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Old 04-25-2017, 02:30 AM   #11
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It was very likely that this whole conversation was an act of futility, but Hien saw no need for his "brothers" to cease their dialogue with these good men. For most, if not all of them, this was their only chance to have their thoughts and feelings actually heard by a member of the Village Hidden in the Stone.

The foreman however, didn't care about any of that.

"Get back to work! Anyone found slacking gets their pay docked!"

Immediately, the crowd scrambled, everyone in a race to make themselves look busy. So too did the twin avatars of the jewel. They moved in unison, heading for the fifth floor, there was sure to be more than enough work to be done up there. As they moved, Batsu and the man with the hammer's eyes met and quickly a nod of respect was given, and slowly it was returned. Looking away, the Kiyama clone smirked to himself.

It was a smirk that was shared by the True Son, Hien, who was on the third floor, just about finished bricking the corridor with the sagely old man. Standing straight up, the teen exhaled and wiped at his brow with a grimey forearm. The more experienced worker looked up at him and scoffed, cackling to himself. "Whaddya tired kid? Say it ain't so, there's still so muc-"


Careening over the short wall to the northern side of the infantile structure, came two dark objects that thudded on the wooden planks of the third floor merely fifteen yards away from Hien and the older man, who rose to his feet.

"What in the sam hell is--"

"GET DOWN!!" Immediately the chuunin recognized the two black spheres for what they were; grenades. Tackling the elder man to the ground, the boy wrapped himself around the worker to shield him from the-


The grenades, although small, packed an enormous punch. The blast destroyed most of the third floor and sent debris and chaos flying across the construction site.

Outside, two young men were hauling ass down a side street right behind the new hospital when the explosion went off, they snickered, content with themselves as they went to round the corner, the PDC's work here was done.

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Old 06-04-2017, 07:32 AM   #12
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Construction materials spilled from Kam’s heavy cart, overturned, its wheels still spinning, strewn across the ground in the direction he’d bolted. The sound of his pounding footsteps was lost in the din of fear, uncertainty and anguish that had spread from station to station like chain lightning from the point of detonation. Those on the remaining scaffolding were in the worst condition — Hien was first in his mind — but the blast had also flung debris across the whole area, and a number of men were either down for the count or only just staggering to their feet. Everywhere, disarray. Except in Kam’s mind.

Though the scale of the blast had taken him by surprise, Hien’s cry of alarm had given him cause to break with his role for a split second and look to its source. In that moment, he had seen everything, unflinching, even as shards of wood cartwheeled in his direction like throwing knives, and donned a different mask over the first. He was still the travelling workman, but now he was also the first responder, and so far the only person running toward the carnage.

Hien was his first priority.

Reacting to the incendiary patriot who had decided to cast their stone in this way came second, however much their cowardly, ignorant act infuriated him. Kam might have heard a thing or two, but Hien had seen what had gone down. He’d been there. Kam only hoped that Hien still was, but cries from both the outside and inside of the building suggested that might be the case. The scaffolding was in pieces when he drew near, large lengths of bamboo hanging like snapped or dislocated limbs. A few immobile forms lay limp on the decks but one was hanging between levels from a tangle of rope that was sure to give at any moment, his right leg below the knee gone, now a tattered stump. Kam started climbing, anger turning to shock when he realised he was still the only person coming to the rescue.

“Help’s on the way, people!”

Hope was the whole reason they were here. People working together to rebuild. To restore what was lost with something new. Something better. What was better about cowering in fear?

He stuck to the nearest vertical beam, which looked well enough attached to bear his weight, climbing hand over hand and foot over foot like a monkey. Like a normal person, doing what any normal, able-bodied person should be doing in a situation like this. Even working with shinobi if it meant saving lives.

Kam reached the injured man, whom he knew not to be Hien or either of his doppelgängers, but tended to him anyway, feeling for a pulse before securing his legs about the post so that he could pull him close and cut him free. He cast an impatient eye over his shoulder before descending. Those who hadn’t fled were standing about, staring, and only a couple had begun to approach gingerly. It wasn’t enough.

“Come on, you lot, get moving! There’s people still alive up ere! We got a job to do, don we?”

Where are you, Hien?
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