Boredom+time=Wasted (Open to all)

Maku was watching through the village, looking and searching for something to do.  However the late hour had led to not much to be seen.  It was around one in the morning as Maku traversed the street, and walked through the streets.  As he walked only the night owls could be seen, of course some of them were ordered by him to be there to be guards.  He had seen the lack of secuirity when he had helped Youka take the village, and that was one thing he wished to fix.  No more drunks and vandals running through the streets, but instead he intended for things to be better under his rule.  He would ensure the safety of his people with vigilance.  Well vigilance of others tonight, as he had no intentions of doing much.  Behind him was his “ANBU” as he had taken to calling the collective of puppets.  He had brought in the best crafters and best builders he could find in the assistance of their creation.  Because of this they rivaled even the greatest of puppeteers in construction.  He had also taken black robes and put on each of them, just for dramatic effect.  Sure he could have kept them inside the scroll, but he kind of liked just having them out in the open with him, so he could use them quicker.
 
                His chakra threads reached from his hand, one thread per puppet as he controlled all their movements with barely a twitch.  He caused them to walk in a believable fashion, well the puppets with legs.  The others glided, except Duriel he just slithered having a slug like body.  This also doubled as training his threads to be invisible.  He wanted to get them perfectly invisible so that they could be more hidden, and hide his location better with the puppets.  They were useful but only as useful as their versatility allowed, ad being able to find his location wasn’t very versatile.  Focusing on the threads as he walked he passed a bar that also doubled as an Inn.  Pushing the doors open, Maku entered the establishment and took a seat at the bar.  Just for fun, he went ahead and had all of his puppets still in their black robes to sit at various tables around the bar.  They were all spread out evenly throughout the establishment, all close enough that he could grab them up at a moment for them to be useful for attacks if he should be attacked.  Which was doubtful, but he couldn’t help but be a little paranoid lately. 
 
                The barman noticed Maku wand walked over, and offered the stereotypical response of all barmen and asked “What’ll you have?”  Maku stared around the bar, and ordered a mug of beer.  The drink was placed in front of him a moment later in a chilled glass, nice and frothy spilling over the sides.  That was one good thing about Yukigakure, they always had cold drinks.  Taking a sip, he continued to look around the bar.  Maku could only help to notice a couple people there.  Two were so inebriated that they looked as if they were barely in their chairs talking to each other.  The third was trying to talk to one of the puppets, and actually seemed to have a conversation going.  Using his thread and keeping it invisible, he would have the puppet nod every now and then to humor the man.  He felt like it was only the polite thing to do; besides the man was doing all the talking and looked pleased just to have someone to talk to and listen to them.  Standing and taking his drink with him, he walked over to the pool table and started playing.  For extra challenge, he used his threads to set up the balls and grab a pool stick from the wall. 
 
                Starting the game, he mostly just played by himself.  He wasn’t very good at the game if he was honest with himself, but it was still a fun way to pass the time away.  Hitting the balls, and watching them move around the table, he had played through 3 games alone before someone wandered up to play with him.  Using his threads he reset up the game and started playing.  Chalking the end of his stick, he looked at the gruff looking man “So, whats your story friend?”  The man lined up his shot, and let loose a terrific shot getting a couple balls in off the first go.  “Grhumph, not much  chief, just a simple builder, blowing the weeks earnings in a place like this.”  Maku could respect that.  An honest living working to construct buildings.  He also respected the wasting of money, after all what else was it for.  “Well can’t argue with that, at least there is good company eye”  Maku said laughing.  It is probably important to note that Maku had used his transformation jutsu mastery to make himself appear a bit older than he really was.  He found when engaging certain citizens in conversation it helped.  Everyone seemed to know he was young, but still people preferred to talk to an adult.
 
                Playing two games with the builder before he departed, Maku resumed his seat at the bar, and ordered another drink.  The whole time he had continued to nod with his puppet to the drunk, who still was chattering on and on about gods knew what.  Maku was pleased to see his threads were nearly perfectly invisible still, so at least that was one productive thing that was happening.  Other than that, the only thing going on was him wasting time.  Maku also briefly considered, how often leaders of villages visited bars in their villages.  He hadn’t really known any other leaders.  He had sent a letter to Amegakure, but he was starting to lose hope that the leader there was going to respond.  Perhaps he wasn’t interested in an ongoing alliance, or he had used a stupid messenger, one of the two.  Taking a long draft from the glass, Maku continued to sit on the bar stool.  It was around two in the morning now.  Perhaps with this late hour something or someone interesting would arrive, or not he wasn’t sure.  However the only way to find out was to stick around and wait and see.
 
(WC=1057, trained threads to be invisible)

Approved.

Not one of his ninja entered the establishment as he drank.  Perhaps it was a good thing, they were resting and not waiting time and ryo on this place.  Throwing some coins down, Maku made his way out of the bar, desummoning the puppets into his scroll.  Leaving, he felt a hole in his life.  He didn't know what to do with himself and his motivation was waning.  Something was going to happen, but only time would tell what it was going to be

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