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Is it time? [OPEN]

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Komori
Kunika Akari
Asahi Yagami
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Izumi Yamanaka
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Mon Dec 20, 2021 4:16 pm

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We will soon awaken
I S I T
T I M E


Izumi and her sister had be in Tanbogakure for several weeks now; having joined the village for the time being; they had been doing small jobs here and there to collect funds, Izumi had slipped out of the house and headed towards the local ‘tea and bathhouse’, having heard there was a bar located in it; she was interested in the break, she had worked so hard lately, she felt as if she deserved a break from everything.

As she would dress and do her hair; she prepared everything – she slipped on a large over sized kimono; blood red in color, jewels aligned the woman’s blonde/white hair, placing a portion of her hair in a mid-bun; placing two long and sharp metal sticks in to hold it in place as she stood up; giving herself a once over, nodding in agreement in the outfit; the kimono, though oversized; would reveal her shoulders and most of her back, and a slight amount of her cleavage; she was going to a bar after all; she might as well get free drinks and entertainment. She smirked as she turned and walked out of her home; walking down the street as she made her way to the teahouse.

Once she reached the tea house; her eyes glanced it about; it was quaint, nothing huge and nothing small; similar to the rest of the growing village; it felt… Homey. She smiled, pulling out the long pipe, filling it with tobacco as she sparked it; taking a long puff, she was unsure of the rules of the tea house; so for the time being she would stand just outside; waiting as she puffed on the pipe a few more times, before deciding to head in; the inside was quite adorable, the decorations made it feel even more homey; her eyes scanned around looking for the bar – once located she would head towards it; ordering herself sake.

Turning to look around as she watched the patrons move about the bar; drinking, talking and making merry. She smiled at the atmosphere – her mind was amused for the time being as she sat there; the person at the bar brining her a small container of sake, as she slipped them the ryo necessary for it. “New to town?” The bartender would ask, Izumi would nod; “I am. I do enjoy it so far.” She laughed, taking the sake container, pouring it into a smaller cup, “This sake is from here no?” She questioned.

The bartender would nod; “Strong?” She would question them, “Strongest you’ll have I’m sure.” Izumi would laugh once more, her eyes gleaming in excitement. “Such a wonderful promise.” She muttered, lifting the smaller cup to her lips as she took a small sip first, the liquid ran down her throat burning gently, the flavor was something she hadn’t ever tasted before. She was quite intrigued with it; “It does have a taste I just can’t explain.” She would speak openly; her amber eyes glimmering in the dimly light bar of the tea house.

Stats
  • Health 100
  • Chakra 40
  • Vigor 40
  • Speed 10
  • Strength 10
AP
400/400

Active Jutsu
  • None
  • Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 507
Total WC 507
Total WC Needed 0000/0000
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None.
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Yamato Tanaka
Yamato Tanaka
Chunin
Chunin
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Tue Dec 21, 2021 5:12 pm





Yamato

Yamato walked out of the bathhouse and back into the teashop that was owned by the same people. He had left his jacket on one of the booths, so he was currently wearing his long-sleeved white shirt on top of his white pants and white shoes. Spots on his shirt were periodically wet from Yamato not having dried himself perfectly in his still semi-drunk state. His hair (still wet and the main reason of his shirt’s state) was as clean as it always was when he started his days. This time he would not have to walk directly into the dust and mud that covered the streets of Tanbo, so there was a lot more joy in Yamato’s heart that came with that hygiene. He was hoping Mori would follow him back into the teahouse so that they could continue their undoubtedly deep and interesting conversation that would have held up to sober standards.

As he took his first step in, he felt like something was off. He couldn’t really explain it, or place it because he had never felt it. Or maybe he had, but it had been so long that he had forgotten. He didn’t know what to make of it, so he took another step. He was headed, first of all, towards the booth where he had left his jacket, which luckily was still lying there, in the exact position the Yamanaka had left it. As he kept taking his steps, the feeling just got more and more intense. Almost distracting. He looked around. He didn’t know how long he had been in the bathhouse with Mori, but the scenery in the teahouse had changed quite a bit. The people populating the place were completely different, and the kind bartender had cleaned up after the previous round of visitors.

Before he reached the booth, however, the feeling of a mild sensation was replaced completely by a scrambling, disrupting jolt of electricity in his brain. It was as if someone was holding his psychic body, and shaking him back and forth in a rapid manner. This new feeling, which luckily only lasted but a second, also came with a direction. It was definitely being aimed at him by the blonde woman sitting at the bar. A psychic attack? It was not something Yamato had been at the receiving end of, but it certainly felt like one. As much a mystery as this was, mysteries themselves were nothing new for Yamato. He knew how to handle these situations. With a thorough investigation. There was no doubt he was a great detective sober, which must have meant he would also be a great detective drunk. At the very least, that was his assumption, which to be fair, was being made by his drunk state.

Either way, he watched the woman’s reaction after the psychic strike, to see if it was a feeling she seemed to expect. He then went to his booth, grabbed his jacket and quickly threw it above his shoulders, before heading to the bar. He sat a comfortable few spots away from the woman in question. "Excuse me." he finally said, addressing the woman in his regular formal tone, "Yamato Tanaka, D-Ranked officer of Tanbo. Are you new in town?". The bartender then brought him a glass of the same drink he had been having the entire night. Yamato looked at the drink. Even though it smelled and looked like the same drink before, he was a little bit suspicious of it arriving on its own (even though things have been going that way for the entire day). He had noted the same woman had been talking to the bartender, and suspected that if she was indeed an enemy, she might have poisoned his drink. There was always a chance he was being paranoid, of course, but he always preferred that to not being cautious.

He then bluntly tapped on the side of his brain, and asked the woman, "Did you do that?". He was at the state of his drunkenness where he appeared more sluggish than intoxicated. He should have been working on that, but he was going to wait for a response from the woman, to judge if his drink was poisoned or not. If Mori came out of the bathhouse, he would signal him to join him as well.



Post WC: 725
Total WC: 725

Asahi Yagami
Asahi Yagami
Village Leader
Village Leader
Survived 2021
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Ryo : 500

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Wed Dec 22, 2021 12:11 am





Maku
Asahi's Kimono:

The taste of the sweet tea danced across Asahi's tongue.  Finishing off the little cup, filling out a new order form, and spearing it on the metal spike on the desk he would stand.  His shift complete at the tea house, he changed.  Not a personality change, as it would be the height of foolishness to change something that needn't be changed.  No it was a change of clothes.  From the modest attire of the tea shop uniform, to something more festive and fun.  Folding the tea uniform and placing it in a large basket, his own kimono that he had prepared for the evening hung from its line.  A bright floral kimono seemed to drink in the light of the room.  Floral patterns spread throughout the sleeves reaching up to the torso, A bright blue bow at the waist for a belt, and signs of the moon moving up from midthigh.  The slit reaching higher than was traditional, but on the bright side it did allow more ease of movement.......and when you had legs like these.....well.......if you got it flaunt it, something Asahi had long lived by.  It took several minutes to dress into his going out attire, and another several moments to do his hair.  Bringing it up into a fancy braid to wrap on top of his head, two chopsticks made of refined jade used to hold the golden locks within their place.

Smiling, he would rummage around in the small back office, opening one of the new crates that had just arrived.  7 bottles lined the box, and they brought a twinkle to his bright baby blues.  The bottles were meant for the new years celebration, but in lieu of a weeks pay the old lady that owned the shop had offered him one singular bottle.  It was the culmination of fine work for the last several weeks that had involved renovations, a reinvigoration of the tea ceremonies, and again.....an entire weeks pay.  The sake was crafted in the traditional daiginjo fashion, the highest of quality and only the most skillful of brewers had polished the rice to form the deliciousness that the bottle promised to hold.  The bottle a rain water blue glass, the label rolled with golden kanji that told a story of rice farms, heritage, and process.  It was a thing of beauty, and leaving the elixir confined to a prison of glass for much longer was almost unthinkable.  Though, to drink such a thing alone, was almost equally unthinkable.

Gathering himself up, he exited the office moving through the now empty tea shop section of the building.  He'd exit and lock up to walk the several paces down and into the bar section that was attached to the bathhouse.  Truly of all the buildings, all the places he had existed, of all the country side and acts of civilization he had seen......this building was his favorite.  A tea shop, a bar, and a bathhouse all in one place......truly the gods had seen this placed and blessed it.  Entering the bar blue eyes scanned the room, and spotted where he wished to sit.  The bar had a pretty woman upon it with almost as impeccable of a fashion sense as himself.  A couple seats down a man that was talking, though he was unable to discern what he had said.  It was a self rule, but when choosing a seat always pick the one next to the most attractive female, there was no possible downside.  Either you got to sit next to a beautiful woman, or they got up and you were free to wait for the next.  Smiling he made his way, and pulled out the chair to take his seat, cutting off Yamato's question about whether the woman had ordered him the drink.

Giving the man a half glance, he'd briefly point towards the sake he had been presented.  "I wouldn't drink that if I were you...."  He would say darkly.  Of course he was just building up to what he was about to do next, how ever could that be misinterpreted.  He would then look towards Izumi who he did not know, "The strongest? that swill.......come now Takemichi, we can do ever so better can we not?  The green glasses please."  He said all this, never taking his eyes off of Izumi.  The smile still there as he placed the high quality sake on the table as the bartender grumbling put out three small glasses, jade green with a golden dragon inscribed on them encircling the glasses.  He did not have the best relationship with Takemichi, but technically being one step above him within the multipurpose building, he didn't often get outright rudeness.  "Asahi Yagami, a pleasure."  He would say with a slight head bow, "Same name to you my friend!"  He would say turning to Yamato with another nod, and gesture to have the man move closer.  He'd make a show of pouring the daiginjo and pushing a glass towards both his companions.  "And you are?"  He would ask as he moved the glass towards Izumi.  

TWC - 847
Kunika Akari
Kunika Akari
Genin
Genin
Ryo : 35600

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Fri Dec 24, 2021 6:25 pm
The up and coming village of Tanbogakure had been something of a haven, ever since the pair had arrived they had mostly kept to themselves and got the lay of the land - at Kunika’s request - and while it was just a request Izumi usually followed them without question. So when she noticed her sister getting ready the night before by placing her Kimono out along with her jeweled adornments for her hair she took note, but said nothing. If she wanted a day out then why stop her… but that wouldn’t stop her from joining her in some fashion; ever the overprotective sibling. The next day she was nowhere to be seen when Izumi would wake, she had gotten up early to head into town to shop for a kimono of her own, had she asked she was positive Izumi would have dolled her up in one of her outfits and done the whole ‘makeover’ thing but that was just something that not only didn’t suit the stern woman - it actively made her feel like a child playing dress up. Instead she would find something that did suit her, luckily though it wasn’t hard to find something that actually took to her liking - a few hundred ryo later she too was in front of her mirror; her sister already having slipped out.


Pure white, like fresh fallen snow, and fitted to her proportions with near perfectionist levels of accuracy - the only hint of color was the black underlining around the collar and of course her blood red hair was was tied up in a bun pinned with three senbon, only her bangs and two long sections remained outside of the bun; framing her eyes in a very intense way. She wore no make up of any kind, and with a deep sigh she headed for the door, telling herself over and over - that she needed this down time just as much as any training she could have used the afternoon for. There was really only one place someone wore a kimono too and that was a tea house, thankfully the village was still in its growing phase as there was only one Tea House/Bath combo in the village - heading there was simple enough though with the way she was moving you would think there was an emergency. 


In the few years the women were apart she had tapped into her reckless side without the weight of responsibility but it had exposed her to the less savory aspects of the general populace - especially men - and Izumi was far too trusting. She had been behind her sister far enough to not see her sister enter the Tea House, so when she entered she moved with a restrained hunting aura. The intense ringed gold eyes scanning the room in full in a matter of seconds before landing on the lavishly adorned and haze surrounded Izumi sat at the bar. Before she was even able to take another step forward however she noticed one of the men approaching her sister - she had noted his entrance from the bath side of the business but paid him no mind after that; it seemed however he had paid her sister some mind having sat himself two seats from her. Not a moment later another… person, woman… no it was a man, and he sat himself between the two albeit far closer to Izumi than the first.

Raising her right eyebrow in a disapproving look she would finally stride over to the bar, leaning over the counter on her sister's free side, careful not to interrupt the flow of the conversation - nor draw attention to herself until she was ready. In fact even as she leaned she was out of view of the two men; one gazing at Izumi with interest and the other with suspicion. The only one who gleaned her sudden appearance was the bartender named Takemichi, the information so openly given from the florally dressed Asahi Yagami. Only when he pushed the glass to her sister did she snatch the pipe from her hand and lazily take a drag from it, answering in an invasive and direct tone, “My younger sister,-”, as she took another drag she leaned forward enough to stare the two men down, the potent gaze of ringed gold boring into them for a moment before visibly softening as she turned the look on her sister. “You look fantastic by the way, even if the cloud of smoke hinders the scope of it.” This was her gentle way of playfully chastising her sister for her recent engagement in smoking, always doing it out of her sight though the smell lingered. After a moment however she would give a slight laugh, taking one last drag before placing the pipe in her hand again and turning to Takemichi. “You wouldn’t happen to have any imported ginger gin would you?” The tone she used when speaking to Takemichi was sweet and unimposing, turning her intense gaze into one more akin to pleading as she made her request.

wc 843
Komori
Komori
Missing-Nin (A-rank)
Missing-Nin (A-rank)
Survived 2021
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Ryo : 65750

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Fri Dec 24, 2021 11:43 pm





Komori


It seemed the evening crowd had shown up now. Komori preferred the afternoon time slot as it was far less crowded and for the most part people tended to keep to themselves. It was during the evening crowd when people would mingle and seek company with others. It was from the afternoon that Komori had still been here, lagging behind Yamato from the bathhouse. His raven dark hair was still damp with droplets of water dripping onto the floor beside him, his signature eyepatch placed back over the empty socket. “-and that’s why you never bring a bodyguard who doesn’t have a mask,” he had just finished saying as he followed him round the corner, surely the follow up to a story that had begun while the two were bathing. He was wearing a plain black kimono, a white robe thrown over his shoulders. The bathhouse had mostly helped to sober him up, so he was eager to grab a drink once more. However, the amount of time that had passed since the pair’s chess and dart games had slipped away from him, the relaxation the two had experienced making the hours drift by without worry.

After hailing the barkeep for another pint, Komori stood at the edge of the bar holding a hand towel in his hands. As he went to dry off his unkempt hair, he noticed the apparent interest his drinking buddy had taken in a blonde woman a bit further down the bar, wearing a rather revealing ensemble. However, he seemed to pay Mori no mind as he practically switched personas and confidently declared his status as a D-ranked officer of the village. So, he works for Tanbo? he thought. If Blondie had mentioned it in the bathhouse, he was not too certain based on his own intoxicated state. It was then when he himself was hailed over, almost like a good cop, bad cop routine. Before he could even begin his approach, an androgynous person entered the bar from the direction of the teahouse and situated himself in such a way to just be as contemptible as possible. Having been Kumogakure’s most eligible bachelor for several years, the man was able to distinguish others after a single gaze, even before he had clearly identified himself as a male by his very mannerisms. Thinking about the amount of effort it would simply take to contest him was already turning Komori off of social interaction in general. That was when he noticed a red haired woman in all white interjecting herself in the fray as well. Now that there were two women in the mix, maybe it would be worth his while. At least, the old him would have thought that way. Being within earshot, he heard all that was said. He sighed in resignation, draining his glass and walked over towards Yamato, who was attempting to converse with the white blonde woman, who in turn was being protected by the red haired older sister and borderline harassed by the femboy, depending on one’s perspective. This might turn out to be a mess.

Ginger gin you say? Komori looked towards the barkeep for any visual indication of confirmation. When Takemichi nodded, walking down the bar’s length several feet, and reaching under the bar to assess their stock, Komori wiggled his fingers behind his back. A small, practically unnoticeable flash of light glimmered behind his back for just a moment as all eyes were either on the white blonde woman or Takemichi himself as the bottle landed in his hand. The barkeep reached for the bottle as it vanished, looking out and over to Komori. A glance towards Takemichi sealed his silence, as he added the bottle to the ever accruing tab that the former kage held here. He withdrew his hand and called out to the redhead, “I suppose I can share my own stock with you, miss…?” His voice trailed off, signifying that she was meant to fill in the gap. He sat down a seat away from the effeminate boy as the bartender placed empty shot glasses on the counter, pouring the bottle into two containers and gesturing for the redhead to take a seat with a slight incline of his head. Sitting on the rightmost side also benefited him, as he would not have to turn his body too harshly to be able to see. Assuming the redhead at least moved over to take the shot, he would glance towards Yamato while drinking, to see if he could pick up on it. The two had just bathed together after all, five feet apart at minimum of course, so they were practically mentally connected at this point. “As for you,” he changed course, addressing the other blond male in seated at the bar, feeling a tad out of place with his standard dark hair, “Would you be so kind as to slide some of that high end sake down to me?”

WC: 830
Jutsu Used: Snatch Steal
Izumi Yamanaka
Izumi Yamanaka
Genin
Genin
Ryo : 25500

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Sat Dec 25, 2021 1:01 am

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We will soon awaken
I S I T
T I M E


Izumi felt something, strange at first as she sat; with drink in hand as she took a medium sized in hale of her smoke; she couldn’t describe it at first – the sensation she had never felt before; fuzzy… So very fuzzy, almost as if someone was attempting to scramble her inner thoughts; her amber eyes scanning across the room, trying to find the source of the feeling – that was until a male caught her eyes, just from the corner; she dare not turn directly to look at him… She could hear her sister now, if Izumi was so bold, she knew that it would be a matter of minutes and Kunika would be there… The woman had a sixth sense for trouble when it came to Izumi. But part of her needed to get to the center of the issue at hand… What was this man; who’s eyes were now on her, doing inside of her head… And how was he capable to do so? She would inhale once more, sucking on her teeth for a moment as she tried to clear her thoughts; make sense of the situation – of course that wouldn’t happen… No no.

She would turn as she noticed his incoming to her; she needed to play this situation coy. ‘Excuse me.’ He would speak after several moments… Interesting, so bold to play inside of her mind, and even more bold to approach her… ‘Yamato Tanaka, D-Ranked “Officer” of Tanbo…’ She nearly snorted; she had lived long enough in Hoshigakure to know that D Ranked wasn’t much… She herself was D Ranked as well… Of course, she wouldn’t admit this to anyone, well… Unless that person was Kunika. She would listen, he would question; taking the side of his head; of course she knew exactly what the man meant… She herself just experienced the same sensation…  

This was cut off by… The most lovely dressed man she had seen in a long time – her eyes scanned his kimono as he sat down beside her; within those moments; she would catch her sister entering; her eyes locked on her; a smile widening across her face; Kunika was wearing the most gorgeous kimono; the way it fit her body, slightly upset with the face that she was not asked to accompany her in the process; but she was more than happy that her older sister was stepping more out of her comfort zone with dressing up… Of course a conversation would be had when the two would return home… Along the lines of a makeover!

As Kunika would sit behind Izumi; out of sight as Asahi would speak, she would listen carefully; as the glass was pushed towards Izumi she would smile, the pipe she was holding quickly snatched from her hand; her sister speaking now, having cut Izumi off from responding, ‘My younger sister’ she would start… Izumi knew by the fact that she had attempted to hide the fact that she was par-taking in smoking now… She could feel a slight… Shame. Of course Izumi was an adult; and could make her own choices… But something about attempting to hide things from Kunika made her feel weary. Comments on Izumi’s appearance from her sister would cause the small blush to rush across her cheeks.

Dearest older sister… You look ever ravishing tonight…” She would glance her way towards Kunika, “I do wish I was there for the shopping experience.” She would frown, her eyes glancing back towards the other two men. Only to notice a third had entered; her eyes glancing toward him for just a moment… Before returning to the first of the males to approach… What was his name? … Izumi would attempt to ponder on this question; but was returned to the fuzzy sensation again; her amber eyes staring directly at Yamato… She would scan him, his general appearance… He too was blonde, his build average… He was plain… Nothing was to spectacular about him; unlike the kimono wearing Asahi… She would hear Kunika inquire about ginger gin… The third male to enter, he would finally speak; offering to share his drink with her… A smile, this man was attractive for sure… More daunty than the others… He had something that held above the others… Ruggish, very much a mans’ man. She was curious if her sister would conform and sit with him – part of her hoped that her overprotective sister would take just one night to herself, they were together in the same room; what could possibly go wrong? “Go, Kunika…” She would whisper to her sister, her amber eyes glancing towards the ruggish man. “I’ll be fine.” She smirked, returning her attention to the unanswered questions.

She wouldn’t directly speak out right to Yamato, however; assuming that he once more had the feeling she had as she tried to think of his name… She would simply take her ‘green glass’ looking to Asahi as she would speak finally… “Thank you… Asahi.” She would give the man a bow of her head; just slightly, assuming that Yamato was still staring at her intently; with the greatest of suspicions – she would press the pipe against her lips, taking in another inhale – glad her sister hadn’t kept it… “New I would say… Izumi,” Her pause came with her exhale as she took the pipe, tapping the mouth piece against her temple gently. “Yamanaka.” Her amber eyes staring directly at Yamato.

Stats
  • Health 100
  • Chakra 40
  • Vigor 40
  • Speed 10
  • Strength 10
AP
400/400

Active Jutsu
  • None
  • Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 906
Total WC 1413
Total WC Needed 0000/0000
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Yamato Tanaka
Yamato Tanaka
Chunin
Chunin
Survived 2021
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Sat Dec 25, 2021 9:30 am





Yamato

Yamato was eager to receive his answer from the woman at the bar, but it seemed he had to wait for a few seconds that felt like hours to the private eye with a predisposition to paranoia. The wait kept getting longer, as the bar was suddenly full. If three was a crowd, this was about to be a swarm. Yamato watched the woman’s expressions carefully. Maybe she was not in control of the situation, not the origin of the sudden crowd, but Yamato wanted to see if she was using this lucky coincidence as an excuse to delay her explanation. She didn’t seem to show any signs of benevolence so far. Yamato still wasn’t going to let it go until he received his answer, but he decided to play along for a bit as to not cause drama if it was unwarranted. Only for a bit, though, because Yamato was secretly a fan of drama and not afraid to cause it if he had the motivation. If he was convinced in the next few minutes that the feeling in his brain was from a malicious attack by this woman, the mood in the bar was surely about to change.

Mori was surprisingly not the first to join the fray, and the only one that Yamato was expecting. He felt a little bit ashamed of changing his mood, and hoped Mori could tell his sudden shift to a frigid Yamato wasn’t aimed at him. He turned to nod at him with a double blink hopefully signing to him in a manner he would understand, that they could continue their antics, but he had to settle something first. But before Mori joined them, there were two other interruptions to be had; one of a surprising timing, and one of complete blindsiding.

A familiar voice was the first thing to draw Yamato’s attention away from the ‘suspicious’ woman. Asahi looked as captivating as always, and it was not hard to see his appearance had gathered everyone’s attention this time, and not just that of the alleged ‘detective with an unbreakable focus’. Yamato had been paranoid since the first ‘seizure’, and the words by Asahi (even if they were meant at all as a joke) made him stick to his guts even more. He pushed the glass away another inch, and let Asahi introduce himself to the crowd that was gathering.

All of a sudden Yamato was caught between to worlds. He wanted to have a serious conversation with the woman and get to the bottom of what had just taken place, but he had been waiting to meet Asahi again. In his second-ever appointment with the attractive owner of the tea tavern, he did not want to appear as an angry accuser. "Asahi." he addressed his relatively new acquaintance, "Unfair that you’re catching me after work again, in your wonderful attire. Sorry you’re not running into me at my finest-looking hours. It is a treasure to finally see how you look under some actual lighting, though, friend. Nice to meet you again.". He turned to the woman who was still remaining silent. To be fair, she was well within her right to, under both the law and common courtesy. Yamato was likely too intrusive, especially considering the chance that his ‘seizure’ might have been a simple effect of the various things he had been drinking. "We were just chatting...".

Before Yamato could interrogate further, another woman had appeared out of nowhere. At least, that’s how it seemed to Yamato, who admittedly was not at the top of his game at that moment, especially in the terms of perception. The woman seemed rather possessive, which Yamato found out of place. He had not thought through how him approaching a woman at a bar might have looked. He took his ‘work’ seriously and did not think thoroughly about how his actions were perceived by people around. "I was just about to-". He was cut off again by her consecutive words. This was getting out of hand. Maybe Yamato’s will to solve mysteries could have been so easily broken by the need to socialize. "I-" his voice was getting less and less confident every time he had to start again to address the woman who was yet to introduce himself.

The two turned out to be sisters, which Yamato noted in the back of his mind. It reminded of the talk he recently had with Asahi, about the statistics pointing to people with siblings having a higher chance to become a Kage. The idea changed the mood drastically for Yamato, as he realized he was talking to someone who was more likely to rise up in ranks than himself. Well, he didn’t know if either of the two had any interest in that career choice, but he still put the note in the back of his mind.

Mori finally joined the group. Yamato was getting overwhelmed by the number of people he had suddenly engaged without knowing. He was hoping this would have just been a quick clarification with the blonde woman, then a return to conversing with Mori. He reacted to Mori in the aforementioned way. He hoped his other recent friend could help him socialize. It was perhaps weird he felt the need to depend on him so soon, but the number of people growing caused more and more anxiety in Yamato, for whom this was the scariest challenge there was to life. "Hey, Mori..." he blurted out at the end of it, in a very silent voice. Mori seemed to be the opposite of him, joyfully joining the four at the bar and engaging with the people almost instantly. Seeing the confidence in his friend comforted Yamato as well, even if it was by a small margin.

He was paralyzed for some of the conversations that came afterward, but finally, the woman Yamato had been trying to question spoke. Izumi. Yamanaka. Huh. Yamato straightened his posture and narrowed his eyes for a second, instantly realized he was giving away his feelings, stopped himself halfway through and returned to his previous position. "So you’re both Yamanaka..." he spoke. He seemed to have found his focus and confidence, at the moment it was necessary. "I have heard of your clan before, which brings me to earlier. Correct me if I’m wrong, but Yamanaka are known for ‘mind tricks’, are they not? Did you do something earlier? Again, forgive me if this doesn’t make sense.".

He was finally feeling himself again. When Takemichi brought some drinks in green glasses, he grabbed his and took a sip. "Truly wonderful place, Asahi.". He was now carefully trying to watch everyone at the bar. He then turned to the two women again. "New, you said, right? From where, if you don’t mind me asking? Yamanaka makes me want to assume Konoha, but I hear o-your clan has spread all over the world.". Oh. He was too drunk for this.



Post WC: 1164
Total WC: 1889

Asahi Yagami
Asahi Yagami
Village Leader
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"Good lord, it is you isn't it!" Asahi would say at Yamato's greeting. In truth he had not recognized the man. Their first meeting having been in the dead of night. This was a much nicer, and potentially more normal place to meet someone. A graveyard vs a bar, though both had their merits, and either could potentially lead to the other depending on how hard one took it. "you are to kind as ever, and don't be silly..." he'd swat at the air in Yamatos direction, "you like fine, if not a little drowned." he'd give a short laugh, not unkindly just referencing the bath that must have taken place not long ago. From there, things got a lot busier. Having just asked the name of the woman, another woman arrived, interjecting herself into the conversation with such good timing it was almost like it was planned. Though, that would be crazy Asahi thought to himself........or was it?

Regardless she introduced herself as the sister, Izumi gave her name willingly. Then a dark haired man came in, it really was getting busy. The bar was never "slow" per say, but this was panning out to be a fun time. If only Shichiro was here, he'd turn his head looking longingly at the corner where karaoke was performed on certain nights. His mind had wandered so long he'd made it through an entire song before a simple question directed at him brought him back. He'd missed the exchange about mind tricks talk, and instead found himself addressing the dark haired man. He had asked for a glass, and who was Asahi to decline giving such a gift. It was the season for gifts after all.

Picking up two jade glasses, filled generously he'd reach over handing one to Komori, who he did not know. "A name for a drink?" He'd say with a beaming smile, then though it hadn't been asked it seemed rude not to, he handed the other too Kunika. "Same question" He'd say with a wink. Assuming he gave some sort of name Asahi would hand over the drink, and assuming he didn't he'd still hand over the drink, his mind often moving towards a new subject before the prior one was completed. Having handed back the drink he would sit in time to hear Yamato questioning the two women on where they were from.

"There certainly have been a lot of new faces." Asahi would interject ideally before Izumi responded. "Even since I got here about a month ago, seems like a new person is popping up every day." As he spoke his left hand would move inside his own kimono pulling out his trust kiseru. The woman was already smoking, and if there was one thing Asahi hated, it was being left out. As she answered or other conversation went on, he'd remove a small circular tin, packing the kiseru with kizami and other home blended herbs. Lighting it, his own smoke would add to the woman's, mingling above their heads.

He'd listen for a time At what the others had to say. Hoping to hear where they were from and what had brought them to this most humble of places. Still his mind drifted to the corner of the room until he stood up, taking a deep breath he'd tilt his chin up sending a smoke ring towards the rafters on a large exhale. He could just barely feel the beginning's of the sake, but the memory of Schichiro had emboldened him. "Come along my dark haired friend!" his voice was excited, an energy that could be infectious, typically with the assistance of alcohol. He would then attempt to move Komori (Or whatever name he gave) towards the corner while snapping at Takemichi to help set up. He hoped the man would follow, or at the very least another member of the group, if no one did it would potentially be a little awkward, but he was going to sing regardless. The station would quickly be set up, and if someone came with him he would give them the choice of song from the large book, if no one did, he would merely open to a random page. Though that was a lot less fun.

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Kurokawa Hanzo
Kurokawa Hanzo
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Ryo : 5300

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Mon Dec 27, 2021 5:15 am

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Hanzo had spent the morning attempting to figure out what all Tanbogakure had to offer, especially since he had never had the chance to slow down and take in his new home with his own eye. The unknowable was vastly more entertaining than the mundane and that was a thought process he attributed to most things in his life. Be it discovering history, geography, philosophy or psychology. Studying others wasn't something that he did for the sake of having information, but rather due to being an extremely judgmental individual who discerned whom all were worthy of being in his presence or not. He wasn't the strongest, fastest or smartest individual in any room. But what he lacked in overall talent or in having a powerful bloodline he made up for with sheer mindboggling belligerence. To the point in which he manifested his own destiny through sheer force of will. If self belief was a power source, his font would equate to the most powerful of quasars. This haughtiness made making new associates a chore, but he figured that if he wanted to do harder missions, he'd have to gain some allies. Best place to do that would be here, in a business that catered to social gatherings.

There was a beauty to his form that seemed to be on full display by the garment in which he adorned himself. He had a black silk eyepatch on his face, though merely for aesthetic purposes. He was wearing a golden yukata that was emblazoned with a repeating teal fan pattern. It was clearly made of a high quality yet soft fabric, one that loosely hung from his body and hugged each contour of his well defined musculature. Though his face was slender and felt more beauty oriented than masculine, the same could not be said for his body. He clearly worked out to some degree, evident by his over-all frame. He wasn't the kind of person that excelled in all of the spontaneously absurd chakra-based abilities that the majority of his peers seemed to dedicate themselves too. Though it would be hard to tell if one where to lay eyes on him for a brief moment. So long as he stood still, he didn't appear to be physically impressive. This wasn't important to Hanzo, however. How he carried himself was hardly going to matter if he was dead. Relaxation was just a means to an end. An insurance policy that his body wasn't overworked and that his mind wasn't taxed to the point of becoming mush. Though given what he was looking at now, it might have been too late.

His eyes scanned the room and he almost gagged upon his realization of the statistics at play. He could see three women here, even though one was evidently male should he have had taken the time to look upon them with a further inspection. Though his ability to care about being correct in these matters was minimal at best. He was a man who bathed in the superficial. He'd follow his own assertions for now. Still, only three females of note. Two of which happened to be blonds, though of two varying degrees, and one of which had hairs similar to flames. This just wasn't acceptable in any stretch of the imagination. He was the kind of man that enjoyed parties and it seemed as though the large group was definitely about to engage in such festivities. He wouldn't allow himself to be left out of such wholesome accords. Especially since it reminded him of his home away from home. Back with the thugs and hooligans that had kidnapped him and forced him to become this pinnacle of manmeat that now stood in the most flamboyant of manners. Though it seemed that no matter how feminine he happened to be, he couldn't escape his past.

There was a striking elegance that was associated with Hanzo that was completely thrown out of the window whenever he started to move. The gracefulness that he had attempted to mask himself with faded away as soon as he took a step. He was always going to be a pauper playing prince. Moving in such a rugged and barbaric manner that he might as well have stated aloud that he was nothing more than a stereotypical grunt within an organized crime faction. His brisk movements were accompanied by a bowlegged waddle, as though he embodied the tough guy guise in it's entirety. So with a stride that was more akin to a strut than a graceful glide, he made his way over towards the group. Noting that it seemed as though they were going to be participating in a little singing and lighthearted joy mongering. Luckily, he didn't need to try and worm his way into the entire group, instead making his way towards the thickest member of the entourage, looking upon her with a smirk on his face. Taking the seat that Asahi left exposed. Speaking to her and her "friends" with a voice that was far too deep and far too full of testosterone. Especially when compared to his face.

"Kurokawa Hanzo, at your displeasure. How are you doing, misses and misters?" He led with an introduction that was uniquely his own. He'd suck his teeth and look over towards the Komori, thinking to himself how handsome that man happened to be. One day he hoped to have a beard himself, but for now he'd have to survive as a babyface beauty. Still, he'd not introduce himself to everyone. Not wanting to alarm them or have them claw at their eyes upon gazing at his phenomenal figure. Perhaps his arrogance was so high that it started to form an aura all it's own around him. But that wasn't exactly his problem, at least not now. He came to tanbo for a new beginning. These people all seemed like they were villagers here, likely shinobi whom were all on a break. So as far as he was concerned, this was perfectly fine. "You're all a bunch of attractive fellas and lasses." His exposed eye would dart over towards Izumi. "Though it's no wonder how you managed to so casually pull my attention." He'd look at the others, just to make sure that no issues were going to arise. Not that he could do anything currently if anything did happen. He didn't even have his sword anymore. Lost it after that incident the other night.

"Don't mind me, by all means continue your conversation. I'm just going to eavesdrop in a manner most blatant." He'd smirk, allowing those whom had been here long before him to go about their business. He had a goal in mind, he'd enact it at his own leisure. As he often did.


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  • Chakra 10
  • Vigor 30
  • Speed 30
  • Strength 30
AP
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  • Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 1130
Total WC 1130
Total WC Needed 0000/0000
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Kunika Akari
Kunika Akari
Genin
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Ryo : 35600

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Tue Dec 28, 2021 1:25 am
Light. A small flash, hardly noticeable, but seeing as she was already facing in its direction having followed the barkeep with her eyes - it was blindingly obvious, even in her peripheral. She followed the barkeep's suspicious and sudden stare at the newcomer who stood leaning next to the blonde so bent on questioning her sister. The spark of light hailed from the man, but before she settled her attention on him she was focused on the blonde, the very one who had also been interrupted several times - internally she would wonder how someone could so easily let others talk over them but had to tamp the judgmental thought from her head; not everyone was born abrasive. He seemed to know the well dressed man… maybe even a little too well - causing her eyebrows to furrow in a critical way as she turned her face away from the group to sort out the thoughts and information streaming in. 

Crowds were just not in her cards, easy to cave to her actual base nature in them than in smaller circles, though her younger sister was like an anchor in the ever growing storm against her dam - her words cutting through to her like a knife. Izumi, the candle to this group of moths, this nearly made her openly sneer in disgust at the men who crowded the spot at the bar, but she held her attention to her sister; a different emotion rising. She had heard the mans call to her, and had ignored it based on suspicion alone, having watched the snap interaction between him and Takemichi. Yet, here Izumi was all but shoving her towards his call - though her words were whispered, Kunika’s expression was like a neon sign of distrust and disagreement. Her eyebrows pulled together in a serious expression, her lips falling from the sweet smile she only just held to settle into their regular disapproving set. Izumi was lost to her for the night though - as yet another man entered the bar and took interest in her sister. 

She had yet to move or respond to the man who offered her her preferred drink, still too hard set in her protective endeavor, that the deep voice of the newest man caught her attention in the wrong way. Hanzo… brutish in nature and in tone even if his words held more care and than most - she glanced him over in a scrutable way before finally closing her eyes, one hand coming up to press between her eyebrows in exasperation. Still in this position she would respond lowly to Izumi, “Fine, but if you think we aren’t going to be talking about this in the morning you are sorely mistaken.” As she pushed off the bar with her free hand her face turned away from the group to hide her disgruntled expression before letting out a deep breath and quickly addressing the newest entry Hanzo - who had bested her temperament at its lowest level. “Disrespect her and it will be no wonder how your legs will be able to flex freely in all 360 degrees.” Her words address Hanzo’s words but she looked at all the men gathered around Izumi in turn as she spoke to them, landing finally on the blonde questioning her heritage earlier, “Sure let's go with that, Yamanaka.” 

Mori. That was the origin of the flash, the origin of her sister's prodding - sat coolly at the far right hand side of the bar - his hair still wet from the time in the bath house, the same as the blonde inquisitor with the small voice; Yamato. Though it was only 10 feet at max from her spot she stood for a moment staring at the man she was verbally shoved toward - Black kimono, an eyepatch, and a general gruff appearance regardless of his young age. Closing her eyes for a moment longer she finally  relented her sister's wishes and moved over to the seat directly to his right. Taking the already filled glass in her thin fingers she fixed her intense glowing eyes on his - “I will be paying you for this bottle-”, her tone shifted down an octave to a whisper, unconventionally playful, “-a flashy thieving is still theft.” With that she would tip the glass back and drain it, setting it with care back on the counter as the green glass slid in front of the man. 

Truthfully she had outgrown the jealousy that festered being the second light to Izumi, but it was far funnier to be the second flame to a man. Seeing as he had another drink she would grab the bottle and pour herself another drink - not bothering to ask as she casually crossed her legs in an attempt to get comfortable in the scenery. At any requests for karaoke she would refuse to her dying breath - but she would be a liar to say she didn’t watch Mori's reaction to the invite with a curious mind.

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