The Village Ramen House is where Mist ninja, young and old, used to go to eat some of the best ramen to be found in all of the Water Country. Nikko who was a previous Anbu Jounin, is the best cook in the land. People come here for all kinds of Ramen: Beef, Vegetable, Vegetable Beef, Shrimp, Lobster, and so much more. However, in keeping with his family traditions, Nikko decided to turn part of the ramen shop, into a sushi den. He had spent years perfecting his art of fish preparing, and after completing it, decided to unveil it to the mist village. Now, you can pick up an eel roll, as well as vegetable ramen! Eat well and grow strong Mist Shinobi!
Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2014 11:34 pm
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xxxxx"Yo, Nikko!" Hashao proclaimed, walking into the Ramen House, with a large smile on his face. The older chuunin sat down at the bar, asking for a beer with several other things: Two bowls of ramen, one beef the other crab. A few napkins and extra wonton in it. He'd just gotten back from another mission, and he was somewhat exhausted. Though the mission was a mere E-rank, chasing a cat around was good fun and exercise. "Those felines are ferocious, it's the hardest mission I've had in a while." He joked around, talking to the old Jounin.
xxxxxAfter getting his food, he started to eat it slowly. He occasionally took up E-classed missions to help the village out, even though they paid none. He had enough in his bank to last him a while, though he was going to have to meet with the Mizukage in a little while to discuss certain living arrangements. He picked up the beer and started to sip on it, discussing things with Nikko while quietly thinking to himself. After he finished his meal, he paid for it and left with a kind compliment to the chef. [/exit]
Speed: 4(+2/-2) / Strength: 4(+2/-2) Chakra Points: 180
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xxxxxLars walked into the village and stretched, having made his way to the Sushi and Ramen Den first, being that it was more quiet than the other places in Kiri. He was hungry, but that could wait. The aroma of Ramen did make his stomach growl, sure he was a dragon, but he was hankering for some food. The smell of the Ramen wasn't helping. He waited for Kleine to arrive before he would start anything.
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 2:43 pm
The shinobi, following Lars from one end of the village to the other, remained mostly silent as they walked through the trail. He observed the sights and glanced at the people as he passed by them. They looked rather different than Kusa's people, they often had blue hair and paler skin. They were less attractive, he felt, but perhaps only because he had come to expect more out of them. He expected them to look exotic. Instead, they only looked colorful. Blindingly so. "Those guards were awfully suspicious, weren't they?" He remarked, walking through the cloth to be found in a rather simple restaurant-like abode. "They can't have heard everything I said. And yet they spoke almost as if they did. They are naturally inclined to believe that foreigners are simply invaders, invariably. That's so sad. I pity the people of this place. They must be very afraid of something."
It was certainly not precedence, not their history. They were not often at the end of losing wars. But they were very paranoid. Maybe it was that Kleine was becoming too obvious; it did not take much to recognize his intentions, far more often evil than good. "Do you ever find yourself fearing? Perhaps our lovely Kusakage, in particular? I met her once. Saw her at the least. She's a very deranged individual, I can see it. It's easy to tell when one is different, if you're different. They are so aware of you. It's like looking into a mirror. I imagine her tastes are very macabre as well. I wouldn't be surprised if she beats me to razing this city. If she would hang the Kage upside-down just as I would." He didn't speak loudly. It was a hush whisper, one may only hear it as a casual chit-chat between two friends.
"You've learned so much about me, Lars," he said. "I'm interested in hearing about you. What are your ambitions? Your designs? I know you have them. I know that you're just as adventurous as any of our brethren of the Grass. So tell me."
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xxxxxLars chuckled as he whispered back, "I would say that the Kusakage is an odd one indeed, she seemed flirtatious towards me but I could also sense her ill intent. I do not fear her nor do I hate her. But I do question her motives." He leans back in his stool, remaining still as he wouldn't fall of, "my ambitions? I wish to to reshape the world in my image. The world as I see it now has too many flaws. Nothing regarding world domination, but simple changes here and there. My design? It involves an ocean of crimson, only to have myself purify to it natural blue color once again, even though I created the crimson sea in the first place. The Kage position sounds nice, as well as seeing you become strong Kleine, as my student."
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 3:42 pm
Shape the world in his image? Kleine scoffed. "And what about my image, Lars? Perhaps your image of a better world contradicts mine." He had a different image. One that did not only involve a red sea, but red hills, red plains, red rocks. A red sky that storms every day and smites the ants that roam. He would go further than what Lars wanted. "When I was very young, I realized that the world is not what we think it is. It is more than a place to live and be free. It is a culling grounds where the strongest are chosen, a narrowing where the weak are ultimately absolved. It only required my senses to see this. The darkness spoke to me, and I listened." He leaned in slightly, and faintly grinned.
"I am already strong, Lars. But I want to be stronger. I don't want to just be a shinobi. I want to be the shinobi; the one that everyone looks forward and sees, the impassable wall. The greatest of them." The Hoshigaki relaxed his elbow against the counter, and shrugged. "If you want the world to remind others of you, then you'll need me. And if I want to fulfill my dream, then I'll need you. Maybe we can coexist." He smiled slightly, but did not remain quiet or docile for long.
"I have an image of the proper future. A world dominated by shinobi, and the best of them. The civilians -- weak and futile creatures they are -- would be domineered by us as slaves and property. We would only allow the strongest to be free. Only those that proved themselves proper soldiers; ones that could kill an already-named shinobi. Constantly, the bar would be raised higher. They would be hungry for their freedom and they would fight for it like beasts. They would grow more deadly by the day. And eventually you would have a society of superior men, monsters that would be far beyond the shinobi we see today. It is a tradition that can begin, and can be seen through. I see it in my future; I want to watch it come to be. I want to cut the thread that connects the strong and the weak, and divide the world in two." He stared into Lars' eyes, purple and blue, the rings a dark black.
He saw something in those eyes. It was a loyalty to something. Perhaps it was not there, yet. Perhaps it was absent. But he could see that he wanted a cause, just as Kleine did. In that area, they were the same. "I'm not surprised that the Kusakage was flirtatious with you. Men, as much as I admire them, have a great weakness: their sexuality. Women can manipulate them and toy with them, whether because of their natural desires or a spiritual need for companionship. Our leader is not a fool. She wants to promise you something; that in her service, you will gain more than just prestige. You will gain her. Many have done the same. They pull at your strings with promises of flesh. But they all lie." He kept it an interesting 'bookmark' in his mind, that the Kusakage might very easily be an enemy in the future. She was too similar to him. The more he heard, the less he wanted to.
He pushed the thought aside. He could recall it later. "It's not foolproof, anyway. In the end, we decide what we want, ourselves alone. Seduction is only one form of controlling the human mind. There are many more. Shall I tell you about them?" He smirked. "Maybe you could try them on me. Subtly. I might not even recognize your intentions. I'm just a man as well. Sometimes I wonder if I'm as easy to pull along as the other puppets that walk the field. It would only take one such as yourself to pull my strings. I am aware of that. I constantly must be. It is my greatest weakness."
"Hm, that's awfully naive~" Katsu commented at the end of the person's speech. He had come in around half-way, starting at "Civilians will be slaves". The idea was very appealing to the strong, even to Katsu himself, no doubt. But it would never work. "Oh, can I get something without fish, please? Hate those sea-dwelling maggots."
Katsu continued on without concerning himself with the fellows he had interrupted so rudely, but something bit at his memory. The older one, he struck Katsu as somewhat odd, a little familiar too. The style and the aura about him, and those eyes of all things... where had he heard of this man before...? The kid spoke of Kusa, and the swordsman remembered. "Ah! Kusagakure's Dragon King!" Katsu exclaimed, his mouth moving with his mind. He might have spoken a bit loudly, but he had heard a lot of rumors of the Grass Village's Sannin who possessed the legendary Rinnegan eyes and "fought like a dragon". Well, a proper shinobi might wonder what such a man was doing here, in the middle of a village that was not his own, but Katsu didn't pay it much thought. If it became a problem... oh, he so hoped it became a problem!
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 4:08 pm
"Kleine, I can help you shape the world to your image. If you'd like for me to. As for the Kusakage, having her would only be temporary as I know she would find another. I could sense it, she didn't care much for me. In fact, I felt as if she had an alternative idea when she approached to kiss me. I will protect her, but nothing more would come of it. As for you," he returned his gaze to Kleine, "if you'll allow me to, I'm sure my attempts of seduction would be worth your time. You've been rather patient with me, I feel I should do more. " He sighed as he was called out, by his nickname no less, his eyes softened as he glanced to Katsu, "well, if it isn't the self proclaimed Strongest Swordsman."
Armand, amidst all the shirtless angst and tryhard badassery, would burst through the door like an annoying ray of sunshine. "Chef! Big order!~" He'd call back to the kitchen. Armand placed himself on a food run for all the training ground shinobi working hard at improving themselves. Frankly, he didn't know where to go next besides training his weaponry hands. He gave a large wave to Katsu. "Hey, good to see you not moping on the shore~". Armand would grin and decide to make Katsu an offer of food or drink. "You want anything since I'm here? I'm buying a big order for everybody. Not like I need the money~" He'd approach the counter and rifle through everybody's orders. "I neeeeeeed...at least one order of ramen, a bottle of sake, uh, like six orders of fried rice, and some orders of whatever sushi you have lying around? I'm sure if you give me too much, somebody out there will eat it."
He turned to Katsu and gave a slight gesture to him. "And whatever he wants too. Say, Katsu? What's with these guys?" He jabbed a thumb toward Kleine and Lars. It appeared that they sat at the table that had a bulb out above it, leaving them under a very dim light as opposed to the rest of the establishment. Also they were shirtless so that was weird. He leaned over to Katsu and started to whisper. "I think they're supposed to be the plot." ╚═══════XX♦XX═══════╝
“Haha, sorry about that. Though, I have to say, the fact that my self-proclamation reached all the way inland, that’s amazing in of itself, isn’t it?” Katsu smiled, facing Lars. Working up to the rank of sannin isn’t something done unnoticed. Then, the disaster known as Armand came through. Ignoring the breach of the 4th wall, Katsu answered. "Chicken fried rice, maybe. Or chicken ramen. In fact, yeah, chick fried ramen. Make it happen."
Turning his attention back to Lars, Katsu began talking again. "Sorry if I was interrupting something important, but you kid's idealism... I didn't like it. More importantly though, I have to wonder, now that my guy mentioned it, what are Kusa nin doing in Kiri, hm? Especially someone so prestigious."
[Not sure if Shane's posting again... but don't want to hold it up.]
(One thing: I'm totally fine with you entering a thread and interacting with me.
But interrupting a conversation I'm having and then further moving the conversation without waiting for me because you don't want to get "held up" is rude and irritating.
EDIT: But I'm not upset or anything. Just clarifying how I felt at the time. haha )
More shinobi came. Two of them. In response to them the man simply sighed, his delicately crafted conversation being picked apart and mused about for their entertainment. He supposed they had been listening carefully, to hear his very shadowed words. He also supposed that he was at fault for speaking them at all, in such a public place. "Naive?" He responded. "Do you recall the last time you did anything of import, independent of some higher force? Some businessman or a leader. Or without their assistance perhaps? The weapons you wield, the power you hold, is a gift from other people. Others who have their own agendas, who have perfectly attuned the system to their desires. They are impenetrable, they hold all the power and only offer it to those who serve them. Why can't we train to use ninjutsu without joining a village's militia? It's because they are afraid of us. It's because they want to own us and refuse insubordination or people outside of their spectrum. They already control us. We are already their slaves, and we must work to survive. The only difference between a slave and a free man in society is the feeling of worthlessness. The degradation. The low expectations. To think otherwise would be, well, naive, wouldn't it?" He wasn't aware of just who Katsu thought he was, and he didn't really care in truth.
Kleine had his way. Others might have their own. In the end all that ideology could survive on, and what it depended on, was power. Kleine had that, and soon he would have enough to fulfill his ambitions. If the people around him could not resist, then he would destroy them or enslave them as he wished.
As for why Kusa-nin were here, he didn't care to answer. There wasn't a real reason, anyhow, other than curiosity. "Perhaps we're here to kill you all," he said. "Maybe we're spies. The Kusakage loves spies, the act of spying. It's not just the information, it's the game. I feel the same way. It's all about stealth, manipulation, the target being entirely unaware of your motives. And then it can grow crude and dark quickly; it can slip into torture, blood for blood. Information for your life. I enjoy that prospect. I could bring it here if I deigned to. Would you like me to spy on you, swordsman?" It was apparently obvious from the moment his mouth opened, to virtually anyone, that Kleine was very much insane.
Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 5:38 pm
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xxxxxLars smiled softly, "basically what he said, I'm mainly here as this kid's muscle," he chuckled. "Relax Katsu, we're only here on business. Our intentions and idealism, as you call it, are our own. It's something we think is justified and just because it may not sit right with you, doesn't mean you can simple voice your opinion without asking first. That and I'm an Sannin, I can go wherever I please...!" He glances back at the two Kiri shinobi
Armand would give a few sideways glances to Katsu as if to say: "These guys, right?". The bell would soon ring with the order that Armand placed. He'd check the bags to make sure they were right. Everything looked good. "Alright, that's everything~" He jabbed a thumb at the two dark and brooding guys. "If they want anything extra you can put it on my tab~".
Armand would start to walk out with the bags in hand. "I hope the whole slavery deal works out for you guys, whatever that may be. I kinda zoned out halfway through. Oh, and the spying. Good luck with that too. I mean, there's really not much to find here. Like, hey, we're here. Ta-da. Mission accomplished, Mist has some people in it." He elbowed his way through the door with the bags in hand and left for the grounds to drop it off.
"Aha, that's true. Well, if you're not going to kill us... well, that's boring," Katsu said, disappointed in the lack of battle. He really wanted to fight someone at his level with all he had, and more. But, he still couldn't go about wrecking havoc in his own village. "Time, however, for myself to leave. If you feel the thirst for battle, or want to spy on the Mist nin, come by the training grounds around here~" the swordsman mused, taking up his take-out and strolling out the door, slow enough to catch any last-minute comments. He gestured Armand to follow, thinking it best to leave those two to their devices for now. Katsu had a feeling the time for a clash between the Sword and Dragon would come, eventually.
He rolled his eyes. Did he really come over here just to probe Kleine about his ideals, briefly, only before leaving? He did not even grab a meal. It was a senseless interrogation, an apprehension that he could not try to reason with. The Hoshigaki did not watch him as he left. His eyes returned to Lars. "These people are all annoying," he said plainly. "Good luck with your spying. I hope slavery works out for you. We're just people here in Mist. No secrets, right? It's like they're begging to get blown up. Posers." He supposed they had their own pride, their own ideologies. Their cultural differences from Kusa. Kleine didn't expect to think like them. But they were rather condescending in the way they spoke. And why? Were they any special? He did not feel that. He didn't sense the clear, spellbinding magnetism from each of them as he did from others; from the Kusakage, from Lars, from the talent of Kusa. They were a horde of weaklings.
"I'm not here to spy, or to kill. I'm here to see, experience the nation. Witness its people. Learn about them. I am as a tourist would be, here. Just a dilettante. And you? My partner in crime. You said I was patient, but you've listened to me ramble more than I give you credit for." The shinobi leaned forward, and offered him a hug. It was a sort of mannish one, an aggressive grab followed by a pat on the back. He wasn't into that feminine s**t, with the security and the tenderness. From over his shoulder, he whispered into the older man's ear, and said: "Thanks." Just like that. He pulled away, his hands still slightly latched onto Lars' shoulders. "I expect we're going to be partners in crime for a very long time. Maybe for all our years. Would you like to enjoy your time with me?" He asked. His eyes had a look that spoke slightly beyond his words: would you like me to enjoy you?
