The Bean Jam Connection

Through her journey, it was only recently that some of her younger memories resurfaced. She recalled her father being a well-known swordsman though his affiliation was bare to anyone other than his family. The Blossom Clan was spread across the lands far and wide it was one of those stories that was told as a young girl that she belonged to a prestigious line of warriors. It would be partnered with her mother chiming in saying that it was also one of healers too. As both parents took lessons long before she was born, it was one of those passing times that came up rather irregularly. It was on the boat that she recalled of instance about a decade or so ago that involved her father and that was when her decision to travel to Hoshigakure stuck into her head as the first place to truly aim for her dream and desires. It was thus the case as she knew she needed to work and help support the village to warrant an audience with the Hogokage. Until then Marabelle needed permission to undertake missions within the village of Hoshigakure and possibly find the connection she was looking for within the village.

As she approached the entry to the village's administration building, the first challenge presented itself to Marabelle, getting inside. The shinobi at the front prefaced that the building was restricted and only for official business only. Elaborating on the details and courtesies that one would do in such a case, the guardsmen would begin to usher Marabelle away until she spoke up. It appeared to her that recently another came and mayhap stirred the sentries. "Apologies, I did not mean to intrude or be rude about this. I am a vagabond who found their way into Hoshigakure. As such I know I need permission to undertake missions within the village to help out. I need not much else at this time." She included in her brief explanation bowing at the the two. As much as her name was recorded at the gate, it was likely not going to be used to identify or notate elsewhere until it was needed. With that being sufficient after some deliberation, Marabelle was granted access to the administration building and was provided instructions on where to proceed.

Once inside, the layout was rather larger compared to that of Otogakure's. A little bit like a fish out of water, she turned towards a desk before inquiring about the department head who handled vagabond relations. The interaction with the staff was terse, to say the least, as apparently, a lot of geopolitical situations had begun to arise that reached even the outskirts of the main continent. Hoshigakure standing proud and tall for as long as it has was likely another reason for such procedures to be followed and maintained as order was something that was pivotal to a safe and protected village. Appreciating the efforts the village had undertaken to be as they were, Marabelle hoped that eventually whenever she sought to speak with the kage of the village, he too was as orderly and proper as the systems under him. Thus her journey into the administration building continued as she made her way down the hall, her attitude and positivity unwavering by the lengthy process. As much as she knew it might be a situation where they sent her to someone who was out and she would have to return, she knew that however, a village treated outsiders was likely due to past interactions but that did not stop her from trying her best either.

WC: 600, TWC: 600

Marabelle's wandering was going to be the end of her as she had stumbled into what appeared to her as another situation that begged for someone not to break any of the ice. She was about to speak up upon her entry into the space it was apparent that the pink hair and clad in a pink kimono was spotted quickly by the more reasonably sounding of the two. A weak tentative smile stretched upon her face as she moved to scratch the back of her head, the boisterous of the two demanding answers to her identity and quick to turn the heat of the previous conversation towards the vagabond. Raising her hands to defend herself in the verbal duel that was about to commence, the reasonable one spoke up validating her situation as she nodded and gave a bow, "Apologies." She finally spoke, her voice as loft as the wind that carried the sails that brought her to the Land of Haven.

Picking up her head she stepped more properly into the room. "I was informed to reach out to an administrator dealing with outside support. I am a tad lost and it appears I have stumbled upon a matter that was not my concern." She said as she bit her lip holding a bit of her tongue in this situation. Hearing the words of the two, it was obvious that between the two they shared some sort of relation beyond administration though neither seemed to hold the top office within the building. "My name is Marabelle, Marabelle Blossom," bowing once more introducing herself. "I am from Bean Jam Country and the youngest of my family. My parents were once known for their capacities though I am just learning of that nature of their past." She extended as she gestured to her tanto and then the satchel on her hip.

She quickly pulled out a makeshift badge indicating a field medic emblem and insignia that would be universally recognized no matter the land she was in. Marabelle awaited to hear more of the duo as she did overhear a bit of what was being discussed. The idea of a sledgehammer methodology was something she herself was concerned with and already she faced a situation that could rise to a similar problem on the eastern continent. Being from that continent as well made her stir inside a bit as she awaited to see what was to come from the duo. Though the concepts were that of significant foreign affairs, the idea that even Hoshigakure were discussing such matters reaffirmed her desire to make a difference where she could though she still was figuring out how best to advocate for peace.

WC: 450, TWC: 1,050

As the two assessed her, Marabelle took note that they too were in the desired place but were the intruders. It was interesting to see the two act in sync with each other though methodology and temperament be juxtaposed by the other. As one proceeded with the conversation the other picked up talking role shortly after. Marabelle nodded in agreement and affirmed the synopsis the reasonable one presented about her status and roles. She swiftly placed the arm badge back into her satchel, the dragonfly with a sickle moving to the side leaving only Marabelle and her kimono for contrast and assessment to what was to be discussed from there. That was when the words came out of the brash one. He had a point that her blade was a simple one compared to others she had seen by others but it was usable for herself and for her travels thus far. She nodded in an understanding as she expected something along the lines. When pressed about her family, her eyes narrowed at the man ever so slightly before she formulated her words.

“As far as validation of status or personage, I’m aware very much of no one within the village. For the sake of making a showcase of skill, I can always perform under supervision as I have done for Otogakure, however all I have is my heritage and a story. As I’ve said my parents were once vagabonds I believe themselves. Long forgotten to most stories they settled to have a family in Bean Jam. My father was the blade of the family and my mother the needle.” Marabelle began detailing a bit more about herself. “My father long retired and focused on our family, myself being the youngest out of 14 children. His last active achievement was involving a tournament when representatives came from here I believe.” She concluded the story notes before elaborating further on her own intent, “I felt this would be a good place to land on the main continent and recover myself from my travels so far though I’m not fully sure anyone would remember such an affair.” She declared innocently scratching the back of her head.

Her posture tensed a bit with the commentary from Toneri as she did not have the size on him but she wanted to make it clear she was not just another lost soul, looking for scraps on the back of those well off. She had made it this far working her way through the lands she had visited thus far. In fact one could say her eyes showed a look of defiance to the idea that she was just another knife in the system, and that look shifted to one of determination, “I hope I needn’t do a demonstration of medical practice let alone swordsmanship in the administration office. I want to make the world, wherever I go better, than when I arrive there.” She added in locking her eyes with Toneri specifically as if challenging him. She was aware that it was not the right way to go about introductions but as she cut her own skin for Sebastian, she felt showing some backbone would appease the aggressive of the two as she hoped that her words and intent would resonate with the reasonable one.

WC: 550, TWC: 1,600

Hearing Ayato's response to her words brought relief to the vagabond. Marabelle's posture relaxed a bit as he spoke affirming her understanding of the situation at hand. From how they postulated they were likely jounin of the village, enforcers, and some of Hoshigakure's finest. Considering she ran into a master of Otogakure on her first journey into the Land of Sky, running into high-ranked individuals seemed to be an ongoing trend for her. From a village leader, to a master, to finally some jounin, she only really has missed meeting one of the major kage of the villages on the shinobi system. Still considering her journey was far from over, it was likely something she would end up encountering later down the road. As per her usual stance, keeping track of names was something she worked on as she matched the name Toneri to the aggressive but now turned curious man.

Hearing his own words and speculation that remembrance might be something given a name, it was a matter of just introducing her father who was not present. It was not something he was necessarily prepared for so she fumbled a bit trying to figure out what else would be pertinent information at this moment. "My father's name is Jinsoumomoiru. He used to be a part of the Blossom Clan when they possessed a more proper presence though their teachings had fallen out of practice before I was born. I hope through my journey I can rediscover some of their knowledge and bring some honor to my family. My eldest sibling was about my age now when the tournament would have transpired and appearance-wise, I take after my mother rather than that of my father." She clarified before tapping her head lightly trying to think of any other detail that would be of help for the duo to potentially consider. They both looked about her age or younger maybe even older but she was unsure.

At this point it boiled down to a remembrance of her father it seemed. He was not necessarily a showboat but Marabelle knew he loved his family and stood by them no matter their choices. He would reprimand if they did something foolish or wild but other than that, he did his best to show that anything was possible and that his children could follow their dreams. That each had their own destiny to work towards and pursue. For Marabelle, she became 'the Everbloom' on the eastern continent, an individual always blossoming and growing, lightening the world around them. She lived up to the name that so far and she did not plan to let it down now. Even in such a tense situation, her demeanor never shifted nor did her intent. In a world of deceit, death, and lies, she stood resolute amongst it all. A smile remained on her face no matter what her eyes showcased to the two, as she knew what she needed to be in the moment of time, herself.

WC: 500, TWC, 2,100

As the conversation developed, Marabelle's focus bounced between who spoke and how they responded. This time Toneri went with skepticism in his words, questioning the validity of lineage. As she did vocalize her appearance was distinctly different, even recalling the man would do naught to prove her case. From there it was a matter of how, she did not know any of her father's techniques, nor had she discovered how it worked either. Marabelle had awareness of some understanding of why such a degree of scrutiny was needed but seeing the other side of the lens was something she was used to. Even if a village was welcoming, the barrier of acceptance varied still. It was a wild world that much hung on who you know and how you proceed. That did not stop her from doing her best in the situation.

When Ayato was the one to speak about 'Old Ox' alongside a bounty. Her father's work as a bounty hunter was minimal so that seemed incorrect of a notion. Similarly, her brain racketed in her skull as the smile that Ayato was wearing showed knowledge and awareness that this was the deciding factor. The name of the 'Old Ox' was the answer she sought at this moment. Closing her eyes, her hand tapped lightly on her temple with her other arm crossing her body supporting the thinking position she took. The only name that she could come up with was the match her father had in the tournament. Though a bounty is not what she could consider the encounter. "The only recollection I have of anyone being an 'Old Ox' would be from that tournament I mentioned. It was the semi-final round and my father fought against a Hoshigakure shinobi. There were, I believe, five knockdowns in the fight against a man named Hibari Hyuuga. I think the words my father spoke at the end were along the lines of, 'I've never met a more stubborn 'Old Ox' such as you,' if my memory serves correctly."

Once she articulated that she opened up her eyes to see the responses between the two. She was pretty confident in her memory but she was a child when it happened. It was possible she confused the situation for another but to her, this seemed like the correct information to the question that Ayato pressed for a response of with heavy anticipation.

WC: 400, TWC: 2,500