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Recalling the Flame(P)
Sat Jul 28, 2018 8:50 am
The day’s whizzed by so quickly like a sudden gust of wind happening upon a typical afternoon. An uneasy peace stapled to the troubled boy as he was lost in a conspiracy of unknown possibility. Would this be the rest of his days? Tied to this toxic village known as Hoshigakure, filled with villagers despising the very ones which protect them from the many cruelties this world has to offer, choosing to settle down amongst the nibbling flames. Simply living as a commoner, throwing away his life as a Shinobi and all the burdens of his affiliating past, his special blood, all for what?
It’s been over two months now since the Genin’s sudden disappearance from the world of Shinobi, lacking in activity as he succumbed to an existential crisis similar to many before, though never with such a lingering effect of decommission. No authorities reached out for his services or asked for his aid, instead mustering the required powers from others, only aiding in his slowly declining mental fortification. He’s fought for so long, living a life far beyond what a typical sixteen year old should be forced to deal with - even given his profession - but the pain and misery one must constantly be reminded of, applied without their own consent or choice in the matter, what is it all for in the end? A question that’s lingered in the dystopia of a battered mind, curious as to the point of surrounding one's self in a world only inhabiting disaster. Long ago, the young male known as Kutari Momouki was forced to cast away any long standing care for his own health or well being, focusing only on survival as he feared the ironically familiar presence of death’s welcoming door, yet now as he can survive another day without killing another, or even choose his own cuisines rather than small rations, given the chance to make his own choices in life… What path should be traversed? A tense life filled with leisurely hours of contemplating the misery and hollowness he now has become, or continuing the life of bloodshed and passion that he’s been taught to live, proving his previous captors right about him as he has nothing else to cling to. Aware of the person he once was now betrayed, aware that what he’s done can never be forgiven, unable to represent himself as a victim as he chose to survive rather then another corpse.
The thoughts continue to linger in his mind, followed by a stale emptiness that was apart of him. A reminder of what he knew to be true, validating all of what made him who he was with every day to come. Not even the refreshing breeze tickling his face could aid in the revival of some form of feeling, the cool night air poking at a dead man walking as he lazily stared into the desert’s night, a bright moon illuminating far and wide what his lively yellow eyes failed to truly see. His shadowy hair mingling with his lightly umbar skin, unable to get a rise from his nerves as he stared into nothing. The weather picking up on its autumn cycle as it neared a new month, a different season entirely from when he arrived to Hoshigakure, yet all this time passing by as he just wasted it away. Lacking the aptitude to rebound as he typically did, or at least carry on with a sour face as he’s so often been known for. His baggy eyelids signaling at the typical absence of sleep as he seemed alert in his reminiscing memories and awareness of his own personality.
Time passed within its own leisure and comfort. More and more, time spent with him taking advantage of his current opportunities and freedom wasted away due to his own ridiculous issues, so much already wasted yet he still continued to wait. What could it be exactly? Hoping for some sort of saving grace or rescue from his declining health? Fear of becoming worse then what he already is, despite already being a terrible scorn to society? He cared little before all of this, and the question should be whether he still cared not, possibly asking the wrong questions within his own thinking. A new wave of icy inspiration, he rose from his position as he continued to stare off into the seemingly endless canvas before him, it lacking any marks and continuing to shine miraculously with the presence of light, feelings of resentment and anger beginning to surface, a typical cycle for this boy. Turning away as he felt the white button up shirt wrapped around his torso, it’s arms folded back with care. The abyss like slacks and and shoes he wore as he began to take an adventure around the village, taking the time to admire it in true value. His Shinobi tools and headband nowhere on his person, away at home just as what was now claimed at the lake those months ago with that girl, unable to keep part of his own bargains.
The quiet streets of the village came off as meticulous to Kutari, the boy admiring and absorbing himself in the world of possibilities. The life he would live if he were to ever truly retire and just become a common villager, turning his head from the life he’s come to want, all of the enjoyment and wonders which are to follow. Imagining the sights he would see, the many commonfolk and traders that visit at the time, his own work in supporting the life he unexpectedly conscripted himself into. Surrounded by freeloaders piggybacking on the work of the Shinobi of this village, though he surely wasn’t one to support one village or another, walking a lonely path from the beginning and stubborn in changing as such. Witnessing several different areas making up the village, it all seemed so interestingly...boring. The many different districts and parts of the village, though unique in its own right, only brought a crude boredom that Kutari didn’t sit well with him. Imagining himself truly staying within the walls of a village and never adventuring out, allowing someone else to govern his life and be more powerful than him sent an uneasy chill down his spine, shedding light upon the foolish mindset he’s adopted all up to this point. The cracks beginning to form upon the shackles which constrained him and his given drives. Pushing him closer to his mission and reason to continue on.
It didn’t take long until the sly youth happened upon The Water Gardens, particularly traversing them to meet at the Gazebo. Typically a trademark at day for the village, at this time of night being peaceful and lacking in people earshot from him. As he took steps up the wooden short stairs, leaning upon the ledge of the gazebo as he took in the full view of the Garden as he pondered more upon his wishes and wants, verifying with himself what it is he must do and achieve. For quite some time he’s been sticking to himself, lacking anyone to talk to in the village though he likely would of avoided them regardless. At this point of time, speaking with another just for the sake of escaping his own mind and it’s twist and turns being a wonderful vacation highly needed.
WC: 1226
It’s been over two months now since the Genin’s sudden disappearance from the world of Shinobi, lacking in activity as he succumbed to an existential crisis similar to many before, though never with such a lingering effect of decommission. No authorities reached out for his services or asked for his aid, instead mustering the required powers from others, only aiding in his slowly declining mental fortification. He’s fought for so long, living a life far beyond what a typical sixteen year old should be forced to deal with - even given his profession - but the pain and misery one must constantly be reminded of, applied without their own consent or choice in the matter, what is it all for in the end? A question that’s lingered in the dystopia of a battered mind, curious as to the point of surrounding one's self in a world only inhabiting disaster. Long ago, the young male known as Kutari Momouki was forced to cast away any long standing care for his own health or well being, focusing only on survival as he feared the ironically familiar presence of death’s welcoming door, yet now as he can survive another day without killing another, or even choose his own cuisines rather than small rations, given the chance to make his own choices in life… What path should be traversed? A tense life filled with leisurely hours of contemplating the misery and hollowness he now has become, or continuing the life of bloodshed and passion that he’s been taught to live, proving his previous captors right about him as he has nothing else to cling to. Aware of the person he once was now betrayed, aware that what he’s done can never be forgiven, unable to represent himself as a victim as he chose to survive rather then another corpse.
The thoughts continue to linger in his mind, followed by a stale emptiness that was apart of him. A reminder of what he knew to be true, validating all of what made him who he was with every day to come. Not even the refreshing breeze tickling his face could aid in the revival of some form of feeling, the cool night air poking at a dead man walking as he lazily stared into the desert’s night, a bright moon illuminating far and wide what his lively yellow eyes failed to truly see. His shadowy hair mingling with his lightly umbar skin, unable to get a rise from his nerves as he stared into nothing. The weather picking up on its autumn cycle as it neared a new month, a different season entirely from when he arrived to Hoshigakure, yet all this time passing by as he just wasted it away. Lacking the aptitude to rebound as he typically did, or at least carry on with a sour face as he’s so often been known for. His baggy eyelids signaling at the typical absence of sleep as he seemed alert in his reminiscing memories and awareness of his own personality.
Time passed within its own leisure and comfort. More and more, time spent with him taking advantage of his current opportunities and freedom wasted away due to his own ridiculous issues, so much already wasted yet he still continued to wait. What could it be exactly? Hoping for some sort of saving grace or rescue from his declining health? Fear of becoming worse then what he already is, despite already being a terrible scorn to society? He cared little before all of this, and the question should be whether he still cared not, possibly asking the wrong questions within his own thinking. A new wave of icy inspiration, he rose from his position as he continued to stare off into the seemingly endless canvas before him, it lacking any marks and continuing to shine miraculously with the presence of light, feelings of resentment and anger beginning to surface, a typical cycle for this boy. Turning away as he felt the white button up shirt wrapped around his torso, it’s arms folded back with care. The abyss like slacks and and shoes he wore as he began to take an adventure around the village, taking the time to admire it in true value. His Shinobi tools and headband nowhere on his person, away at home just as what was now claimed at the lake those months ago with that girl, unable to keep part of his own bargains.
The quiet streets of the village came off as meticulous to Kutari, the boy admiring and absorbing himself in the world of possibilities. The life he would live if he were to ever truly retire and just become a common villager, turning his head from the life he’s come to want, all of the enjoyment and wonders which are to follow. Imagining the sights he would see, the many commonfolk and traders that visit at the time, his own work in supporting the life he unexpectedly conscripted himself into. Surrounded by freeloaders piggybacking on the work of the Shinobi of this village, though he surely wasn’t one to support one village or another, walking a lonely path from the beginning and stubborn in changing as such. Witnessing several different areas making up the village, it all seemed so interestingly...boring. The many different districts and parts of the village, though unique in its own right, only brought a crude boredom that Kutari didn’t sit well with him. Imagining himself truly staying within the walls of a village and never adventuring out, allowing someone else to govern his life and be more powerful than him sent an uneasy chill down his spine, shedding light upon the foolish mindset he’s adopted all up to this point. The cracks beginning to form upon the shackles which constrained him and his given drives. Pushing him closer to his mission and reason to continue on.
It didn’t take long until the sly youth happened upon The Water Gardens, particularly traversing them to meet at the Gazebo. Typically a trademark at day for the village, at this time of night being peaceful and lacking in people earshot from him. As he took steps up the wooden short stairs, leaning upon the ledge of the gazebo as he took in the full view of the Garden as he pondered more upon his wishes and wants, verifying with himself what it is he must do and achieve. For quite some time he’s been sticking to himself, lacking anyone to talk to in the village though he likely would of avoided them regardless. At this point of time, speaking with another just for the sake of escaping his own mind and it’s twist and turns being a wonderful vacation highly needed.
WC: 1226
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Re: Recalling the Flame(P)
Tue Jul 31, 2018 11:06 am
After taking time to recollect his thoughts and coming to a necessary conclusion, the boy gained a sudden wave of confidence and closure as he came to terms with his next movements. What he had to achieve, what needed to be done to truly be happy in this time of his life. Taking off after several moments to consider the chances, it was time to prepare for the inevitable. Comfort and protection have cornered his heart for months now causing a breach in his once honed capabilities, though no more. Now, he will take matters into his own hands and distance himself from what it is that cradles him most, the very reason of his sudden weakness.
WC: 117
TWC: 1343
Exit
Claiming:
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1000/1000 Temporary Paralysis
WC: 117
TWC: 1343
Exit
Claiming:
6 stats towards health
1000/1000 Temporary Paralysis
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