While the village graveyard contains several dozen stones, very few bodies reside in it's soil for the time being. Most of those who were celebrated here were lost at sea during Sandayu's terroristic attack on the Land of Eddies. Most peoples listed here are presumed dead without proof due to the nature of such a violent slaughter.
Sealing Array:
* NOTE: All seals in this array were placed by Lahlil and as such are permanently under the jamming effect when trying ng to locate them.
Finger Engraving Seal [ Shikoku Fuuin ] | Rank C -All seals are placed on the surfaces themselves and not on paper.
Seal Vanishing | Rank S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on each seal in this array, this seals causes all others to become invisible to sight. (Custom)
Seal Decoy | Rank S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed five times over on each seal in the array, this seal mimics the original, in that it appears as if this were the seal one needed to remove in order to distrust the effect to sensory and other funin masters. (Custom)
Seal Ineligibility | Rank S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on each seal in this array, and prevents the reading of, having knowledge, or otherwise being able to disconcern which seal is which in this array by other funin users. (Custom)
Multiple Infinite Embraces [ Tajลซ Mugen Hลyล ] | Rank S+ -Applied by Seal Expanding to cover the whole thread. When activated drains an A-ranked amount of chakra and deal tier-three trauma per post to those inside. This seal is kept in the Konoha sealing array room and must be unsealed there to prevent its projection.
Seal Strengthening | Rank: S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on Multiple Infinite Embraces, preventing the seals unsealing/destruction of until this seal is dealt with. This seal is kept within the Konoha sealing array room.
Seal Strengthening v2 | Rank: S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra --Placed on Multiple Infinite Embraces, preventing the stealing/prevention of activating/interference with outputting already established connections of this seal without first dealing with this one. This seals physical location is in the Konoha sealing array room.
Seal Strengthening | Rank: S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on Seal Strengthening v2, this seal prevents the unsealing/destruction of without first dealing with this seal. The physical location of this seal is in the Konoha sealing array room.
Seal Expanding | Rank: A | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Expands the Multiple Infinite Embraces to the entire thread. This seals physical location is in the Konoha sealing array room.
Seal Strengthening | Rank: S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on the Seal Expanding lines, this seal prevents the unsealing/destruction of without first dealing with this seal first. The physical location of this seal is in the Konoha sealing array room.
Seal Strengthening v2 | Rank: S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on the above seal, this seal prevents the stealing of/prevention of activation/interface with a current outputting signal until this seal is dealt with. This seals physical location is kept within the Konoha sealing array room.
Seal Strengthening | Rank: S+ | Class: Fuinjutsu | Cost: Chakra -Placed on the seal above, this seal prevents the unsealing/destruction of it without first dealing with this seal. This seals physical location is in the Konoha sealing array room.
Scroll Communication Technique [ Sukurลru tsลซshin no Jutsu ] | Rank C | Universal -Multiple Lines of Communication are placed throughout the area, as well on with each guard themselves that act as walkie-talkies with other guards across the village, Lahlil, and Sadayo.
Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2019 8:13 pm
"Again ..."
The swirling red eyes of the beast lingered in the back of his mind. Here he had awakened in the gravesite. Was his body here? No ... this boy's body could remember what happened. He extended his hand, and nothing came of it.
"I don't know what I expected to happen."
He adjusted the veil upon his head to give him clear vision. Slender hands fussing with the hair he pushed out of his face. This was a unique return, this boy Tsukasa. He had just died here at this grave, given up his body. Arielle's soul being inserted in its place.
"The beast is coming, I should make haste."
He would rise from the foot of the grave, upon it the name of a father. Tsubasa Seiryu.
Quickly, the pigtailed child made her way between the graves, bouncing and humming with Samhain sitting on her straw hat. Sadayo was always too busy, and Masato avoided this place like the plague, but Thalia came here every once in a while with a huge armful of sunflowers.The youngest of the umechika's settled herself down in front of a tombstone and began braiding together sunflowers in to a loosely wreath like shape, the smile on her face never darkening or falling. She couldn't visit her uncle here, Sandayu wasn't buried anywhere she might have known about. Part of her wished she could have met him, to see what kind of person he really was.. beyond the rumors.
He couldn't have been all bad, right?
Not even the lady that was with him, was completely bad. She was just really really sad because of the things that had happened to her! Thalia didn't exactly blame her for doing bad things because she was angry, because she did that some times too. Like she broke a glass because her momma had refused to give her more chocolate milk, and had punched a teacher in their no-no spot because they had refused to let her play with the other kids at recess-- though technically she HAD been in detention.
As Thalia finished, the put the wreath on the tombstone which read "unknown" and nothing else. The six year old stood, dusted off her knees, and smiled. "There we go! I hope that brightens your day a little! It must suck, being dead. Momma told me you can't have chocolate milk or cookies when you're dead... I'm sorry." She frowned, but then quickly smiled again, Samhain chirping on her head. "But that's okay! Daddy told me that when you die, you get to see people you've lost! So at least it's not all bad." With a blwon kiss to the tombstone, she skipped off to the next unnamed lost.
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2020 6:18 am
Masato silently approached the graveyard. He had been out of the village for some time to secure ties with the outlying villages in the land of fire and learning new techniques to bring back to the village. He had missed any communications dealing with the Land of Iron recently, unaware their presence had entered the village. This, surprising to most would be the first stop he chose to make. Clearly, his daughter never would expect to see him here, yet he stood before an obelisk like memorial that had the names of several of the village's fallen members from Uzugakure upon it.
The Uchiha gritted his teeth, placing his open palm openly upon the memorial. He had lost many, many allies, acquaintances but most importantly, friends who he considered his own blood. " Tetsu...Zhi...Taylor...what happened to you all? " He let a burdened sigh. Life had moved on, as it always would and there was nothing he could do to stop it's flow. This private moment would soon be interrupted.
" How unusual. Is the great Masato feeling...regret? " Kurama's voice echoed in his mind. Masato loosed a short 'heh' before the mental response. " Strength doesn't mean I forget, just means that I can't show weakness like this to everyone." The fox would chuckle lightly. " So soft since that girl was born. You're hardly the same violent muscle bound fool you were then. Hard to even make jokes at your expense." Masato would smile, shifting his eyes down to his own callused hands. " Can't call yourself peaceful unless you're capable of great acts of violence, Kurama. I may not be a fool, but the village now doesn't call for that violence. It calls for order."
Kurama's conversation seemed to end, giving Masato his last few moments of silence to reminise over his friends and everyone else. The graveyard here was both a memorial to his allies and a reminder that he was unable to save everyone despite his strongest efforts. A small, excitable, happy and familiar feminine voice would eventually catch his attention as he turned to see Thalia moving to all the unknown graves and visiting each of them. Masato would approach as she dusted off a tome, telling the unknown of his words. He was taken back by her reciting his own words of wisdom. It eased his mind to think that perhaps his friends had been able to meet together once more in the afterlife. " That's right, Thalia. " He said, squatting down and patting her on her head as he always did. He offered a big grin as he spoke again. " How's my girl today?"
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Air. She needed air. Her hands were trembling but she did not reveal it. Her family and bloodline show no weakness. They were stoic. 'As the undead' Her nan used to joke. A sad half-smile was seen as she wanted to get away. Sumire, at first, was excited at the thought to get out of her home for a bit and explore. The Mahofu Clan was becoming toxic for her. It was hard for this young lady to breathe there. Ever since her father had passed a few years ago, there had been fights for her hand or to simply become leaders. They were or rather, are, still furious about the now leader of the Mahofu being a shinobi. Not a samurai, not a Mahofu born, but a shinobi.
Sumire? She was unsure how she felt of this news. On the same day, she had discovered her father had died. Instead of her uncle or one of her many male cousins ruling, he placed, this female, to be a leader. All those years of punishing her... simply because she was a female. It broke her heart and mind that day. Did she show it? No. Instead, she showed respect to the leader and followed customs. There were talks and plans for assassinating the leader. The leader was well informed of these plans and Sumire wouldn't be surprised if each and every one of those attacks had failed.
Konoha... was different. The Hokage had thrown her off the loop. A female was in charge of the entire village and she was unsure what to think of that. The moment she was born, she was bred raised to please men. To learn how to sew, cook, and care for children. Here? Women had free reign. They can do what they please and Sumire did not know what to think of it. The culture was so different. No one was bowing. Women did not look towards the ground as the men passed.
Air. This was what she needed. Sumire had found herself one of her many favorite places. Ah. A graveyard. It seemed that Konoha was not that much different after all. Sumire knows how other clans feel about hers so she will not overstep boundaries here. It was here, the Undead Princess felt relief. She paused for a moment to remove her shoes as she felt the soft grass beneath the thigh high socks she was wearing. A kind smile could be seen as she leaned forward slightly, her hands smoothing her kimono as she eased herself into the Seiza position. A deep inhale as her hands moved to rest onto her lap. Despite being in a peaceful and quiet place, this Mahofu was no fool.
Her father had caught her off guard in cruel ways. Her body was tense. She was listening. She was ready to move out of the way at moment's notice if it was needed. Her hands removed themselves from her lap as she stroke the grass below. Odd. Half-lidded, she could see the many stones.
Why were they missing bodies? There wasn't a body per stone. Was there more story here or perhaps, a rogue Mahofu?
tabMina took a deep breath as she entered the cemetery. The cool air of the morning dew was refreshing to the touch. Combined with the natural stillness and silence of a place of the dead that it was more serene than anything else. Melancholic to be sure, but it didnโt have the overhanging feeling of creepiness and death like most graveyards did. Sometimes Mina thought about why that was. The Konoha cemetery shared very few elements with other ones. None of the stylings were gothic, for starters. Another element was probably the Wisteria Flowers that grew from the trees overhead. Lilac flower blossoms dangling overhead, like a curtain around the beds of the fallen. They were out of this world pretty, and bestowed (upon Mina at least) a feeling of calm. Thatโs why they were there, according to legend, to help people stay calm. Both the living and the dead. Mina tried not to think about that second one too much, about what might happen if the Wisteria flowers were taken away. Would what few corpses in the graveyard rise up and revolt?
Before the thought started to spiral, Mina arrived at her destination. A small square of land with a single plaque on it, much smaller than the grave stones a few dozen feet away. On it was simply the name โDaigo Nakamura.โ Mina sat down with her legs folded under her, the Seiza pose, and closed her eyes. The red head slowly placed a vase of flowers, pink and white carnations, in front of the plaque. The girl clapped her hands together and said โThank you for all youโve done, I hope youโre safe and happy now.โ Mina was silent for a few moments and it was only after that did she finally notice. A presence to her side suddenly weighed in on her and the girl opened her eyes back to see a girl about her age sitting next to her. Purple garb, black hair, and some kind of flower in her hair. Not that Konoha was any small town, but Mina had never seen her before, and the Genin thought that anyone with purple eyes would stand out a little. Maybe now wasnโt the best time to be bothering her, but Mina couldnโt help but notice she looked a little troubled. โHey,โ she leaned over and said in a voice just barely above a whisper. โI know trying to accept your loss is hard. And I know Iโm a stranger and all, but if you need any help feel free to ask, okay?โ With that, Mina tilted her head to the side a little as she gave the girl a small smile.
Can't be rogue Mahofu. Sumire had gone with the head of the... what was the wrong here? ANBU? There was so much Sumire had to learn. Maybe she should've listened to her ... current leader about the shinobi world but there was so much spite and hate towards the leader and her father, she didn't want to hear a word she says. So instead, she tolerates the leader, accepts the training but took nothing to heart. She had noticed there was another here but she doesn't know their custom or culture when it comes to respecting the dead.
Sumire had noticed the female, maybe the same age as her or a bit younger had gotten up and got close to her but she made no movement. Her hands slowly placed itself back onto her lap in case she needed to make any quick movements or hand seals. What came next, surprised the Mahofu child.
Her eyelids blinked a few times as she was processing to what she just said. "How curious." She started, "Ah. Gomen'nasai. Kon'nichiwa, I am called Mahofu Sumire. What is your name?" She smiled softly, she seems to be a bit kind and friendly. "A stranger indeed. Why, this culture is different!" She exclaimed slightly. Her hands smoothed out her kimono as she stood up properly. Her hands rested in front of her. All signs of old traditions that Konoha may once have but no more. "You approach strangers and offer them your help. Not even knowing of their intentions. They could be here to kill you. Or they could be quite indeed, a stranger you say, in need of help." She then looks towards the graves as her purple hues glanced back at her, "And the death customs here. Vastly different. You grieve and pray over their bodies but not their souls."' She shook her head and laughed softly, "Gomen'nasai once again, my home and yours are different. For example, we do not have our warriors parade around with the brand of the village." She, of course, was referring to the Konoha headband that Mina had with her. "I have not seen civilians wear it. Simply warr- Ah. Shinobis, of this village wearing them. Hmm." She paused, thinking to herself. "You may correct me if I'm wrong, while women are treated with the same respect as the men here, what about shinobi and civilians? Would you not admit that the shinobi has more privileges than the civilians?"
tabMinaโs smile faltered as soon as Sumire started talking. The girl, Sumire Mahofu, was definitely an odd one. She reminded Mina of one of those old time samurai movies. โUhhhhhh.โ The girl in purple started talking to the Genin about the potential of being killed, the redhead was actually kind of stunned into silence. Which was rare for the girl. It made Mina chuckle a little actually and she rubbed the back of her head. โYeah, you know what that is kind of weird now that you mention it.โ She said with a laugh. Then her expression became more thoughtful as she tapped her chin with her finger. โThough, I guess if I had to explain it, itโs more so remembering the time we spent with the person fondly, with that person.โ The girl grinned again. โItโs like you get to spend more time with that person. So how dโyou mourn?โ As Sumire started to talk again, Mina finally put her finger on what was different. The purple lady was speaking with an accent Mina had never heard before. Mina lightly touched the headband around her neck as Sumire talked about the warriors of โ-This land? You mean Konoha? Whereโre you from then, Sumire?โ The Genin rose to her feet also and looked down a little to keep eye contact. โAnd more rights? I donโt really think so. We just have more responsibility, to be sure. Protect the people we love and everything. So we donโt really treat anyone differently if theyโre a shinobi or not. Most shinobi have other jobs around town, too! Iโve only been a Genin for a little bit, but think about it. How can we protect people if we think weโre better than them?โ Finally Mina addressed the first thing Sumire said. โAfterall, whatโs the harm in being nice? We owe it to each other, don't we?โ Mina cast a small look and fond smile at the little plaque she was standing next to before looking back at Sumire. โSo if youโre not from here, what brings you to this neck of the woods?โ The Genin stuck her hand out to shake with Sumire. "Mina. Minashiba Takatsuki."
Sumire couldn't help but gave the girl a kind smile when it seems to struck to never be outwardly friendly right off the bat. It can be a bit friendly but always never let your guard down. She wonders was this the norm or was it just because it was how she was raised? Sumire was raised with a sturdy and harsh hand. Maybe Konohagakure wasn't so harsh that they would had to be on their guard at all times. Then again, there was the matter of the poor family and that poor child. She wonders how the now orphan girl was doing. No matter. This was not her land and none of her concern. The girl was in thought as she rose her eyebrow as she continued to talk. How interesting! It was considered rude not to introduce first, especially when Sumire had introduced herself, and it seemed to be forgotten by her. Her smile disappeared when a thinking expression had appeared which seems to reveal nothing. If any, she looked pretty stoic. With the person? So the graves were here to help remember the time you had with the person? What was the point of that? Why come here and bring up memories that you want to forget? Visiting a grave was spending more time? How so? They were dead. They surely couldn't respond. She heard the question as she considered it and wanted to word it carefully, she fears to disrespect Konohagakure culture.
"Hmm. I guess the best way to explain, it would be to live my life following their examples." She started, wondering if she could do this right, "I... once had a mentor. She was the one that raised me and kept me safe. She is no longer the living so I try to live by her examples of what she would want me to do. It's more of honoring her now that I think about it. We honor the dead by following their footsteps. As for the ones that don't deserve honor... they are forgotten." Sumire had done all she can to forget her late father but it was hard considering that he's constantly her nightmare. Hell, he's been in her nightmares. The red-haired female then asked where she was from, "I'm from Zaishin." At least she was open to explaining more about Konohagakure. Interesting. Soldiers or warriors who risk their lives are usually the ones with higher privilege. After all, they were risking their lives. They were risking their family that they may never come home. The intelligence in this girl had blown Sumire away just a bit.
"Oh! Gomen-sai, I didn't mean to assume that the people are lower. It's more of, samurai- well shinobi here, are risking their lives constantly for the people that cannot fight or wish to fight. So the pay and their living are slightly better due to that. Because one day, they may not come home." Sumire had gone through that one day herself. Her father didn't come home. His body had and he had anointed a female to become the leader of her clan. She was not of bloodline and she was a female. For years, her father remained her that she would never be worthy of becoming a Mahofu leader so instead, she was primed to become the 'perfect' wife. "We are still nice to those that do not or cannot fight. After all, we are protecting them." The girl then asked what Sumire was doing here, "Forgive me but that's confidential." Sumire explained to her. She wasn't sure how the Hokage-sama would feel about her explaining about the horrors out there. Was she the kind of leader that keeps her people updated or was she the one that hides the dead bodies outside of the door, unknowing to the civilians? Finally, she had introduced herself but it was odd. Sumire looked up at the hand and blind in confused. Putting the weight back slightly, she stood up from the Saizo post and had the perfect standing posture (though albeit tense) with her hands resting and slightly touching her torso and each other. A few feet away, she bowed in greeting before standing right up. "I'm sorry, Takatsuki-kun... I am not familiar with what you are trying to do?" Her lavender hues glanced down at the hand to show that's what she means.
Land of Iron [ Wanderer ] l Genjutsu Specialist l Buki l Mahofu Clan Fuuton l Katon l 2425/2425 Chakra l 2325/2325 Stamina
Posted: Thu May 07, 2020 10:30 am
It wasn't his job today to hide. "Oh. There you are!" A voice spoke warmly. He had only the description of a dark haired young woman, fair skin, a bleeding heart flower pin in her hair that stood out among the other details he was given. If he could just get a glimpse of her purple eyes. "Su-sumire?" This young man had no previous encounters to date with Sumire. Confusing her would come to no surprise to him. He was some casually dressed nobody with brown hair, cut to feather in the back, and grey eyes that looked somewhat off with their colors. As he closes the distance between himself and the two girls, a smile came to his face and he waved. Dressed like some Harajuku fashion-enthusiast with a dark jacket under a brightly colored scarf about his neck and shoulders. The young man casually put both hands forward to suggest he wasn't a threat or had anything to hide.
"Hi. Sorry. I have a message from Director Soga." He cleared his throat and ficked aside some stray mass of hair threatening to hide half of his face. "If the interest of the Land of Iron is to assist its allies than it is urgent to report to the Golden Light Forests to assist Lahlil against a threat that could befall the village." He wrapped up his quote with a shrug and smiled, "yeah. That's it. Her words. We would like your Ranmaru friend too to join you. We're not sure if it's you know what's or something else." The young man shrugged again with the hinting of the Yokai. Speaking too freely wasn't on his mind with another young lady present. He spoke little details only mentioned in the Hokage's office.
Alone. A stranger to the times and residents of the village, haunted by ghosts and regret from a time he longed for again. The Uncle Pineapple, a peculiar name he adopted simply of spite for any who asked for his name. Not so much a dead man these days, just an apparent leech on the system. One grave marker was unlike the others, the name Kassandra scrawled on it with the moniker "Aunt of the Kin." It was one he made and occasionally paid his respects to. Zahara knew she would fall from history, one small grave marker was his tribute to her. One of the many victims from the old village, and the many of his own past dealings. Sitting here, he was away from the others present and didn't care to be bothered. A single scroll was slung across his back, and nestled with it was the peculiar fruit that was his "Official" namesake, Pineapple.
In truth, it was the sharkskin in a disguise from a jutsu he developed. Geniki. But the creature was quiet, hibernating and left Zahara's thoughts his own. At least, for now. Shiro, the personal snake Zahara kept with him coiled around his shoulders and peered over his shoulder. Albino she was, red eyes and ivory scales that were more pale than his kekkei genkai. Tongue flick. Her way to get attention.
Zahara stared at nothing in particular, absent minded and waiting for time to pass. Another tongue flick, this time the tip of her tongue brushed his hair. He ignored it. Another. A sharp turn of Zahara's head responded this time with stern eyes settling into her's. "What?" Shiro moved now and motioned with her head and looked at the scroll on his back then back at him with another flick of the tongue. Silent. He looked puzzled for a moment, looking over his shoulder at the scroll. Did she... want something? Shiro just stared at him still, still as stone. Yet, Zahara thought nothing of it and muttered in annoyance to the creature as he looked back at the cemetery, thoughts wandering. Now, Shiro was a bit more assertive as she flicked her tongue straight into his ear.
A hand wave, ignored again. Now Shiro opened her jaw, coiling her body on his neck and bit now on his wrist hard to get his attention as he yowled in sudden pain. "What!? What do you wa--" Zahara was furious as he almost threw the creature off him and stared at her once she released fangs from him. To the scroll again she stared, tongue flicking and he could feel it now. The empathy he was blocking out, fear. Concern. Shiro was as fearless as they came, and she was afraid as she stared at the snake contract scroll.
With her intent, Zahara finally understood what she was trying to convey as he momentarily choked up. Angry with himself for ignoring Shiro, concerned as well for what was making her so afraid. The pineapple stirred, a quiet chitter came alive as the sentient fruit's scales moved. "Forgive me. I didn't think." He rose to his feet now and breathed in deeply as he pressed one hand onto the scroll nestled on his back. Something was wrong and Shiro felt it, and now so did he, a deeply personal pang of fear hit him. "Shiro, stay in the village and I will return. " Golden chakra swirled now over his body for a moment as the sharkskin fruit lost its facade upon his back as the legendary weapon awakened fully while his senjutsu briefly flourished.
The white mamba uncoiled around him then as Zahara fought back his emotion and slipped the creature a scroll which contacted the kage herself. He stood erect fully as the sharkskin was at its full size, chittering in response to the man's anger as he took began to make his way toward a secluded spot while Shiro the mamba stayed behind, using the contact scroll. In his anger, Zahara clutched the sharkskin and drew it in a single motion and cut a deep gouge out of a tree as he walked by to a open area and sheathed the blade and took the scroll off his back. It unraveled then and a handseal made. With a surge of chakra, the man was soon taken and gone in a puff of smoke with the scroll.
Shiro now with the order to remain in the village flicked her tongue out, her red eyes scanned the area and now she slithered off inbetween the graves. She would linger in the places Zahara knew to find her for when he returns. As of now, her sage was off to do their sworn duty. // Reverse Summoning to Ryuchi Cave.
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tabโSamuraiโฆ?โ Mina caught the slip and repeated the word, but only quietly to herself. The Genin was quickly putting two and two together. Why someone from the Land of Iron was here was beyond the red head. As always her brain wasnโt friends with her ears, and the samuraiโs accent made things just a touch harder. But she continued to listen to --or try to-- Sumire explain the cultural differences. Following in the footsteps of those that lived before made sense. But it seemed a little lessโฆ intimate? Mina wasnโt sure if that was the right word. But it felt like it focused more on what the person had done in their lives, and not who they had been while they were living. She didnโt think it was wrong, per se, but it didnโt sit well with her either.
Following that was Sumireโs explanation about the citizens. Again, it made sense. Shinobi did get paid for their service from the government. And the said government did supply housing to itโs ninja. But Mina had never noticed that as she still lived with her mother. Maybe, in a way, they did have more privileges? She made a mental shrug. She didnโt think much of it.
โOh this? I just wanted to help you stand-โ Mina replied to the confused samurai just as the girl rose to her feet. โ...up.โ Mina shook it off and gave Sumire her patented smile. โItโs also a common thing to do once you meet someone you like. You just offer your hand, and then they put theirs in yours.โ As she spoke, Mina quickly took a hold of Sumireโs hand and placed it into her palm. โThen you grip firmly, and shake! Like so!โ The clasped hands shook once before Mina let go. โAnd now weโre friends!โ
It was just after that someone else showed up. Now this guy was more modern looking, but his fashion was still weird. Unlike Sumireโs, who was out of date but comfortable, it seemed like this guy was trying too hard. But that wasnโt the main focus for Mina. There wasnโt a lot of information in what the guy had said, but there was one thing that caught her attention.
Lahil.
โSumire, let me come with you.โ Mina pleaded. She bent forward and grasped one of Sumireโs with both of her own, much more gentle this time. She could already feel her heart pounding in worry about her Kage and mentor. As she did the control of her strength loosened and her grip slowly became tighter on the girlโs hands. โ I know your mission is confidential, but I know Lahil, and if sheโs in danger then I gotta help her.โ She met Sumireโs eyes, the ninjaโs own filled with worry. โPlease.โ
Ah the extended hand was to help her stand? No matter. She was used to constant saizo positions. Her legs were strong and rather used to it. Then the redhaired female continued on to explain that it's a common thing here it seems when you meet someone you like. Her mind flinched slightly when Mina had explained that she was to put her hand in hers. Sumire doesn't do well with touch. It could be due to her upbringing. Before she could react, Mina had grabbed Sumrie's hand and placed it into her palm, holding it slightly tight and shook it as Sumire pulled her hand back rather roughly. "I.. I'm sorry." She mumbled. Before she could explain her rudeness, a man had appeared. Sumire winced a bit. What bright clothes!
Sumire quickly took few steps back from him and did a long deep bow with the bend at the waist to show respect towards the man. She straightens up with her hands now resting in front of her and barely touching each other. Director Soga, ah yes. The woman she had met at the office and went with for a bit to determine the results of the family that was killed. Was it about that? No. It seems to be about what Ranmaru and Sumire had come here for. Speaking of that, where was Ranmaru? "Hai, thank you." She said as she did another deep respectful bow. "I will go find-" She stopped as Mina grabbed both of her hands as Sumire noticeably flinched. She couldn't even focus after being touched like this. The purple-eyed young woman pulled her hands back, "Yameru." She said firmly, her voice sounded like a mother scolding her child. Then her eyes soften. "I... I do not mean to be rude. I do not like to be touched." Sumire tried to explain hasty, not wanting to upset or hurt Mina's feelings. Sumire was rather interested in Mina, she was a strong and sweet female so the last thing she wanted to do was to hurt her feelings.
With a sigh, she shook her head. "It is not my decision to make, I'm sorry. I have my orders. You can ask him." She gestured gently towards the young brown-haired man. Maybe he has a way to communicate with Director Soga or perhaps, even the Hokage. With a soft turn towards the male, she did a bow towards the messenger once again, as if doing a retake, "Once again, doumo arigatou gozaimasu. I shall go find Ranmaru and Sei now." With that, she heads off to go find her traveling companions.
Land of Iron [ Wanderer ] l Genjutsu Specialist l Buki l Mahofu Clan Fuuton l Katon l 2425/2425 Chakra l 2325/2325 Stamina
Posted: Mon May 18, 2020 5:55 pm
"Eh. Alright." The young man spent maybe a minute mulling over Mina's request. Her heart was in the right place. Maybe she knew herself well enough to know where she belonged? If he was gonna' get chewed out later then that's just the consequence ahead of him he'd have to deal with, that is, if the girl gets herself killed.
He shrugged and snapped his fingers. A bearded vulture with a head full of silky white feathers appears in a whirl of dust. The bird was puffed up, fluffed its feathers, and looked eager with the call of something to do. The young man looked up at the bird and smacked his elbow twice. His jacketed was either padded or there was more to his unusual get-up underneath the layers. A bearded vultures talons were as sharp as about any other bird of prey and anything less than a padded accessories would be a masochist's dream. "I'm qualified to get you there but I've got orders to remain in the village. No hard feelings. It'll be a safe drop off so our guest doesn't need to fuss about'cha! Kichiri's on the case. Le'ggo." He waved Mina to follow him.
Kichiri departs as Mina's escort to the Golden Light Forest MiT
ooc: So. If you want. Arrive on a large metal bird that swoops off as you jump off in the MIT. It's what would ultimately happen off scene but I don't know how I'd execute that with an incomplete NPC profile. It would be your own steel bird plane ride.
INDENTTainted feather scribbled across a single square paper. Text ancient in origin, spanning across millennia. The ancient Alpha sigil etched it's existence into the paper. Becoming one. It's birth opened a swirling vortex. Absorbing the plethora of weaponry the youth had collected and laid out scattered before him. "Things are different without ya O-pa'" Peacefully Aeleus rested against the giant tombstone. His back pressed against it firmly. Ethereal ink splashed across yet another special paper. It's shape and structure matching the previous. However, it's marking vastly different. Omega's sigil etched and infused itself to the notary. Sapphires closed as a stressful exhale seeped from him. Both hands hovering over the sigil, passively funneling his chakra into it. Head leaned backwards, pressing against the stone of his Grandfather. The crimson lighting poured itself onto the Youth's visage. Nightmarishly displaying the graveyard in this cold, dark reality. "Darkness encroaches our land further every passing moment.. It's creepy..." Eyelids opened to reveal distressed blues. Clearly worried about what was to come. "Is this the Omen you spoke of?" Aeleus forged a single hand seal. Locking the chakra away within the Sigil. Sewing Alpha into the wrist of his left sleeve. Whilst Omega was bound to the wrist of his right sleeve.
INDENTEars twitched in earnest, cheeks flushing themselves a bright red as her voice rang throughout the village. His fears seemingly settled and eased at just the vocals of his idol, Lady Hokage. He had gotten close to her earlier but hadn't found the courage to introduce himself. "THE EXAMS!!" Nervously leaping onto his feet, Aeleus turned to face the giant stone of his Grandfather. Wrapping his little arms around it best he could. "Gotta go O-pa! Sensei's gonna kill me!" Pulling away, he preformed the prayer gesture of his people. Bowing lovingly. "I haven't forgotten my promise Grandpa.. I won't falter here.. Promise!" Praise be to Yevon.. Words faintly uttered as the bowing youth faded into the passing breeze.
