[294]

 

- Sorry darling -

"This is harder than we both thought"

He'd been wandering for decades. Of course, the puppet had little to no sense of time--not really. He could tell the difference between day and night, and the different seasons of the year--but even then, his short-term memory tended to forget how many of those seasons had passed him in a cycle. He could recognize them--identify that it was winter in the desert, or summer in the Land of Stone, but it gave him no real reference of how much time had truly passed.
    He had been to the Chuunin Exams when they'd last been hosted in Yukigakure, but he wouldn't have been able to remember it aside from the scribblings in his journal detailing of a young Sunagakure shinobi he'd met there who had a habit of yelling, and the company of an old man that he'd made note of, too. What his significance or importance had been, Unit 294 didn't know--if he'd known, he'd not written it down, and therefore that information, too, had been lost in the little time between then and now. It might as well not have happened at all.
    What Unit 294 did know, for certain, though, was that at present, he was racing through the desert plains of Arashi no Kuni at high speeds, a trail of sand trailing behind him as his artificial feet kicked up the material as he raced through. He knew, too, that the mission he'd been dispatched on had been failed. The target he'd been sent after no longer existed when he'd left the village, and so, he'd spent the past twenty years looking for a ghost. This was only a recent discovery, brought to his attention with the help of the Princess of Sunagakure. And, it was now, at this time, that he was meant to return home.
    The Shippai had not abandoned his village out of hatred or betrayal--it had merely been an accident. A poor flaw due to the nature of his being as a failed puppet. So, he hoped that the consequences upon returning would not be as severe as they could otherwise have been. He was still a loyal member of their forces, if a bit lost.
    The heightened activity through the desert despite the sweltering heat would serve as no problem for the puppet, and neither would the fact that he'd not come across a spring or pond in days. It was expected, of course--naturally, a creation like him wouldn't need such things for survival. He had it programmed into his very being what he needed--and there were precautions he could take in order to engage in self-preservation. Water and shelter were not such things, though. Not usually, at least. Unless his kimono caught fire or there was stones raining from the sky--things like that served him no real purpose.
    But the puppet would slow his pace as he noticed something far off in the distance. His heightened vision in his daylight's eye took in the detail of the being from afar--and after a moment of studying it, Unit 294 came to a complete stop atop a dune of sand. He did not recognize the mechanation, and while it didn't appear to be an immediate threat to him, the puppet was taken for a moment by a sensation of... fascination? Curiosity? He didn't know what the feeling was--if there even was one at all--but in that moment, he would remain still where he stood to stare at the machine from a distance. Curious. Watching. And waiting.

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[attr="class","sinbody2"]Unit 77 had gotten tasked with assuring the villages equipment make a safe return. It was due to this the puppet wasn't in it's normal disguise, but instead only had the sole white cloak to hide much of it's features. Beneath the cloak the puppets arms rotated to build tension on his internal mechanisms, he was in his offensive form so he 'stood out' greatly. His form towering over any shinobi and even rivaling small buildings. It was for this reason he needed to be on his feet.

Though he stood out like a sore thumb, his target wouldn't be so clear cut. He'd note a young male at first, it'd be on his mind, but not at all register as the Shippai. That was until the stranger would stop atop a dune, as to make themselves stick out. Challenging the older machine to a duel or stunned in the perfect position to be observed. Upon closer observation there'd be subtle things that made Tsuneo realize this would be his target.

The Shippai Shogun stopping mid run and lowering themselves to an almost crouching position, as though he'd been preparing to jump. In the desert there really wasn't much to jump too, he seemed to certainly be out of range to jump to the other Shippai. However this was a very unique puppet creation and releasing earlier built up tension, the puppet would seemingly vanish in an uproar of sand. The speed at which it launched would remove itself from vision would be very similar to Shunshin.

He'd seemingly gone straight up, but he'd suddenly land with the full weight of his massive metal body right before the other Shippai. Unit 77's spread open as to help balance and brace itself for the fall. Legs almost like a birds with talons on it's feet, it's cloak had a small army sewn under it. Revealed only by the spread arms of the puppet, as it'd completed it's land successfully. The puppets arms would fold back in, as it's hands would come together.

Inhuman eyes of some wild predator sat in the puppets skull before Unit 294. A gruff and synthetic voice cracking into existence from the slits on the puppets face. "Quite the disguise, I can barely tell you're not lazy shinobi scum..." The larger puppet would remark, as he'd stand before the other puppet somewhat 'proud'. Though he was incredibly confident that the height and weight of this 'could' be human didn't match. Based on the amount the sand gave way to this puppets step, it'd only be further proved true if Unit 294 made any moves. The puppet would hear the difference of the puppets limbs.

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[294]

 

- Sorry darling -

"This is harder than we both thought"

Unit 294 watched as the machination from afar lowered itself in a crouching position, before suddenly springing skyward to make up the distance between them. While the creation was incredibly fast, Unit 294 was specifically designed for speed, and was able to easily keep up with the other's action. Skirting backward, Unit 294 would take two small leaps away from where the other puppet would land--the smaller of the two much preferring to keep some distance, and not wishing to be so near to something of such magnificent height.
    And he was incredibly tall.
    The skeletal Shippai was four feet taller than Unit 294 was--and to even make eye contact, Unit 294 would have to remain a few feet away just to get a proper look at the other. Beneath its cloak was nearly a whole armory of its own--and while Unit 294 could have been considered a master of the blade, the fact of the matter was that this creation had far many more arms than Unit 294. And with as many weapons to choose from as he had, Unit 294 immediately decided that tangling with him would prove a legitimate challenge--the probability of success seeming to dwindle.
    At the very least, though, the other Shippai didn't seem hostile. Despite his arms spreading out as he stuck his landing and the ground quivering beneath its great weight, it made no attempt to attack--and for that, Unit 294 was able to discern that, thankfully, he would not have to engage in combat.
    Instead, the other shippai spoke to him in a familiar way--commenting on the smaller puppet's appearance, which caused Unit 294 to immediately look down at his body.
    Disguise? What was he talking about? Unit 294 wasn't in hiding, nor was he really trying to dress up as anyone or anything else. He was covered in blood from his previous encounters with criminals and enemies who had tried to assault him and Arashi. There was some slight damage to his arms and limbs from the fight--but he wasn't in a complete state of disrepair, either.
    Did he mean the fact that Unit 294 looked human...?
    With being compared to shinobi--that seemed to likely be the case.
    Still. It wasn't intentional.
    "This isn't a disguise... It's my vessel." Unlike the unit before him, Unit 294 hadn't designed his own appearance. He didn't even know or understand that he had been crafted in the likeness of the very person who's soul had been transferred into the husk. So why he looked the way that he did, or what purpose it was meant to serve--he didn't know. But he didn't think it was meant to be a disguise--it was simply how he'd been created.
    Looking over the taller Shippai, Unit 294 would notice the carving on the skull-like face, and his spirit would light up in recognition.
    "Ah-" a moment of surprise, "You are Unit 77." Things were all starting to make more sense, now. This one's appearance and familiarity with what Unit 294 even was--they were the same. "I am Unit 294."
    Of course, Unit 77 would already know this... But it was Unit 294's first introduction with the Shippai--as far as he could remember, anyway.

Shippai Tsuneo

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[attr="class","sinbody2"]Tsuneo couldn't help feeling a touch confused by the reaction of the puppet to his comment of surprises. However it was normal for Shippai to not understand, it was hard to keep a clear and informative head when everything vanished in months time. He'd bring his hands together one hovering slightly over the other, as it'd tap it's fingers methodically over it's own knuckles. Each tap letting out a soft tinging sound as metal met metal, a pair of inhuman eyes unblinking just gazing down the human looking puppet.

"Your appearance is deceptively human, you're either another unintentional failure or you were created to look like those around you." The elder puppet would coldly reply, as to illuminate the other puppet on the meaning of his words. He was too blunt and another Shippai was too trustable not for the Sunagakure 'elder' to unyieldingly release his opinion in the most straight forward manner. Luckily the other puppet seemed far more fascinated with familiarity and perhaps some sense of kinship with their shared numbers.

"Correct these are the numbers adorned to us, it's rare to see numbers as low as ours. However it only gives me pride to see innovation still hasn't transcended my design." Tsuneo would explain with a slight circling of his hand, as though he was merely stating this to have it blown off. He wasn't quite the social construct, but he had no reason not to humor 294's every word with a reply. After all they needed to travel together the rest of the way to Sunagakure, it'd be the easiest way to get the puppet through the front gates. To where he'd be taken.

To the Shippai Shogun, this sort of affair actually wasn't entirely new. There were often times a mission needed to be done, but risking a life just didn't feel worth the task. Thus an ill equipped, speaking from a mental perspective, Shippai would be sent to handle the task. Success not as expected as dismay created by the construct, but it was enough to send them off and sometimes need to bring them back manually. "We can talk while we move, if you can cover up that blood with sand. It'll upset the lazy humans, we'll likely encounter as we get closer." The puppet would explain, as this would be a rather formal affair to him.

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[294]

 

- Sorry darling -

"This is harder than we both thought"

"What do you mean by an 'unintentional failure'?" Unit 294 questioned aloud. After what the superior puppet stated, Unit 294 was inclined to believe that he was the latter. Merely designed to look the way that he did--surely that made sense. Were not all shippai built and designed with certain purposes in mind? Was each one not crafted intentionally? They were not human beings, after all--they could not appear in any way that their creators had not wished them to.
    Or, perhaps, was the contrary true? In the past, had some shippai been hastily created? Souls trapped in whatever vessel was nearby and ready?
    Unit 294 did not know much of his past--only brief inklings of lingering feelings and sentiments. He could not say for certain that he wasn't an unintentional failure, he wasn't entirely sure what that even meant. But he wanted to believe that his appearance was what it was because it was meant to be that way.
    Nonetheless, when the older shippai suggested that they start moving, the smaller puppet nodded in confirmation. He didn't fully grasp, either, why he needed to mask the blood on his form. But, he supposed, humans were fickle creatures. That much also seemed to be a lingering sentiment.
    They were cautious and often scared by simple things, and quick to assume and misunderstand.
    Still, Unit 294 wasn't the most understanding, himself.
    Taking fistfuls of sand, he would begin trying to rub the grains into the splotches of blood on his clothes and limbs. Sand sticking to the liquid and whatever didn't fully brush off would at least mask it.
    "Why do you say humans are lazy? They do not seem so, to this one."

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[attr="class","sinbody2"]If there was any bit of parenting left in Tsuneo, he'd try to be kinder with his words or delivery. This poor construct hadn't an idea or at least seemed didn't know the origin of it's being. That though was common place for Shippai and no surprise to older machine, he'd look over at unit 294. Consider whether or not it's vessel gave any grander clues. A small arm unfolding from a plate in his chest, as it'd pull out a tome of information. It was filled with many pages, but the puppet would seemingly flip through them like a flip book before re-installing it into his chest.

"I haven't a clue your creator or their descendancy, but an unintentional failure is all of our origins. Chikamatsu are great creators had come up with us not as a weapon, they already had the best puppets of their era. We were intended to be the next step. An escape to their mortal binds, but what they created was us instead. Shippai." The names very definition was failure, they weren't a success in their creators eyes. Even when they succeeded in their task, it was a curse to be them to most people. To be denied an afterlife, but to also have everything one identified destroyed about themselves.

Focusing again upon their destination and still having so much to explain. "So when I say unintentional failure, I mean your creator didn't plan to make you, they intended to create themselves a future without the fear of end. All our existences mark the death of some humans, we're constructs powered by the sacrifice of others. Most of your now brethren were intentional failures, often prisoners of war or plain criminals, stripped of their like a mine of it's resources. In it's place a Shippai born, but this is something we should be proud of. A miracle in our own right." Tsuneo had a much different opinion of the Shippai than most, it was in part what often seemed to garner him some level of respect from these shattered soul beings.

"Humans call us failures, because we're not them in soul or body. However my creator made me with their soul, they willing choose their end, so my creation could be finalized. I know this because they wrote it into my records." Unit 77 stated as he'd pat the chest compartment which held his 'study' material. "So I take our name Shippai quite seriously and consider it an offense to a degree. It's a badge of honor in my eyes, but when they say it, I know what they mean. However they're the ones who need to stop to eat or drink, they sleep for large chunks of their days and they often serve no purpose. Exist to enjoy the safety we provided them, so in my unyielding gaze are lazy, weak and scum. Choosing the possibility of an afterlife over the guarantee of protector to their lineage and future."

The machine wasn't much for talking and here, he'd gone with this excessively long narrative. There wasn't a point to it either, they'd not hold this memory or really be able to change their binds. To him though, it was just a simple truth and as easy as any other narrative to explain. Emotionless despite how deeply engrained these thoughts stoke. "I don't often talk this much, I apologize if the noise has become a nuisance. Some Shippai have sharper ears than others." Perhaps a subtle hint to himself, but a somewhat genuine concern.

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[294]

 

- Sorry darling -

"This is harder than we both thought"

Unit 294 listened to the words of the elder clansman, and he found the steeled puppet's perspective to be... endearing. There was no other way he could put it. For a shippai who had, for so long, not held much concern to the conditions of his existence, the only impression he knew of his life was given to him by the reactions of those around him--and that had been limited only to humans and animals. Other living creatures responded to and reacted to him no differently than anything else--there was a simple understanding that he existed, that he lived, and that he could pose as a threat to them. Those who might be prey fled, and those who were more predatory in nature, defended. There was no thought or feeling.
    And from humans, there seemed mostly to be pity or fear. Many humans did not get the chance to realize he was not one of them, but for those who did--they were often frightened by his existence. That he could look so human while not having a beating heart. That he could so easily deceive them, appear as one of them without their notice. For the people who understood the basic fundamentals of the living puppets--there was pity and sorrow. He was gazed upon as some misfortunate soul--like a grave marker. Some poor, poor member of their kind who had been broken down and lost. Tragic.
    Unit 294 was not certain where his own feelings lay. He could understand both--the truth that he had once been a human being, and the understanding that he was no longer such a thing. That reality, that understanding, had been something that haunted him for years--for as long as he could remember feeling anything at all. It was unnerving, to know that he had once been human--and that very core aspect of humanity had been stripped away from him. But, likewise, he accepted that he was not a human being--and neither did it feel wrong for him to accept those differences. Just as the animals did not need to apologize that they lived with a consciousness different than mankind's, neither did he find guilt for existing as he did. There had been sorrow in knowing he had something taken from him, yes, but--
    Unit 77's words, his beliefs, his views--it was the very first time that Unit 294 had such a feeling instilled in him.
    He had never found joy or pride in his existence. He could not, as far back as he could remember, recall ever once loving himself, or appreciating his life in the form it had taken.
    Unit 294 had seen himself as an empty doll, haunted by a shattered spirit but carried forth by an indominable will.
    Unit 77 saw them as separate entities--the human life laid down so that a new one could be born from its ashes.
    It was sweet. Endearing. To think of himself not as a damned spirit that had suffered a great misfortune, but a child given life by the parent of a past life. There was no shame in being born.
    The younger of the puppets did not hate the thought of adopting the idea. "Thank you," he spoke quietly to his elder. Unit 77 seemed something of a stoic and serious creature--dedicated and focused on the way of combat. Honor, battle, warring, and unrest. A hardened outer shell to match the elements that made him, and so it would likely be taken as insult that the smaller of the puppets beheld him with such gentle admiration and affection. Unit 294 would spare 77 of any words of fondness for the sake of his pride, but he could not withhold his appreciation. "I do not talk much, often, either. But your voice is not so loud that it is unbearable," he spoke, his own voice soft as a feather. It was true that he was one of those very same shippai--sensitive to sound and able to hear the slightest changes in his environment. There was only so much that he could take, but he had a fair tolerance. And while he often found the loud chatter of company to be an annoyance, Unit 77 understood him better than any human could, and there was an enjoyment in finding company with something of his own kind. The appreciation he found in the elder shippai's words outweighed any discomfort of the noise.
    "Perhaps they are not lazy," Unit 294 suggested, his belief perhaps more firm in opposition. "They are simply different than you and I... I would not shame them for what they cannot help, I would not hold them to standards that they cannot meet, and their ways and methods are different--but there can be admiration found there yet. Like blossoms in spring--a fleeting and feeble lifespan, but I appreciate their beauty nonetheless." Unit 294 held a greater appreciation for mother nature and all of her creatures--and that affection extended toward mankind as well. There was something within him, something that he could not name, that compelled him toward their sacrilety. "It is because they are as they are, in all their strengths and their shortcomings, perhaps, that I feel a desire deep within my soul to protect them. If they sleep or idle or perish, I wish to stay vigil of their rest and their lives and their graves. I believe that is my relationship to them. It is all I can see myself being." He knew that shinobi saw him as an assassin, that his leaders saw him only as a tool. And if it was upon their order, he would obey their command.
    But he did not see himself as those things. Not truly. He was an assassin in action, not in heart. And his spirit found no pleasure in taking life. But he had found joy in observing it. It was the only true understanding that he had of himself.
    By nature, he was a protector.

Shippai Tsuneo

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[attr="class","sinbody2"]Tsuneo certainly appreciated the soft tone of his fellow Shippai. They had seemingly an instant understanding of their own capabilities and their implied nuisances. Though it marveled the larger put that they wouldn't agree the resting and constant breaks wasn't a nuisance. So much always needed to be done, at least in the battle hardened puppets mind. Who knew what savage threats could risk all they lived to protect, it was easier to protect conscious able bodies. Ultimately every negative trait in the puppets mind was related to it's battlefield effectiveness. His existence was that of a weapon and a general after all.

Despite his clearly negative tone towards humans in a general sense, it was in his coding to protect them. He didn't see his negative attitude or criticism to them as truly mean or unfair. He was critical of the choice he knew they could make, if they wanted to in Sunagakure by the Chikamatsu, then they could be the eternal guardian he saw himself. The laws now stopped that though, so he actively lived to defend a nation which ultimately felt them an abomination. As though purposely making their military more fragile. All over a few little mistakes. Though the things this elite jounin saw as little mistakes most saw as heinous and unthinkable. They lacked the critical mindset to win a war though.

"It is in our design to protect or serve them, so why're so many graves occupied but so few Shippai in existence? It simply seems like a waste, their other fates available and the grave seems so self serving. A rest without end. The pinnacle of laziness." It seemed like the necessary rebuttal, but he felt confident it was all he had left to say on it. "They'll approve your view though and surely you'll be popular in Sunagakure granted there's no incidents." It didn't seem possible this puppet would cause an accident or insight any real horror. Shippai were much rarer now, but puppeteers were pretty regular within the sand village. Thus more people marveled over puppet craftsmanship than recoiled in concern.

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[294]

 

- Sorry darling -

"This is harder than we both thought"

A rest without end, Unit 294 supposed he couldn't argue, there. What was death, if not an eternal sleep? But it seemed a natural cycle of events--old lives died and made room for new ones to blossom. So, while he could not argue Unit 77's stance, he still did not hold the same belief. But there was no interest in the smaller puppet to continue the exchange of philosophy, either. He had to hold the beliefs he did for some reason, and surely Unit 77 was the same.
    Each Shippai was different. And it was intentionally so--Unit 294 would no sooner try to change the elder's mind as he would try to make a mountain bow its knee.
    "Popular?" Unit 294 echoed, his voice giving pause. He did not like the sound of that.
    Humans were... noisy.
    He didn't hold any bitterness in his spirit toward their kind, but the idea of constantly being surrounded by a great deal of humans, because he was "liked"... sounded miserable. He had been designed to look human--but did that mean he had to be liked by them? Did he have to blend in? Couldn't he simply--avoid them?
    Likely not.
    Perhaps if he was constantly on a mission, it might be his highest chance at avoiding too much attention.
    "Being unpopular sounds... preferrable," the puppet muttered. Though, he didn't want to be disliked. Upsetting humans, especially inside a village was... unwise. There was no interest in creating hostility, either... was there any way he could win? "Maybe I will just not speak to them." Keep his thoughts to himself, so as to not gain friends. Those things were better reserved for people, anyhow.

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SAs Active:

Unflagging Endurance

Armored Bodies

Titanic Speed

Enhanced Sensory

Enhanced Reflexes

Shin of GS + Adox