Let our story begin [Arrival]
Reggie Bell-Bottom Jr.
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|Subject: Let our story begin [Arrival] Sun 29 Mar 2015, 6:48 am|| |
|When the bell above the door rang, the woman sitting at the desk lifted her head to see who had entered. He closed the door behind him not letting the door slam. Usually she became annoyed by those who simply let the door go. It made a thunderous noise that echoed through the entire lobby. She had told her manager to get that door fixed, but of course he was too stingy to even consider fixing the door. What was it that he said? It gave the place a unique flavor? Sure, she thought. A door that could wake half the motel certainly gave them the unique flavor of being a three star motel rather than a four star.|
Still, the large man was kind enough to close the door softly so that alone gave him a plus one on the scale of "not being a total douchebag". He walked slowly up to the counter. From the way his head was swiveling, he was observing the place, getting the entire layout or feel of the palce. Usually customers who do this give it a stare about, consider in their heads whether they should stay, and then proceed back to the door. That was what she expecting him to do. They always do that.
The place wasn't bad from first glance. Not by any means. It had a nice traditional feel where the doors slid to reveal the rooms and they had mats instead of beds (Although upon request, the customer can ask for a bed). Most of the rooms had a door that slid open to reveal the water garden in the back. It was small, but they had a surprising amount luscious plants and trees that made the motel smell and appear nice during the spring, summer and fall months.
The usual customer around this time of the year didn't want the traditional. They wanted the modern. Lightning Country's economy was booming with more and more cities opening up. That meant more tourism, and more tourism meant more business. People who traveled to this side of country were simply wanderers of the sort. Some were shinobi from Kumogakure and other villages simply wanting that minimalist accommodation that wouldn't draw too much attention. Some were criminals (And they didn't ask whether they were or not because that would put her life in danger), and some were just the roundabout men and women who would pass from time to time.
She wondered what category this man was in. He was certainly a looker. He was dark, a complexion she saw often in Lightning Country. From the way he styled his hair-what were they called? Dreadlocks? He could've appeared from maybe the island countries or somewhere where that style of hair was common. The thick strands of hair fell to his lower back where she saw where the ends of the hair was a light brown. The closer it reached towards his scalp, the darker the hair became. He was wearing a tight tank top, showing off his chest and arms. It hugged around his abdomen and waist revealing his leanness.
He looks like a bodybuilder, she thought. Only, that didn't seem right. He was big and tall, but he didn't look extremely bulky. She saw a few bodybuilders in her life and they looked like the muscles were glued onto their frame. This man moved with a sort of grace that dancers or martial artist had. If she had to guess, he was probably the latter.
The man dropped his travelling bag on the ground. "Hello," he said. It was low and polite. That was good. Polite was certainly good. "I'm hoping to see if you had a room here."
"We have a few rooms open." she said, and smiled. She moved her red hair away from her face. "How long will you be staying?"
He thought for a moment, putting his hand on his beard. He made a face that was complete contemplation. Did she see small dimples on his face? Oh wow, she could see one dimple on his left side and she thought that was the cutest thing ever.
"I'm not sure yet." He replied. "I may be here for a week, maybe two. For now, I'll simply put in a week's worth if that's all right."
She said that would be fine and gave the usual lo-down on payment and what not. She asked for identification and he gave it with a red passport. She opened it up and looked at the photo and the age.
"You're thirty-five?" She exclaimed.
He was pulling out a large sum of cash out of his pocket. Holy- she thought, and then looked up to see a half cocked smile on the man's face. "You would've never of guessed it if you didn't see that."
"You don't look a day over twenty-two."
"You know what they say: Black don't crack." he joked, and she giggled. Oh god, she was giggling like a schoolgirl. He chuckled with her.
"Well, you look mighty good."
"Thank you." He said, and laid down the notes on the table. "Would you prefer I use credit card? I'll gladly use that"
"We don't have a machine just yet. My manager hasn't...well exactly been up to date with the recent days. Cash is fine."
He nodded. She turned around and reach for one of the keys. "Your room will be at the end of the motel. Please, enjoy your stay."
He winked at her. Was that suggestive? It could've been. It had to been."Oh, I will." He said, picking up his bag. "You have a good afternoon."
He turned around and moved towards the exit. She got a good glance of his backside. She had to admit, that was one hell of an ass he had. Maybe this day would be good after all.
Alayasha picked the motel only because it was still in the countryside. It was away from the bigger cities, and certainly away from Kumogakure. He knew that the Raikage had one of the biggest intel networks in the country thanks to the makings of it's rather communistic approach in domination. It was better than the Fourth Raikage's network which he had partially developed. He was impressed, jealous and agitated all in one once he learned about this little set up.
He would keep low, so low that he would be a slug crawling on the ground where he would pass by the pedestrians without being notice kind of low.
Scoping out a motel wasn't exactly hard, but there was a certain art to it.For those who work in the business of travelling,this particular motel had a certain 'cater to everyone' ring. It didn't have a shotty and out of place vibe where it could be hub for the black market individuals to hang around. It also didn't have a high and mighty feel like they solely took in regular shinobi. It was perfect. Not too high key and not too low. It was the perfect place to blend.
When he entered into the motel, he saw that it took on the traditional format, which was something that reminded Alayasha of home. The women who was sitting at the desk was someone in her early to mid twenties, red hair, short and petite. She was pretty in a country girl/girl-next-door. He noticed he was looking at him, examining him from head to toe. He was wearing something he would wear if he was going out to the beach or something he wear to train. The temperature did rise as he got closer to Lightning Country so he did lighten the load he was wearing and placed it in the travel bag he bought in Fire Country.
So he was revealing a bit of skin, which she didn't mind soaking it in. This could be a good and bad thing about him. His appearance had an exotic look, and because of his features, he was certainly one to stand out of the crowd. Bad, because if he did something significantly, they could surely point him out. His uniqueness worked when he wanted to be charming and suave. On country girls like the receptionist, it worked like s fly to honey.
She didn't make him answer too many questions. She gave him the usual line of questioning of how long he would be staying, and the identification. He gave her one of his many passports, and paid her up front. He also saw that look of amazement when he pulled out his money. He wondered if he would get special treatment if he kept up the sweet guy act. It would certainly make this trip pleasurable. He could probably coax her to sleep him if he really tried. No, that would lead to too many questions that he didn't want to answer. He wanted to keep his casualty list on the low to non-existent. He kept himself sweet and kind, from the time he entered in to the time he thanked her and made his way to his room.
He slid the door open and locked it so no one could get in. He settled and cleaned himself off. He took a cold shower, washed his face, and oiled his scalped with Jojoba and Castor oil. When he was done, he left out of his room and made his way to the small town. He didn't see much traffic at the moment. He looked at his watch and saw that it was a quarter past three. It may pick up later, but he had his doubts whether that would happen. This place was a pass through town. Once the traveler made his business by restocking on food or laying to rest after a day or two of travelling, they would stock up and continue to move on. A good place to stay for the week until his intel came in.
He went inside a small bar. Ah, the smell of fresh beer and stale beer was always the welcoming smells of any good bar and went to the table. 3:15 and needing a drink? Not exactly. It was one of the places he went to whenever he wanted some information.
He sat down in one of the bar stools and the bartender came up, short and had a amber skin tone. "What will you have?"
"Let me have a shot of gin and a large glass of water. Thirstier than a mutha fucka in this heat, doe." He said, putting on the feign voice of someone born in the ghetto.
The bartender moved with precision getting a large glass and filling it with water and slid it over to Alayasha. He caught it with one hand without looking as he was scanning over the small bar. This had a nice traditional feel to it. It reminded him of the bar Hiroshi and him use to go whenever they wanted to have a good ole fashion. He heard the shot glass slide on the wood paneling. It slowed hitting the water glass making the softest clink noise possible.
"You the man." Alayasha said. He grabbed his water first and took a sip of it.
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Mon 30 Mar 2015, 5:02 am|| |
Traveling down a path in the lightning Country, the criminal was not sure what he had planned for his day. He just felt like seeing the areas to find different stuff to check if there was something, he could do in this country. The criminal was in a god mood today, nothing bothered him for the time he spent in the lighting country. The criminal did not really have to deal with annoying shinobi for that matter. Yet he still met a few that were both troublesome and kind. Nothing bothered the criminal as he ventured through the path, looking up at the clear sky. Rukasu was never appropriately dressed for the weather. He still wore his good clean clothes for any day that passed, hot or cold. The criminal never mind at all, as he wore his grey shirt, red vest, black pants, and that long black trench coat. He wore his black and red shoes, as the criminal had on his black with red top hat tilted downward to cover the criminal's eyes with a shade from the sun above him. The criminal also had his trusted partner, the giant red sword on his back, as he continued to walk down a path that would soon reach a small city.
The criminal notice the buildings up ahead of him as he walked down this path. He wondered what this little city would have to please the criminal's needs. He did not know what to expect when he walked into the city. He noticed the people were looking at him with weird looks as he passed by them. Rukasu was used it by now since he figured that people are not use to seeing a guy with white skin, red eyes with black slits, and bright bloody red hair walking with a giant red sword. He realized this a while back and it did not bother him after he figured it out since he enjoyed his look no matter what anyone said about him. The criminal walked up to this vendor that was selling weapons, as he looked at each weapon the guy was hesitate to talk to him.
"How may... *Cough*... How may I help you sir, Sorry about that." The person behind the counter said as sweat was starting to accumulate on his face not knowing what was about to happen next. Rukasu only smiled as he notice the person being nervous which he enjoyed watching. The thrill of people being scared of the unknown was something he loved to watch. He thought about just messing with the guy, to have some fun or to get rid of this boredom.
"What do you have for swords?" Rukasu said as he glared into the guy's eyes. More sweat accumulated as he took a big gulp of his saliva. He turned around walked over to this closet, opened it, grabbed this regular katana, and then showed it to Rukasu. The criminal grabbed it walked back a feet or two, and examine the blade. Then in an instant, he swung it over straight at the guy. The point of the blade was right a few inches away from the guy's neck. This guy's face turned pale quickly, his eyes widen, and that look when he thought he just died. He was so scared other people were staring at the two wondering what was going to happen next. "What the hell do you take me for? I like big swords, and you give me this regular katana to piss me off." Rukasu said as the guy quickly shook his head and started to tear up a little bit. In a quick action, he swung the blade around his head and pierced it into the table in front of the criminal. The guy took a step backward with both hands behind him.
"I’m sorry I can’t help you but I am closing now. Goodbye!" The guy said as he cut the string holding the blanket to cover the store right before Rukasu. The criminal smiled, as he knew that was a bit rude until his nose picked up an awful smell. This guy soiled himself and that made Rukasu's day. The criminal ended up walking away looking for something else to do, and that is when he seen this bar on the other side of him. The criminal never really walked into a bar since he was still underage, but at his point in life, he did not give two craps about it. He walked into the bar and everyone went silent. They all looked at the criminal and then they went back to doing whatever it was that they were doing. Rukasu walked in and sat down in the corner where it was the darkest spot of the bar. He placed his giant sword next to him leaning against the wall as a server walked up to him at the same time Rukasu lit his cigarette.
"Excuse me, you can't smoke here, and is there anything I can get you?" She asked the criminal hoping that he would listen, but he still smoked so she left it as it was since there was no reason to start trouble with someone that has a look of a killer. The criminal looked up to her as he smoked his cigarette. He knew that he did not care about what she said but Rukasu was somewhat hungry, and he needed to figure out what he wanted to eat.
"Something to eat with meat please." Rukasu said as he continued to smoke his cigarette. The criminal looked around as the women left back behind the bar. He noticed that the people were still staring at him but there was no point in starting trouble. Rukasu focused his chakra sensory for this area to see if there was any one worthy being in this bar. There was no body worth even mentioning at all. The criminal wasted his time coming to this place but there was no point in leaving without getting something to eat. Rukasu waited to get his food, as he felt this powerful Chakra Coming from outside. This Chakra was so massive it made Rukasu think twice about it, but he's curiosity blew up. He noticed this tall dark man with dreadlocks walking into the bar. This guys chakra still stand out even if it muddled with the regular people around. Rukasu watched him carefully, to see what he was going to do.
"Let me have a shot of gin and a large glass of water. Thirstier than a mutha fucka in this heat, doe." He said as Rukasu quickly noticed how he talked differently. Rukasu could not tell where this guy came from since there was nothing on this guy showing he was from a village. Was he a criminal or a wanderer? Rukasu for some reason needed to know if this person was friendly or foe and if foe then it would be smart to get out of there before anything bad was going to happen.
Soon after, he had said something else to the bartender, and now Rukasu was going to have to make a choice. Either talk to this guy and hope for the best or get out of there while he still can. As he smoked from his cigarette, letting out an exhale he looked at the guy, "Hehe Someone as strong as you walks into a bar for a drink of water. It may seem that you are here for other reasons or maybe you are here for a drink." Rukasu said in a sinister tone and loud enough for the guy to hear. The criminal did not know what was going to happen next but he had better make sure that he did not end up dead after showing a strong person some kindness. "Come over here and lets talk." Rukasu chuckled, as he did not know what he was going to do except for winging it. Rukasu waited for the guy with the dreadlocks to reply to him, as he continued to smoke his cigarette.
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Reggie Bell-Bottom Jr.
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Mon 30 Mar 2015, 6:08 am|| |
|The water refreshed him. Cool and hydrating with every little sip. He drank slowly until the coldness from the water gave him a slight headache and set it down on the counter. He saw the bartender's eyes glance over to his left which was Alayasha's right. He glanced over and saw a young man sitting there who had the very omnious vibe to him. He said, in a very low and almost dark tone "Hehe, someone as strong as you walks into a bar for a drink of water. It may seem that you are here for other reasons or maybe you are here for a drink." |
Oooohhh, and what do we have here? He could see that he was young just by his face. He wasn't a young teenager, but it certainly not wasn't around the age of twenty-five or twenty-six. His face was transition to that look, but he would have a few years before he would have the more adult look. He had to be nineteen, twenty-one at the earliest. The young man beckoned him over.
Alayasha raised an eyebrow. He pondered whether that would be a good idea or not. This wasn't the first time he had sat with a stranger and drank liquid courage or regular water. It was more the fact that the man was doing more than drawing attention to himself that could put Alayasha in a rather risky position. Alayasha, despite his size and the chakra that was close to a bijuu, he kept himself in a position where he stood in the shadow. He did not appear menacing, he did not appear harmful, he appeared like a man.
This man? He was quite the opposite almost to the T. Shorter than Alayasha, probably weighed just as less, and had an aura about him that made feel like he was a moving haunted house. Bad juju followed this man, that Alayasha could see. He took a short glance around the bar and saw there was very few who was in there. They would certainly remember their faces if they gave a damn or if someone asked them questions. It appears he'll have to make this a short trip.
What did he have to lose? Nothing, as a matter of fact. He would simply have to be cautious the next city or town he stopped in. He got up from his chair, picked up his water glass and shot glass of gin and walked over to the young man. When he sat down next to him, he got a glance of his eyes.
The color of his eyes were red, but that wasn't what caught his eye initially. It was the slits, narrow like the eyes of a snake. He could've asked if they were contacts, but he doubted that. They looked natural and genetic. Did he have a mutation? That could be. He met a variety of men and women who had mutations of the eyes. Some turned blood red like the a lunar eclipse or pure white like the snow of winter. Even Alayasha's eyes were a mutation of the sort. Starlight revolved in his eyes. Stars, revolving worlds, galaxies, black holes all moved within his eyes if one had the chance to look deep in them. To the person just doing a bit of superficial look at his eyes, they were black with tiny specs of white in them.
"I thought that coming to a bar," he started, motioning to the bartender that they were ok. "I would be able to get some information from the bartenders. Usually, towns like these, bartenders are pretty good at fulfilling your information needs." He chuckled. "Well, some of them are. There are the rare occasions where they can get drunk and then they tell you a story about how he tripped and fell face first on the bar smacking his head so hard that he fell unconscious and when he woke up, all of his merchandise was gone. That sort of information is sort of useless and doesn't help you."
The cigarette smoke was a bit off putting, but Alayasha wasn't going to be the one to tell him to put it out. It acted as a barrier for any ears that wanted to listen in on this The bartender, who was still looking over nervously, kept his distance and was trying to keep himself away from the group while at the same listen in.
He decided to 'lighten' the conversation up a bit. Not raise his voice exactly, but rather be friendly and welcoming. At least, until Alayasha determined how he was going to proceed with this walking haunted house. "I came here for information. Information is the game, and as a entrepreneur, it is info that gets you ahead of the game or behind it. Tell me, my friend. What brings you into the neighborhood? You certainly have a..." he made a circling gesture with his hands "...ominous look to you. You look like you're gonna bite someone's head off and then eat their balls for dessert."
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Wed 01 Apr 2015, 7:17 am|| |
After Rukasu said, what he said to get the attention of the person that had a very strong aura about him. This was a risky task but since he walked in the bar friendly, there was a chance that he was going to be friendly as well. Rukasu could have easily killed the bartender acting scared trying to signal that person about Rukasu. However, the criminal did not care, as he noticed that the guy looked over to Rukasu. Just by the look of this character was amazing, he could just tell that this guy had been to many places of the world. Since Rukasu wanted to know more about people, with their actions as he thought about trying to talk to someone that had experience in life. The tall guy stood up and grabbed his drinks as he walked over to Rukasu's table. The guy sat down as they got a closer look at each other. The table was a decent size, as the two people could place both arms on the table for an arm wrestling match.
The guy started talking while telling the bartender that everything was all right. He talked about how information was what he came to bars for and how some information are either good or bad. This person came for information but the criminal could not even think to understand about his reason to come to the bar. The criminal thought about what kind of information someone could get at a bar and that was something he would have to end up asking this guy in a few minutes. For each other minute, the criminal quickly glanced over at the bartender as the criminal then looked back at this person in front of him. Rukasu kept on looking over at the bartender wondering what his deal was, but to ignore it he focused on the person in front of him.
If this bartender looks at me once more, I will kill him. No stop you must not act like that. You do not know if this guy is from a village. Rukasu thought to himself, as he knew he was right and that was the biggest risk of all. What if the guy read the bingo book or he knew about the criminal from people's ears. There was so much high risk in the air, but they both knew that taking risk was a part of the game. What is this guy looking for? He said something about information but he talks about the bartenders knowing a lot and a little. Would I be able to get information from bartenders as well? Rukasu thought to himself as he listened to the guy in front of him.
"I came here for information. Information is the game, and as a entrepreneur, it is info that gets you ahead of the game or behind it. Tell me, my friend. What brings you into the neighborhood? You certainly have a..." the person in front of Rukasu, made a circling gesture with his hands "...ominous look to you. You look like you're gonna bite someone's head off and then eat their balls for dessert." this guy said as Rukasu eyes widen a bit, and it took him a second to comprehend what just happened and started laughing his ass off. This guy was on point with his stuff as he looked back at Rukasu. It seemed he wanted to lighten the mood, and it worked well.
"Hehehehe, I must say you got me good with your view on me. I like it, it fits me. I am new to the Lightning Country I must say, and ..... Oh sorry I forgot to mention my name." Rukasu laughed some more as he wanted to take the nice route about this meeting to see where it goes. In addition, the criminal's voice was very sinister as he talked to this guy. “My name is Rukasu, and I am from the water country. I traveled to the fire country and now to the lightning. I also seek information. I watch people, as they are free to make decisions. I want to know if they are worthy to keep being free or have someone control them. I am travelling this world to find out that answer. Now what about you stranger? What is this Information you seek?" Rukasu said, as he could not believe that he was having a normal conversation with someone and there was no fighting involved. The criminal did not want to ask him about his actions but at the same time, he did not want to ruin it. Rukasu knew he stood out as someone evil and here is this guy cracking jokes. Rukasu was as confused from this as he just let it slide as well to see where things were going to go. Rukasu waited to see who this guy really is or will this guy not prefer to give out his name then the criminal would look dumb for nothing, but on the same note the criminal did not give out his last name. It was honestly a precaution measure since Rukasu is who he is and his DNA is important to him. However, there will be a chance for this person to know who Rukasu really is, but they needed to start someone where for the trust to be in play.
In an instant Rukasu, thought of something that would help him get somewhat a better understanding of who he is talking to in this little meeting. His evil smile went from one side of his face to the other side as he first turned off his cigarette at the end of the table, then he place his right elbow in front of him with his arm vertical. “Let’s have an arm wrestling match, since I can already tell you’re strong and I want to see who is stronger. Also, it will be fun, hehehe” He chuckled after saying that wondering if this guy would not mind playing little game of his. A game to see who was stronger, and show each other where they stand on a pedestal. Rukasu’s blood boiled since he had never arm-wrestled anyone but for some reason he could tell that, this would be something worth wild.
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Wed 01 Apr 2015, 8:15 am|| |
|He was reading the walking haunted house. His eyes moved to the bartender, then back to Alayasha. Did his eyes just do the thing reptiles did when they were trying to focus in on something? He thought it might've, but that could've been his imagination. What wasn't his imagination was that shift in the man's aura. The shift from killer to semi-normal, to malicious, to humorous, back to the killer. Shifting personalities? No, not personalities. More like swings in mood. Not quite bi polar, but not quite dissociative identity disorder. Alayasha made a mental note in his head.|
The man introduced himself. "My name is Rukasu and I am from the water country. I traveled to the fire country and now to the lightning...."
The name did not ring any bells. Not at first. His mind was reeling with the man's shifts. Then, once the name started to alert the bells in his head, he began to realize who this young man was.
Hebi, Rukasu. Former shinobi of Kirigakure no Sato.
Yes, now he remembered who he was. He couldn't put a face to him at first because the last time he saw a picture of Rukasu, he was still a young teenager in the files he kept on former shinobi of the village. He certainly leaned out a bit in the face, but he didn't look as blood thirsty as he did in his last pic. He still had that child-like look, someone who just lost most of his childhood dreams and innocence. Just a few years later, and here he was looking like the walking haunted house.
He kept it in one of his filing cabinets as individuals who were put on watched. Him and a few other shinobi were put into this particular file known to Alayasha as "The Potentials." He gave it that codename only because they had the potential of causing an uprising in some village somewhere or some country.
Would he had attacked Kirigakure? Probably. It was hard to say. He was trying to remember the young man's case file, but it was coming up a blank. His mind must of deleted this bit of information in his mental filing cabinet. He should've taken his assistant's advice and sealed all the information away in some small pocket dimension so that if the information was ever compromised, he could easily retrieved it. He cursed to himself for not doing it himself, and he cursed himself again for not teaching Kia fuuinjutsu.
It wasn't hard to determined that Rukasu seem to be handling his insanity. If he was a part of his clan, Alayasha would've determined that the infinite colors of their chakra would be limited to two colors: Red and Black. Blood and death was what Alayasha saw, and those who were worshippers of these things were usually excommunicated. The House of Kuro were ones who been through war, but they were not ones who enjoyed the taste of it. Worst case scenario, they would've beheaded this poor young man before he reached his thirteenth birthday.
He heard him Rukasu ask what sort of information he was seeking. Would he disclose this bit of information to the young Hebi? Well, Alayasha knew he was talking to a criminal. A criminal who was, well more or less clinically insane. He learned early in his life that criminals took on a few sorts of classifications. A lot of criminals take on the one-man-show approach. They do things their way, by their books. They were a living bible and they would certainly be preaching the good sermon with either their fist, a blade, or whatever weapon they chose. They weren't ones to follow a person because they follow their desires.
Rukasu would be in that category. If Alayasha told him the reason why he had come to Lightning Country, Rukasu would either leave, follow, or attempt to kill him. Very few do the latter, but those who do are usually filled with surprise how smooth and quick Alayasha's hands move to grab their head and snap it before they could blink.
He took risky investments in the past. Some of which reaped him with plenty of rewards while others have given him the emptiness like the desert sands of his home. This, he believed, would give him a good benefit.
Rukasu, suddenly, put his elbow on the table. “Let’s have an arm wrestling match, since I can already tell you’re strong and I want to see who is stronger. Also, it will be fun, hehehe”
Alayasha smiled. His eyes also glanced at the taut muscles in his arm. He was by no means a big man. Just from observing him, he was no bigger than 160 pounds, and that was being generous. He had no doubt he was physically strong. He could be a taijutsu user or a bukijutsu user. Either way, his focus is the body.
This would not help Alayasha in the long run. He didn't care about Rukasu's individual strength. Rather, he was curious about something else. He looked and saw that what sparse amount of people were in the bar were gone. He leaned in close to whisper "You know what would also be fun?" he had a wicked smile on him. His eyes pointed to the bartender, who hadn't exactly lost his interest in the conversation, but he was far from hearing what Alayasha had to say. "That bartender over there. He's been looking at this table for awhile. I wonder what he heard. I wonder what he'll see if we were to...arm wrestle. Think of it. He'll see that we were probably shinobi. Assume that we're nukenin. After all, it's not every day an ominous man and a wanderer walk into a bar. It's like a bad setup for a joke. Sooner or later, he'll use that information to the highest bidder. That's the thing about bartenders. They're a double edged sword. They're usually ones who have a lot of information, but they don't know when to shut their fucking mouths. Money talks for them."
He leaned in so he was whispering in Rukasu's ear. Alayasha's voice was not evil, but rather seductive. A type of charm that most shinobi could not do. Or rather, they chose not to use. "I know you've been staring at him. Wanting to kill him. It's almost tempting, is it not? To rid of a problem that could come back and bite you in the ass. The thing about information, and about people like him. Sometimes you have to put it in its place."
His tone, still seductive, still tempting. He was feeding the monster inside Rukasu's head. If he was powerful as that aura said, then this would give him a good demonstration. "There is no one here to watch. Very few people walk by around this time, because this isn't a place where you stay for awhile. It will be easy to kill him. Show me how you would kill him, Rukasu. Show me how you would make this man bleed. I want to see your strength."
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Thu 02 Apr 2015, 5:43 am|| |
After Rukasu requested to have an arm wrestling match, the man smiled as he had another idea for the criminal. He had this wicked smile, which Rukasu thought was something interesting. He knew there was something crazy about this man but he could not put his finger on it. As this man's eyes were looking to the side where the bartender was located, he leaned forward to whisper to Rukasu in his ear. "That bartender over there. He's been looking at this table for awhile. I wonder what he heard. I wonder what he'll see if we were to...arm wrestle. Think of it. He'll see that we were probably shinobi. Assume that we're nukenin. After all, it's not every day an ominous man and a wanderer walk into a bar. It's like a bad setup for a joke. Sooner or later, he'll use that information to the highest bidder. That's the thing about bartenders. They're a double edged sword. They're usually ones who have a lot of information, but they don't know when to shut their fucking mouths. Money talks for them."
The man said as Rukasu understood what he said and he did not want people to know that the mass murderer Rukasu Hebi is in the Lightning Country. The criminal just realized he said his name aloud and the bartender could have heard him. "I know you've been staring at him. Wanting to kill him. It's almost tempting, is it not? To rid of a problem that could come back and bite you in the ass. The thing about information, and about people like him. Sometimes you have to put it in its place."
He whispered in Rukasu's ear saying what he just and this made a lot of sense. He is right, I do want to kill him because of those ugly eyes of his always staring at me like he has a problem, but does he really need the information on me about anything. I know I could kill him easily, but what would that help me gain in this life. I have been trying to do the right thing but I also can't make myself look stupid either.
Rukasu thought to himself, as he kept on thinking about what he just said about the things he was going to say as well. The criminal kept thinking if he should kill this guy or not. He did not know what to do until the man said this right into his ear being seductive and that was a bit weird for the criminal. However, it was working in some strange way. "There is no one here to watch. Very few people walk by around this time, because this isn't a place where you stay for awhile. It will be easy to kill him. Show me how you would kill him, Rukasu. Show me how you would make this man bleed. I want to see your strength."
The man said and from that moment Rukasu shut down and his insanity was free to determine the death of this bartender.
His eyes so wide with his eye balls so small, a smile so wide it seemed that the criminal has lost it. Rukasu was the type of person to have fun when he kills and this was something he was going to have to show this man how he kills someone. However, the man might not like the methods of this criminal but at the same time Rukasu could have cared less. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! You do have a dark side in you. I knew there was something about you that would interest me. Now I hope you don't mind how graphic but I am also lazy so I will just do it without getting out of my seat."
Rukasu said as he already knew how he was going to kill this bartender. It was rather easy as the criminal opened his mouth just a bit so his tongue was showing. Then in about a few seconds Rukasu's tongue wrapped around the neck of the bartender. Squeezing the life out of him, as the bartender started to grasp for air but it was too late. "You wont get.... away... with... this...."
The bartender said as he still grasp for air, but Rukasu used his tongue to snap his neck in half. After the bartender died, Rukasu retracted his tongue and laughed about the whole thing. He knew it was not an awesome kill but the man did just ask to kill him. He did not ask how, and Rukasu looked at the man once again. "Would you like to leave this place since its closed now. Hehehe, I wonder how long would it take people to find out. Blah I just realized his neck tasted like cheap cologne. What is wrong with poeple these days, just makes me want to control them. So what are you about to do, my day is free all day."
Rukasu said as he went backed to normal. He knew the bartender was a criminal from long ago and that was why he was at the bar. He had plan on killing him from the beginning but what he did not plan was a strong stranger that walked into the bar. Rukasu still would not if this person would change his life or not. The criminal would have to wait to see how this meeting would unfold for the both of them.
Rukasu could have killed this bartender many different ways but the criminal was acting lazy but who can tell people that they have killed without moving. Rukasu used his long tongue for the first time in a long time, and this was a special treat for the man in front of him. Rukasu knew that there was something about a person that will help Rukasu push his limits further in order for the criminal to achieve greater things. Rukasu was no push over so he was going to see what was going to happen next in this conversation.
- The Kill without the Head coming out:
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Thu 02 Apr 2015, 8:05 am|| |
|He leaned back in his chair and simply counted down to when the blood party was going to begin|
He made a mental click in his head the moment he saw Rukasu eyes slit. There was no thinking, no real reasoning to say no. It was the insanity talking to him. It moaned and begged to be released. Rukasu obliged with a laughter that made the bartender turn to face them. "You do have a dark side in you. I knew there was something about you that would interest me. Now I hope you don't mind how graphic but I am also lazy so I will just do it without getting out of my seat."
He would've objected about the dark side. He was neither 'dark' or 'light', but what was the point of arguing over the semantics of duality. He simply folded his arms and watched what Rukasu was going to do. Rukasu opened up his jaw wide. Alayasha thought he was going to unhinge itself. It didn't, but he looked as if he was going to swallow something whole. Well, if I had any doubts about his lineage...
The tongue shot out of his mouth and wrapped around the bartender's neck. The man was probably shocked, stunned that He saw the bartender's hands move up to the wet tongue, trying to get a good grip on it. It was naught, Alayasha knew. The strength of that tongue was cutting away the circulation from the head fast. He could see the bartender's face go from red, then to a light blue. He tried gasping for air, but all that came out of his mouth was a choke and spit. He spoke the futile words of "You...wont...get...away...with...this..."
Oh he would. They would. Alayasha knew immediately that he would certainly do some cleaning up later. Clear his name, bribe some people of this event, say that the bartender decided to up and leave (if the bartender wasn't the owner that is), and back to business.
There was a snap. The man's head limped to the side. If Alayasha had to guess, the part that broke was the C1, C2, and C3. That was one hell of a snap. The bartender's face was filled with utter horror and shock as he must've realized that his life was over. Forty plus years all gone in a waste, and he spent it in a bar. He was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with a man who cared very little about the casualties.
"Incredible." Alayasha said in his native tongue. "This is the ability of the Hebi Clan. The mesh with man and snake is something fascinating and yet terrible." Rukasu was still laughing at this point. That laughter was one part happiness, one part insanity, and the last part was partially relieve. It was the sort of happiness one gets when they take on the sweet trip of heroin or the taste of ecstasy. This was pleasurable, if not for the moment. He was more than happy to fulfill this bloodlust.
Alayasha answered, returning to the universal language. "My day is also free. I was planning to just go ahead and probably relax, but you certainly brighten my day up." this fact was true. Rukasu, despite his mental state, had a surprising charm to him. Alayasha stood up from the stool and downed the water. He looked at the gin, contemplated whether he wanted to drink or not, then decided to pour it on the bartender. "Come, walk with me. I believe I'll be talking a lot, and walking helps me talk."
Alayasha walked out of the bar along with Rukasu. He had switched the open sign to off, and then proceeded to walk down the street. Again, not a single person was around. At least, not till later this evening. They would have plenty of time to talk.
He turned to look down at Rukasu. As he guessed it, he was around 5'8. With the boots he was wearing, it gave him an inch or so making him look 5'10. He appeared average, but that's where the assumption end. This was a good time to start explaining as they were walking. Their path would take them further into town and probably out into the forest. This gave them some time to gather intel on their surroudnings. If not for Rukasu, then for Alayasha himself.
"I'll start by saying that I'm a businessman, Rukasu-san. I own a few white market businesses, meaning they are under control of the government of the country. I own a great amount of black market businesses that ranges from weapon selling to certain off-limit produce and I invest into businesses that draws in a great deal of passive income. Needless to say, this has made a very wealthy individual. I did this all when I was younger, about your age of fact. I did this aggressively, and made sure I was dominant through each market, throughout each country, Shinobi country and every other country in this world. By the time I was twenty-three, I was so wealthy that I didn't have to work for anyone. No village, no organization, I didn't need to serve anyone. There are few who can compete with me, and even few that dare to. If they wanted to compete, they know that I have the ability to destroy them and their wealth. I was an entity that could do, well, just about anything."
His eyes began to look around a bit, and his brain was taking as many mental notes as it could while talking. The town was just a port town, a place where people would come to simply rest. He was right on that assumption. There were a few places like a public park, a small little library, and a few small mom and pop shops. The hotel towards the beginning of the town was the only notable place that had any real charm to it, but that was it. They were moving towards the other side of town towards the forest which would give him some semblance of peace.
"Do you know what makes any person powerful, Rukasu?" He asked this not for Rukasu to answer. "Not the skills they wield, not the wealth they obtained, not the influence they have on people, not even their position in life." He shook his head. "No, what makes someone powerful is their will. The greatest artist envisions his masterpiece and he puts his will into it, and it becomes the greatest thing in the world. If the will is strong, it can do anything and everything. Like our little murder in that bar. That, my friend, is what the power of will does. That is the test of strength, my young friend. I seduced, and you were swoon. I read you like a book and used my skill and will to manipulate. That is the true testament of what can happen when you put your will into anything. "
He didn't know whether Rukasu was keeping up or not, but he did not want to belittle the man's intelligence. He's insane, but not a slave to that insanity. He showed he was able to control it back at the bar. He continued. "For awhile, I simply didn't mind the wealth. It was nice to have, didn't have to work for anyone really. I've been advisors to certain leaders, and became investors to certain countries that needed wealth."I also been one to destroy countries if they decide to piss off the wrong people but he wasn't going to add that in. At least, not at first. "But then I realized something. Something about the shinobi world that caused the little grey cells in my head to whisper. I saw that the shinobi world was out of balance. Balance is necessary for life to progress. The shinobi world is unstable here, and because it is unstable, it causes great shifts to different countries. I, as a man who loves balance, do not like that." He strained that last bit. It made it seem like it pained him in knowing that the imbalance in the world was causing some ulcer-like pain.
"So, like great men before who wants to change the world, I put myself in that category and I am attempting to do just that. But I do not think I can do this alone. Not without the aid of good allies and those who also want to change this world." He smiled warmly. "It's probably why we met. You also have that drive, but you just need a bit of an edge to get ahead, yes?"
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Fri 03 Apr 2015, 11:00 pm|| |
After Rukasu killed the bartender, the man in front of him was amazed. The criminal felt better but was this something that he needed to do, was there a cure in the world to stop him from killing. It was hard to tell but the criminal impressed this man and that was the whole plan. Rukasu heard the man telling him that he has the whole day free, which led to the man getting up from his chair and pouring gin on the bartender. Rukasu grabbed his giant sword, putting it back on his back, then walking out of the bar, and the man switching the sign to close. Rukasu walked with this man not knowing what was going to happen or what could happen. It was a risk he was willing to take, the criminal just waited for this man to say something about him or anything that would help Rukasu in some way. Rukasu then realized he left the bar without eating, which pissed him off, but in the end, he was not going to eat the food. Rather, he was going to throw it in the waitress face. He wanted to have a laugh but instead the criminal laughed at other things so it balanced itself out really well. As they were walking, the criminal kept his eyes straight but at the same time, he watched the man that was next to him. No one was around so the criminal was going to think of the worse but at the same time think if things that could happen that would benefit Rukasu.
"I'll start by saying that I'm a businessman, Rukasu-san. I own a few white market businesses, meaning they are under control of the government of the country. I own a great amount of black market businesses that ranges from weapon selling to certain off-limit produce and I invest into businesses that draws in a great deal of passive income. This has made a very wealthy individual. I did this all when I was younger, about your age of fact. I did this aggressively, and made sure I was dominant through each market, throughout each country, Shinobi country and every other country in this world. By the time I was twenty-three, I was so wealthy that I didn't have to work for anyone. No village, no organization, I didn't need to serve anyone. There are few who can compete with me, and even few that dare to. If they wanted to compete, they know that I have the ability to destroy them and their wealth. I was an entity that could do, well, just about anything." The man said as Rukasu turned his head to look at him not caring about his surroundings at all. Rukasu now knew that this man had lots of money, which made him powerful. The more he talked, the more Rukasu was interested in hearing what the man had to say. "Do you know what makes any person powerful, Rukasu?" The man said as Rukasu did not even have a chance to say something about it. However, the criminal thought about it in his mind and this with so much excitement through his blood, he wanted to hear the truth about power. "Not the skills they wield, not the wealth they obtained, not the influence they have on people, not even their position in life." The man said to Rukasu and this was some information that he clearly needed. The criminal searched for power for many years, since he met Mokuzai back in the Water Country. Mokuzai told Rukasu to venture the world in search for power.
What was that power he spoke of years ago? I see this man knows a lot about many things in this world. I would need to listen more about what he has to say, Rukasu thought to himself as he looked over to the man that was just about to say another thing that might help Rukasu even more. The criminal notice the man shook his head right before he was going to talk.
"No, what makes someone powerful is their will. The greatest artist envisions his masterpiece and he puts his will into it, and it becomes the greatest thing in the world. If the will is strong, it can do anything and everything. Like our little murder in that bar. That, my friend, is what the power of will does. That is the test of strength, my young friend. I seduced, and you were swoon. I read you like a book and used my skill and will to manipulate. That is the true testament of what can happen when you put your will into anything." The man with the dreads said as Rukasu eyes widen as his newfound knowledge could help him further his goals in life. Was this man saying that Rukasu was stronger than he thinks? Rukasu wondered where he found his information and how he got to the conclusion. Was this man right? Rukasu had no other choice but to listen to him more and find out his answer in the end.
The man talked about his wealth and about how he wanted balance in this world. He said something about the world not balanced and he wanted to change that. He also said how shinobi of this world are the reason why this world is unbalanced. This man cared about balanced and the criminal thought about the same things. The criminal wanted to know how people were in this world and how they acted with the freedom that they have. Rukasu felt that he needed to go into more research about the shinobi of this world. This man wanted to change the world and he needed help doing so. Rukasu looked at him for a moment while they walked out of the town as he heard every word he just said and this was something the criminal needed to think about, which would only mean he might consider his offer.
I understand where this man is coming from, but what is he going to do about the change, and this man needs my help. Rukasu thought to himself as he still looking at the man, wondering if what he said was the truth or not, and the criminal knowing that whatever came out his mouth next should be the truth. “Honestly, I want to take over a village. I want to become the kage they need. I see how you talked about balance of this world, which I understand. It is the same reason I have been traveling this world. I watched different shinobi of this world, just to figure out if they are abusing the freedom that they have in their hands. If I was ruler of a village, I will decide to either let them live their free lives under close supervision, or become a dictator to make rules on how to live their lives. I still don’t know what to decide, as long as I am a ruler of one of the villages I will show the world to never mess with me.” Rukasu said with a calm sinister voice, as he ended up looking straight ahead, as the two kept on walking into the forest.
“I know you need my help, but I may need your help one day as well. What is it you want me to do? Also are there others you have under your wing.” Rukasu finally said as they kept on walking into the forest.
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Sat 04 Apr 2015, 10:01 am|| |
|That seem to silence Alayasha for a brief moment. It was what Rukasu said. Dictatorship was something of an iffy subject in the eyes of The Creed. They don't necessarily frown upon the notion of a country given all the power to one individual. The only time it becomes a problem is when that one individual isn't under the control of The Creed. The only example that Alayasha could think of was the Sandaime Mizukage, Yamanaka Inoshi. If he was under their control, they wouldn't of batted an eye on Kirigakure. That, in turn, would've left Alayasha still under the regime of the Raikage and he would probably still be serving the Raikage till this day.|
He was honest to say that he didn't necessarily care what the Mizukage of that regime did, as long as he didn't affect him. He, like most people who were sort of apathetic to political talk, only cared about it if it dealt with him personally. If he wasn't a part of The Creed, his outlook would've changed significantly.
Nevertheless, it wasn't strange to hear Rukasu say that. He wanted to be a leader. He felt he was strong, persuasive, ambitious, charming to an extent. Alayasha saw a fraction of these traits come out. If it wasn't for the bout of insanity that plagued him, he would certainly be that leader.
Although, there are few who would willing stand behind such a mindset.
"I must confess, that's one hell of a goal you have in mind. Admirable, seeing that I never had such ambitions to be a "Kage" or any sort of prominent leader. Through my career, I've stayed in the shadows and dealt with the-well, let's just say that I did some things that would be questionable if I was brought to court and they decide to find my works." Though he had doubts anyone would. He always kept a fine leash on the skeletons in his closet. If anyone would ever try to open it they would certainly an empty closet.
He stroked at his beard. He hadn't shaved for quite some time (it was forbidden to do so according to his and his clan's belief) so he had a good portion of beard to stroke. He stroked it as he said, "It is possible to take over a position of a Kage, although it is not as simple as killing the current and sitting down in his or her chair. You have to get rid of the diehard loyalist, destroy certain backings financially, change the viewpoint of the Daimyo, maybe kill him and put a puppet in its place -but that can be tricky and you don't want that. Then you'll have siege the land by making certain cities starve or make some thirsty and then." He paused. Shit, he thought, I forgot how hard it was to actually take down a leader. He should've remembered seeing how long it took him and Hiroshi to rid of Sandaime's regime.
He let out a great sigh. "What I'm saying is, it takes a great deal of work, Rukasu-san. Trust me on that, I know it firsthand."
They were out of the town now. He saw a large oak only a few meters away from the town's entrance. He walked over and leaned on the tree. He would rest for a just a moment. He saw that the path would probably continue one for another few kilometers before they made it to the next town. He would have to remember where exactly he was. He knew they were at such a distance from Kumogakure no Sato. How far, he could guesstimate about forty-five or so kilometers. He looked at Rukasu, a smile on his lips. "I suppose I should answer your next question, and that is what can you do to help me." He points to the large sword on Rukasu's back. " I've always been fond of certain weapons. I believe a good weapon can make or break a fight. I've always wanted to learn the skills to handle and wield a weapon. I did learn as a child, but I always favored my hands." His face seemed to mellow as he looked at his hands. "I've always had a thing to defeat my enemies with my bare hands. It's...intimate if you catch my drift. Weapons have an intimacy to it too. Ninjutsu, on the other hands-" He shrugged.
"I don't particularly care for the ninja arts, which is ironic because I have a lot of ninjutsu related abilities. Two reason to that really. One, my clan, or as we say, my house were not created when the shinobi countries were forming. We are an ancient house that have existed for a very long time. Even though we have stationed ourselves here long before the introduction of chakra." And of course, the tree that caused the great shift from energy to chakra, but he didn't want to explain that sort of history. It was kind of like explaining how the universe was connected by this string like energy and how the bijuu have names and different personalities.
"I come from the Fourth House of my clan. Our clan focus solely on close range weaponry and martial arts. We've even developed a way to manipulate the energy within ourselves to extend our physical attacks. Although the new generation are shinobi, I try to keep myself a purist which is the second reason why I don't care for ninjutsu. Some might call that picky, but I simply consider the ancient path the right path." It was, after all, his "ninja way".
He leaned off the tree now and folded his arms. "In my quest to master myself, I focused on the two particular skills that I was gifted in. One was martial arts. The second had to deal with seals. Apparently, seals are universal and don't seem to age like most things. Because of my will to get wealthy, spy on certain countries, destroy certain regimes, build up regimes, I've had little time to focus on that and I probably need a bit of relearning."
He laid it out on the table. "Consider this the interview for joining my cause. If I can learn from you the skills necessarily to re-learn the art of weapons, then I'll surely guide you in successfully taking over a village. Hell, I'll even consider finding a small country for you to run if you do a good job. What do you say?"
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Sun 05 Apr 2015, 7:42 am|| |
It seemed the man knew a lot about taking over a village and this was something that Rukasu had expected since he was a strong individual. The man told Rukasu that he would need to do many things in order to become the man that sits on a chair calling himself the leader of a village. Rukasu rather knew that it would be difficult for him in general since he is a criminal after all, but what the man said was what he needed to know. That was still something he felt he could do, becoming a leader would mean a lot of hard work and determination. He still had yet to find his way but he knew that he would be a leader of some way. If not then he would follow Mana until the end of the world. There were the two options he was going to stick with until the day he died. The criminal also thought that since he was able to get strong then being a leader will prove to the world that he was someone that no one would ever mess with. However, it was clear to the criminal that hard work would bring about great results.
The man continued to talk about his clan, or house rather, which Rukasu did not completely understood but he felt that it was worth listening to in order to understand this person better. He noticed this man was a person of vision; he only wanted balance in this world. Rukasu felt that his way would be the right way under the right guidance. Was it safe to say that this man knew what he was talking about, however there could be a chance that this man was just taking it one-step at a time? The man already knew what he wanted and he wanted to train more but this training would only be achieve with the help of Rukasu. The criminal had never had anyone ask him to help learn something. This was really something that the criminal felt good about since someone stronger was asking the criminal to learn something. That something was the art of using a sword. Rukasu knew that he would need his knowledge of the world in order to achieve the things he wanted. It was also obvious that Rukasu had plenty of time to help this guy to train.
Rukasu learn how to use his sword from his father, and this sword behind him was a special weapon to him that he had taken from his father. His favorite sword and he wanted to also improve his skill in the art of swords, which the criminal loved giant weapons. However, it seemed Rukasu needed to know more about this person in order to see what kind of weapon would suit him best. Rukasu listened to the man until his last word uttered and this was helped Rukasu come to a conclusion. He needed this man as much as this man needed him. There was no other choice, but the criminal thought of something that would actually help him as well.
I know that there are other ways for me to get what I want, but I have been doing everything mostly by my myself and it would not hurt me if I can get help to figure out my future. I know this Raikage part of my future should only still be the beginning of my life. I have other plans that should either make its way into my life or one day when I feel like it was time to use that then the world better prepare. Rukasu thought to himself some more as he knew that there were many ways to achieve greatness and the criminal was going to try to do things in any way possible.
"Before I answer you there is another question I would like to ask you. If you’re strong then is there a chance for someone like me to learn something else that I have never learned? Also, I forgot to ask, what is your name? On the other hand, would you like me to call you boss? My answer is yes I will help you re-learn the art of utilizing a sword and such. I have big weapons, but what kind of weapons do you prefer." Rukasu said as he looked at the man that had leaned off the tree with his arms crossed. It was obvious that this was a meeting to become partners, or something else. Rukasu felt that in order to teach this man he would have to make sure this man understands everything when it came to all weapons. Weapons have their own power, and once you misuse it then it could mean your life. Rukasu knew everything about weapons, but he needed to know if this man liked any weapon in particular.
"If we set up base in the land of Sound, then there we would be hidden from threats. I did some research on my travels. I also understand that if me and you work together that we should start looking for others to join just in case we have to fight off against a threat." Rukasu said as the land of Sound is soon going to go under, so the criminal thought that would be the best place to take over. It would only seem right for the criminal to start somewhere. He also knew that when something starts, then there is always a counter measure to stop the bad and that is the just destiny. Well it would seem that Rukasu and the man would work together to man the world into a place of their vision.
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|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] Mon 06 Apr 2015, 10:54 pm|| |
|They were fair questions. Information on people was something he could get. It would take time, but he would get it done. He had a habit of talking without once telling the person his name and would’ve gone on the entire conversation with Rukasu without once telling him. He had already decided not to give him a false name. There was, in Alayasha’s opinion, no option to tell him one of his pseudo names that he had created over the course of his life.|
He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. He went with his gut feeling and simply said, “My full name is Alayasha ben Yachazy’al. Some may call me Alayasha of the Royal Fourth House of Kuro , or simply Alayasha Kuro." A lot of names, yes, some seeming high and mighty for himself, but that came with the territory.
"When we are in private and with trusted confidantes, you may call me Alayasha-san. When we are outside in the world, call me Kyuseishu. That is my quote unquote criminal name ever since the destruction of Kirigakure.” It was the name on the bingo book. He may as well keep it.
“If you feel comfortable calling me ‘boss’, I won’t object to it. Perhaps if you want to form a habit so that others around you will begin to say it then go ahead.” He smiled. “It’s been a long time since someone called me boss.”
He looked at the sky. Overhead, he could was still early in the afternoon with the sun still letting the world know that the day had just begun. What time did he come into town? One o clock? Two? The sun was still high in the sky slowly moving its way down. He had no doubt that by the time Alayasha and Rukasu were finish learning the basics of weaponry it’ll be late. “If you want to ask about the information for a particular person now, I won’t be able to do so tonight. I’m nowhere near my contact. Hell, I haven’t even informed her that I’m in the country.” He was sure, 100,000 percent super sure, that the moment he did tell Mya of his arrival, she was going to give him the reason why many men and women say ‘Hell has no fury like a woman’s scorn’. It’s been three years since he last saw her. The last time he was in Lightning, he was with Shinjin who was still just a recently promoted chunin at the time. That was when he had the rudest awakening of meeting close up with the red head assassin and re-learn why she was Mya’s personal assistant.
“Nevertheless, once I made contact with her, I’ll find any teacher you like. You and I are comrades now, and I’ll make sure you are fulfilled in any sort of way possible.”
“And the last question?” He grinned. “I like big weapons. Weapons with a good enough reach. I think I’ve always liked it due to my strength, but my house prefers the close blade of the katana or the short sword. Although, I’ve always had ideas to enhance the range of extended weapons with seals placed upon them, but that’s for later conceptualization. For now, let’s just start with the big sword you have on you. I’m quite eager to try.”
And so ended the prologue of Alayasha’s and Rukasu’s first meeting and began the new chapter for the two.
|Subject: Re: Let our story begin [Arrival] || |
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