Chiheisen's Cell
Chiheisen floated aimlessly in the center of her cell. The only thing keeping her from floating up to the ceiling was the myriad of A-Grade chains that were wrapped around her arms, legs, neck, and torso. The apparatus holding it all together was like a straitjacket and it afforded her no comfort or freedom of movement. A series of needles had been threaded through the chains and were buried into her skin. Occasionally, they buzzed in a pre-determined pattern. Ijutsu enhanced electricity coursed through her body to ensure her neuro-muscular system would not entirely atrophy. They did need her somewhat mobile for their experiments after all. On her head was a bondage contraption that prevented her from seeing, hearing, smelling, or tasting the world outside. Chiheisen wasn't even aware of what her cell looked like and yet she had been confined there for what felt like centuries.
The feedings were the worst part. It usually came in the form of thick viscous sludge. It poured through her nostrils and her mouth causing her to convulse with pain and discomfort. They had found that the source of her power was connected to her head (more specifically her hair, but testing hadn't officially confirmed that yet). The contraption on her head was inter-woven with seals that strangled her ability to reach out to her other selves. Once in a blue moon, she'd fight past the blocks and would muster enough strength to rip out the force-feeding tubes. Once she had done that, they'd beat her, subject her to horrid Genjutsu, and then fed her directly through her stomach in a process that was excruciatingly painful.
That was her existence.
Chiheisen sometimes found refuge in the lives of her other selves. They were off doing other things with people she had never met nor would ever. These other Chiheisens had the fortune of not being locked in the Blood Prison. On days when she could get a link, she watched the world through their eyes. It was the only source of comfort that she had in the Prison. When she couldn't get a connection, she stewed in the darkness with rage. She cursed her captors and waited for the day where she might be set free.
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Chiheisen Ōtsutsuki
Ōtsutsuki Ability: Corrupted Neo-Amenominaka
Occupation: N/A, Prisoner #454233 of Hozuki Castle
Occupation: N/A, Prisoner #454233 of Hozuki Castle
Chiheisen floated aimlessly in the center of her cell. The only thing keeping her from floating up to the ceiling was the myriad of A-Grade chains that were wrapped around her arms, legs, neck, and torso. The apparatus holding it all together was like a straitjacket and it afforded her no comfort or freedom of movement. A series of needles had been threaded through the chains and were buried into her skin. Occasionally, they buzzed in a pre-determined pattern. Ijutsu enhanced electricity coursed through her body to ensure her neuro-muscular system would not entirely atrophy. They did need her somewhat mobile for their experiments after all. On her head was a bondage contraption that prevented her from seeing, hearing, smelling, or tasting the world outside. Chiheisen wasn't even aware of what her cell looked like and yet she had been confined there for what felt like centuries.
The feedings were the worst part. It usually came in the form of thick viscous sludge. It poured through her nostrils and her mouth causing her to convulse with pain and discomfort. They had found that the source of her power was connected to her head (more specifically her hair, but testing hadn't officially confirmed that yet). The contraption on her head was inter-woven with seals that strangled her ability to reach out to her other selves. Once in a blue moon, she'd fight past the blocks and would muster enough strength to rip out the force-feeding tubes. Once she had done that, they'd beat her, subject her to horrid Genjutsu, and then fed her directly through her stomach in a process that was excruciatingly painful.
That was her existence.
Chiheisen sometimes found refuge in the lives of her other selves. They were off doing other things with people she had never met nor would ever. These other Chiheisens had the fortune of not being locked in the Blood Prison. On days when she could get a link, she watched the world through their eyes. It was the only source of comfort that she had in the Prison. When she couldn't get a connection, she stewed in the darkness with rage. She cursed her captors and waited for the day where she might be set free.