tabtabtabtabtabtab⊰Chakra points:20 - 20⊱⋅⊰Mood:Amused⊱⋅⊰Thoughts:Oh don't blow my cover!⊱
Chikari wrinkled her nose and frowned at the obnoxious waitress she had unfortunately called over to help them. She had popped a bubble gum bubble right in her face. Chikari hated gum or at least hated when people did that. It was a little gross. She let it slide for the moment and looked at the line that they had bypassed on the way in. “I’m not a customer like those people are.” she said and crossed her arms defiantly across her chest. Chikari was done being polite to the annoying girl. A clacking noise from her side caused her to glance at Asura as he thumped her bo-staff on the ground.
While her outward appearance didn’t change from look of disdain Chikari was fighting the fit of laughter that was on the edge of bursting out. She didn’t think that a silent type like Asura would step up like he was. She knew he was lying from the start, but it was hilarious as the waitress flinched at the sudden scolding she was getting from a fourteen year old. Quietly, Chikari took her small fan from her sash and flicked it open to hold in front of her face. As if to say that she wasn’t going to scold her bodyguard for speaking so rudely to someone, but the truth was to hide the massive grin that she couldn’t keep from forming. Her eyes were closed as the waitress took another look at her. ‘Nice one Asura~’ she thought.
Before she was shoved into the kitchen Chikari glanced at the patrons who had passed out from all the food they were eating. ‘Maybe the other restraunt owners are quite that paranoid after all.’ She kept her fan in front of her face as she looked around the kitchen. At first glance it wasn’t odd. It was a kitchen set up for a line of cooks, but the conveyor belts were most certainly out of place. She frowned at the site. Those machines weren’t used in gourmet restraunts like this or at least they shouldn’t have been. Chikari tried to look at where the food was going to once it was placed on the belts. ‘Shouldn’t that go straight to the table…not behind a door.’ she turned her head to where she supposed the owner was since that’s where the majority of the angry yelling was coming from.
Chikari barely had a hand on the door to the office before a boy walking up to them caught her off guard. Asura was quick to speak up though. She turned back to the door and knocked on it. “Excuse me, but I am here to talk about a catering job.” Chikari lowered the fan from her face and spoke clearly for the boss of the restraunt to here. To keep up the guise as a nobles daughter, Chikari simply ignored the boy that had followed them in. In any other situation Chikari would have been very happy to see a new face. She kept her back straight and her fan covering her mouth and nose.
⊰Weapons⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Kunai Knives tabtabtab⋅: Shuriken tabtabtab⋅: A small hand fan made of steel tabtabtab⋅: Tekagi shuko tabtabtab⋅: Bo Staff tabtabtab⋅: Meteor Hammer tabtabtab⋅: The Glaive
⊰Personal Attribute⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Fanning the flames: As an Uchiha Chikari has a natural affinity to Katon [Fire] style jutsus. With this ability the cost of Katon style jutsus are cut down by 20% [i.e S-ranks cost 16 instead of 20]
The foreign ninja could either seriously ruin the mission, or end up becoming a good ally. Things were definitely about to get interesting. It was obvious the other boy was a ninja, and this made the staff uncomfortable. The cooking slowed and a bunch of them turned their heads to watch the group that had entered. The lack of work was what made the manager look up. "Am I surrounded by complete and utter idio-" The manager stopped and looked at Chikari, Asura, and Kuchiro with a stern eye. Something didn't seem right, but the thought of earning more money was clearly more important. "Catering? Well that's not something we normally do. But for the right price..." The greasy manager said, rubbing his fingers against his thumb. And then a light bulb went off in his head. "Why don't you kids have a taste eh? I'm sure the food will help you come to an agreeable amount." The man said, waggling his over sized eyebrows. The manager snapped his fingers and summoned three plates of food. For the sake of this post we can pretend it was whatever each person wanted. These meals came from behind the door, which if any of the kids were fast enough they'd see two people behind there, not wearing aprons. Instead, they had headbands.
• Rank: Genin • Village: Yukigakure • Class: Ninjutsu • Nature: Fire Style • Demon: Matatabi • Summoning Contract: Ibuse • Current Theme:Radioactive Cover - Lindsey Stiring and Pentatonix _______________________________________
"I welcome you into the hottest world. _______________________________________
Kuchiro did not appreciate Asura's tone. "Well, in that case. I want to enjoy this restaurant as well. Does it have your name on it? I don't really think so. You'll just have to share." He perked up when he heard the manager offer food tasting. "You should let me get the first taste. Back in Yuki, we pay top ryo for dumplings since it's somewhat a rare commodity. If you help out these two with their catering deal and by that I mean don't try to cheat them on the price, I might be able to get you a deal with Yuki as well. I'm sure you don't mind making some good money." Kuchiro smirked, knowing the greed that business owners often displayed. Kuchiro proceeded to bow, smiling still, "My name is Kuchiro Mistalune of Yukigakure. Pleasure to be of service." He felt like offering a double deal like this. Despite not having prior permission to make decisions like this, Yuki restaurants would never deny foreign business. Especially, if it was an opportunity to link up with Tsukigakure. Kuchiro figured this might earn him some kudo points back home.
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My bed of roses that burn eternally." _______________________________________
♣♣ Asura Aburame ♣♣ | Tsukigakure | Genjutsu | Single Target Destroyer | || The Village Hiddden Underneath the Moon || Aburame || Jinseikigan ||
A stood directly behind "Lady Chikari", taking care that anyone who wanted to get in on the conversation would have to pass him. However, it seemed that the foreigner had already done so. When the food was presented to the three of them, the Gennin backed away. "I'm sure milady would like to wait for the tasteful suprise once your restaurant caters the event. That way it is better to experience than it would be if we had it here, and then." They didn't want to get too used to the taste. That, and they knew well enough to not take food from just anyone. Hopefully. He didn't exactly favor the foreigner, but if he found a way to make it easier on them, more power to him. If he ruined their mission, though, Asura would have more than just rude words for him. "You may have mine as well," he mumbled to the Yuki Shinobi.
tabtabtabtabtabtab⊰Chakra points:20 - 20⊱⋅⊰Mood:Amused⊱⋅⊰Thoughts:Oh don't blow my cover!⊱
Now that the boss had come to actually talk to them Chikari was regretting having gone on the mission in the first place. The man looked bad and smelled bad to boot. 'Ew!' She made no attempt to hide the scowl that crossed her face. In fact she took a little step backwards to get away from the boss. She fanned herself a little bit as she took notice of the kitchen staff starting to slow down a little bit to get a better look at what was going on. It was to hot for her to be wearing a big coat and dress in the kitchen after all. As the manager had three plates of food brought out she noticed that the men who brought out were not wearing aprons at all. Not only that Asura and the boy from Yukigakure both ignored the plates of food. ‘Oh great…didn’t we have to taste this to figure it out too?’ Chikari sighed lightly. She didn’t want to eat the food after seeing the people outside, but if neither Asura or Kuchiro was going to try it, she would have to take the bait.
Chikari nodded her head in agreement with the Yukigakure boy. “While money is of no object to my family I doubt my Aunt and Uncle would appreciate it if their one and only niece got ripped off.” she shrugged a little bit like it was no big if the manager got into trouble or not. “Mistalune-san can make sure that I don’t get ripped off right?” she looked at the boy as she asked the question, but didn’t really wait on the answer. Speaking to him was just a way for her to stall the manager before tasting the food he had brought out.
Turning into a food zombie didn’t sound pleasant, but she had to find out why everyone else was turning into one anyways. However, the stalling had worked a little bit in her favor. She had thought up a plan to at least let Asura get away from all the managers line of sight. Chikari looked over her shoulder at Asura and smiled at him. “While I would like for it to be a surprise I do have to taste it. After all some people at the wedding have allergies or strict diets and I doubt that Mr. Manager here wants anyone death to be a result of his food.” she looked back at the Manager and Kuchiro. “If we could go somewhere private we can talk business there. It’s really hot and stuffy in this kitchen.” Chikari said and fanned herself a little faster to prove it. “Asura-san can wait out here.” she said simply.
⊰Weapons⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Kunai Knives tabtabtab⋅: Shuriken tabtabtab⋅: A small hand fan made of steel tabtabtab⋅: Tekagi shuko tabtabtab⋅: Bo Staff tabtabtab⋅: Meteor Hammer tabtabtab⋅: The Glaive
⊰Personal Attribute⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Fanning the flames: As an Uchiha Chikari has a natural affinity to Katon [Fire] style jutsus. With this ability the cost of Katon style jutsus are cut down by 20% [i.e S-ranks cost 16 instead of 20]
The Manager was pleased to see that there was at least one person who actually wanted to eat the food. There was a look in his eyes, something that saw suspicious activities. Nobody says no to his food. His eye twitched when Asura turned down the meal, but that creepy smile stayed on his face. The Manager rubbed his hands together nefariously. For a brief moment he was silent, and then he extended his hand to Kuchiro and shook it vigorously. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Mistalune. Why don't you try any meal, on the house?" The Manager looked briefly at Asura, and a hard thought passed through his head. The flash lasted an instant and nothing more. When Chikari spoke was only kindness in his. He stepped forward and put his greasy hand on Chikari's back, pushing her forth. "Of course we can go somewhere private. Please, follow me." He said, leading her to the door to the room where the conveyor belt went. The manager knocked on the room twice before entering. When they entered Chikari would notice there was the conveyor going all around the room, and only two chairs. "Alright lady, stop busting my balls. We either have some business or we don't." The manager said, scratching his balding head.
• Rank: Genin • Village: Yukigakure • Class: Ninjutsu • Nature: Fire Style • Demon: Matatabi • Summoning Contract: Ibuse • Current Theme:Radioactive Cover - Lindsey Stiring and Pentatonix _______________________________________
"I welcome you into the hottest world. _______________________________________
Kuchiro's smile widened. Any meal. On the house. To Kuchiro, he interpreted this as one of everything. While Chikari and the manager went into their private discussion, Kuchiro now bent what the manager said. He found some cooks and explained, "I'm an inspector here and the manager says I get one of everything on the house." The cooks, now scurrying to find their proper attire as they were not wearing what they should be for hygenic purposes, quickly began making exactly as Kuchiro requested. Kuchiro was seated in the center of the dining area.
And within a few minutes, his table was filled completely in plates of food. What everyone did not know, was that Kuchiro could eat. And by eat, that means he's a buffet's worse nightmare. Plate by plate Kuchiro ripped in. From dumplings to pasta to the house special, the food on his table was disappearing faster then had arrived. It was as though Kuchiro was a man who went on a long fasting exercise, only now trying to eat after months of self-restraint. Phrases that came from his mouth in spurts were, "Scrumptzchouz. Delish. So guoooud." Kuchiro's table manners that lacked were more than apparent. But, his appetite was that of a gods and a gods admiration he earned by all those in the restaurant, astonished and in awe of his eating prowess. As he approached the last fifteen plates out of roughly seventy-five, Kuchiro clapped and declared, "We must have one of these in Yuki! It would be a hit!"
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My bed of roses that burn eternally." _______________________________________
tabtabtabtabtabtab⊰Chakra points:20 - 20⊱⋅⊰Mood:Disgusted⊱⋅⊰Thoughts:Ugh this guy is so gross...⊱
Chikari let the manager walk her- or rather shove her -into the room where the conveyor belt was coming from. Inside the room it was like a mechanical maze to Chikari. The conveyor belt was haphazardly laid out all around the run as it wound it's way around the room. It wasn't much better than the stuffy kitchen in the other room. She almost glared at the bald man standing annoyingly close to her. Not only was he physically disgusting to look at, but his personality actually matched his greasy looks. Chikari made a small 'hmph' noise at the way he addressed her as 'lady' and the vulgar manner he was speaking in. "I was always taught not to rush into business. " Chikari said as she took a few steps into the room and looked about like a curious kid. 'Or at least not this kind of business...' she thought with a frown on her face.
"I have a few questions first, Mister." Chikari snapped her fan shut with a sharp clack as the steel ends collided with each other and looked back at the manager. She still retained the air of a curious child even though she was speaking rather firmly. Almost like she was being to stubborn about something. "How is your food prepared and what's the purpose of the conveyor belt?" she asked. She wanted to know it anyways and there was no reason to beat around the bush apparently. "Getting a good caterer for my Auntie's wedding is my job. If I mess it up they'll never let me live it down." Chikari crossed her arms and pouted a little bit as she plopped down onto one of the two empty chairs. She found it a little bit fun to play this type of childish character. And the longer she talked the more it gave Asuna to scope things out in the kitchen.
⊰Weapons⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Kunai Knives tabtabtab⋅: Shuriken tabtabtab⋅: A small hand fan made of steel tabtabtab⋅: Tekagi shuko tabtabtab⋅: Bo Staff tabtabtab⋅: Meteor Hammer tabtabtab⋅: The Glaive
⊰Personal Attribute⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Fanning the flames: As an Uchiha Chikari has a natural affinity to Katon [Fire] style jutsus. With this ability the cost of Katon style jutsus are cut down by 20% [i.e S-ranks cost 16 instead of 20]
Kuchiro certainly made a mistake when he began to taste the food. He would find himself unable to stop eating. The meals would keep on coming and Kuchiro would continue to eat, no matter how past full he was. Asura would notice there was one of the men standing in front of the door where Chikari had gone through, arms folded across his chest as he watched the situation unfold. The manager's eyes darkened as Chikari spoke about the conveyor belts. "You made a mistake little lady. I know what you're after, and you won't get it! Guard!" The manager shouted snapping his fingers as he suddenly disappeared in a fade out form. In his place stood one of the two people before not wearing an apron. The ninja snapped his arm out and made to punch Chikari in the face.
Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 10:52 am
A faint smile
Lady Caprinet
Kuchiro Mistalune
♣♣ Asura Aburame ♣♣ | Tsukigakure | Genjutsu | Single Target Destroyer | || The Village Hiddden Underneath the Moon || Aburame || Jinseikigan ||
Asura extended a finger in his pocket and a small group of bugs scattered, far enough apart to avoid being noticed. They flew through the kitchen, examining the food and the process in which it was made. Meanwhile A paid more attention to the guard in front of the door. He appeared to be guarding something, and the Aburame Shinobi couldn't even hear what was going on inside. He was becoming uneasy. All of a sudden, he heard the manager yell, "guard", or something like that. That was how he knew something was up. The Gennin picked up the staff and threw it at the guard in front of the door. He had no idea how to use it in close combat, so he could atleast by himself some time. At that moment, Asura darted forward and went straight for the doorknob in an attempt to get into the room. Hopefully the guard in front of the door was distracted enough by the staff, atleast for a moment.
tabtabtabtabtabtab⊰Chakra points:16 - 20⊱⋅⊰Mood:Annoyed⊱⋅⊰Thoughts:I could always blow the belts up.⊱
Chikari blinked and stared at the man innocently as his expression only got darker. 'Did I say something wrong?' she thought those had been perfectly logically questions to ask. After all how food was prepared was just as important as it tasted, wasn't it? Chikari kept her arms crossed, but got visibly tense just before the man started to speak again. "A-After what!?" she seriously didn't understand what he was spouting about now. She was there to gather intel under the disguise as a nobles daughter. She wasn't after any one thing in particular, like he was yelling about. "Wait a second! Guards?" as soon as he snapped his fingers Chikari hopped straight out of her chair a little flustered by the sudden change in events.
'This is bad.' She thought as she stared wide-eyed at the two mean who poofed out of thin air and replaced their greasy boss. 'Should I call for Asuna?' Chikari took a small frightened step backwards and placed a hand on the back of the chair. Before she could make a decision one of the ninja guards came at her with a simple punch.
Chikari took her right hand off the back of the chair and focused some chakra to her right hand and both her feet. She blocked the fist with the palm of her right hand, using the chakra to power her hand and take the blow. However the force slid her back a little ways. Chikari used that force to slide back on the chakra in her feet to get out of arms reach of the two guards. "Asuna-kun!" Keeping her cover wasn't on her thoughts anymore. Not having enough room to fight was one thing, but having to fight two guards at once was a bit much.
The closed in space could work in her favor though. Chikari tucked her fan back into the red sash and pulled out her meteor hammer from under her coat. "Okay." she paused for a second and to swing her hammer around in a circle on her right. The wooshing sound it made got louder by the second. "Either you two move or I'm plowing you both down." she said with a flustered smirk on her face.
⊰Weapons⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Kunai Knives tabtabtab⋅: Shuriken tabtabtab⋅: A small hand fan made of steel tabtabtab⋅: Tekagi shuko tabtabtab⋅: Bo Staff tabtabtab⋅: Meteor Hammer tabtabtab⋅: The Glaive
⊰Personal Attribute⊱ tabtabtab⋅: Fanning the flames: As an Uchiha Chikari has a natural affinity to Katon [Fire] style jutsus. With this ability the cost of Katon style jutsus are cut down by 20% [i.e S-ranks cost 16 instead of 20]
⊰Current Jutsus⊱ tabtabtab⋅: • Shunkō Slide - Rank: D The user can alternate chakra in the feet, allowing them to slide on the ground for a much easier transgression from offense to defense, allowing them to slip away from attacks.
• Hand Shunkō - Rank: D The user can now engulf a single hand in full chakra, making their punches extra strong.
Asura had made the worst possible decision when throwing the staff at the guard. The man reached his hand out and plucked the staff out of the air, spinning it around and aiming to smash it down on Asura's hand and the doorknob. As Chikari swung the ball about on its chain the guard jumped backward, deciding better against a straight forward attack. He raised his hand and formed a seal right before her eyes. He would suddenly launch forward and appear to stab Chikari in the stomach, twisting the kunai he had used to do it. It was of course a genjutsu, but the momentary pain would feel absolutely real. It was a mere diversion as the manager burst out of the doors, no doubt barreling into Asura and his own guard on the other side. He made a break for it, running out the front and through the actual restaurant area. The guard took the opening from his genjutsu and jumped forward, getting close to Chikari and attempting to chop at her throat with his hand.
Luka shouldered his way through the crowd downtown. It was not hard for a guy of his size. It was not just how big he was, but also his reputation that preceded him. His family worshiping Jashin was no secret, nor did Luka try to keep it that way. He proudly wore the symbol of his Lord upon his belt, and even tattooed over his heart. The Tsukikage allowed his family residency in the village hidden under the moon as long as they did not take to sacrificing village members. Because of this Luka was often absent from the village. It was just yesterday that Luka had returned, and he could not keep the smile from returning to his face as he recalled the kill. Luka closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, almost smelling the blood, sweat, and tears of his prey.
Luka had ventured out with his sister this time, finally allowed to go without his parents. They always ended the event too quickly. It was always the same with them, find a warrior or blasphemer, capture them, pray to Jashin for his favor, sacrifice, go home. Luka preferred to put on a show for his Lord. He knew Jashin preferred it that way. When the blood flowed like rivers to the ground and the screams of agony echoed off the walls, then Lord Jashin graced Luka with his favor. Thankfully his sister was similar to him. They rejoiced in the hunt, and reveled in the show. Luka sighed as the nostalgic feeling left him, replaced by annoyance at those around him. He looked upon them with disgust as he cut through the marketplace, imagining how much his Lord would love him if he could sacrifice each and everyone of these heathens. His hand absentmindedly brushed against the buckle of his belt, the symbol of his religion.
Once Luka made it to the food market he purchased himself a nice bowl of rice and beef. A man needed a man's meal to continue growing and be big and strong. As Luka ate, he listened to those around him. There was talk of the rebels pressing across the seas to attack Tsukigakure. Luka smirked, wishing someone would attack him then and there. It was one of the Tsukikage's stipulations that Luka and his family could only defend themselves and others within the village and not attack freely. Throughout his entire meal there at that little open shop all the villagers cowered in fear. The food quickly lost its taste and Luka only grew angry. There was a fellow genin there with him, talking about his lack of balls and his yellow belly. Luka slammed his hand on the table and stood up, towering over the other genin. "I pray to Lord Jashin that you run from battle. When that day comes, I will be the face of death, and you will be my deliverance into Jashin's graces." The genin balked under Luka's glare and quickly left with the people he was with. Luka turned to the store owner and payed for both of their meals before choosing to walk around in the marketplace a bit longer, searching for someone he knew to take his mind off of the yearning to sacrifice.
"The killing is for Lord Jashin. The suffering- well, that's for me."
- Using clay results in a 20% chakra decrease for techniques.
Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 5:28 pm
xxxxx "Tsk tsk Luka, why make the genin crap themselves? Real life tends to do that to them without your help,"said a familiar kunoichi in the distance.
Petra stood upon the rooftops with a medium-sized gourd strapped to her back, a gourd that carried a fair amount of golden dust in it that is always drawn for battle. This wasn't one of those cases, Petra was simply checking up on one of her fellow shinobi, knowing that the transfer from Academy Student to Genin would be a bit hard from the start. Petra jumped from the rooftop and lands in front of him with a soft smile, her arms behind her back. "How has your training been going kid? Have you done any at all?"
Jakob was hopping from roof to roof, looking for... well... he was just bored. Being the only jounin left him peckish for social interactions, and today he decided to search for some shinobi, and perhaps go on an adventure. After roaming around for bit, he spotted two shinobi conversing. They seemed young, both of them, so he assumed they were both It would be a good excuse to interact with the lower ranks. He'd seem them before, here and there. Jakob jumped down, and landed near them. "Hey there! Are you both doing okay, with what's been going on?" He tried his best to look positive, apllying the smile and all, but he was as paranoid as the civilians. One of them bore a Jashinist symbol on his belt, and it caught his eye. Jakob was aware of what the Jashinists did, but he didn't carry any animosity towards them, as long as it was what they truly believed in.
Now that he was closer, he recognized Petra, a long time comrade. "Hello, Petra. Still as beautiful as ever." She wouldn't like that, but Jakob was just messing around. A little longevity and light-hearted humor went a long way to calm peoples nerves down. That was important these days, when everyone was scared, looking at each other with disdain and little trust. "How have you been doing? And who's your friend? I've seen him around but... his name currently escapes me. " He would apologize for that, but if teaching wasn't going on, there was little mingling between the higher and lower ranks.
