actually watched him from a simple minded assassin to a full grown protector, defender and a man with a soul to keep, and most of all he gave his life so that Lotus could have a future. Lotus couldn't quite understand why all of this was going on, he couldn't grasp or understand the pain he was feeling and the destruction of his people. Sixteen feet slide a little when he heard his teammate call out to him, he ran in that direction into another large room where his spirit and body was once again reunited with the clan of his people. Under the request of Sigil, he placed him in the designated spot and with that time of revival in which Lotus then remembered hearing a rumor about his new graduates talents his hope restored just a little when seeing his powers.


Turning his whole body, he walked forward and took a few steps away from the arrival process and his body faced the door. Now granted this was the time, that his spirit calmed and within his spirit calming his brain focused and fixed himself, his breathing rate began to accelerate and his rage began to take over, and within another exhale of air it was released and within release his eyes opened up, his mind has fixed and he was ready for anything. His black body turning around just in time hearing the sounds of new life, seeing the man once dead brought to life, even though he was angry with him he gave him full power. Full power? as in this guy just got revived and commanded the order of all Circle of Death under the command of the new Graduate, Lotus. Why not the other guy? Lotus only had no real strong offensive attacks or powers, he was almost as useless as anyone else, so why would he lead all of these people to their deaths? Didn't matter, Lotus knew what he was going to do almost instantly, his facial expression showed everyone a face of seriousness as the ice cold blue eyes of the sexy chocolate man burned with fiery right before he could speak he felt the hand of Seer on his shoulder.


He spoke, to Lotus and in speaking something strange happened, his vision was gone and all he could see was light, and in light his soul began to pulse to hard he could barely contain the motion. Lotus was undergoing a transformation that he was not understanding it, all he could see was light, and he was seeing visions in a slideshow showing everything that he missed and everything showing up so clear as a large flash erupted from his body blocking vision from everyone the flash cleared and everyone could see Lotus but Seer was gone ... Lotus spoke one time.

"I need everyone to leave now! I'll deal with him myself "

Without letting anyone finish he turned his back on his clan and headed out of the door, his soul burning with fury and his heart not taking this onslaught anymore it was an order to protect his clansmen, if any other circle of death was going to die from this point on it was going to be him ... and everyone could tell it was something different about him, something that might give him an edge. He stood in the hallway of the room, where his clansmen should have already evacuated, he stood in a long hallway waiting for the Undying to come around the only corner he need to, to complete his objective. He waited for Archon to come around the corner, and when he does Lotus would bow to him in the most respectful manner possible.

"I suppose you are my senior, so in regards to that and the display of strength you showed off I respect you ... you are the most powerful person I've ever seen before ... but .." He stood into a full stand eyeing his opponent ready for this more than ever. "I can't allow you to destroy the one thing that has given me a soul ..." He got into a stance, the hallway was large, and the corner he was suppose to come around was at least 20 meters from where he was standing.
"Just you and me ..."