(Kenshin, Ganki) Pocket Money [HFE]

The young teen was walking curiously about the festival, having intentionally separated from Kenshin to explore. Of course, she wouldn't say that to his face- it was more along the lines of 'scouting the area' or something. In her left hand was a small vial filled with a pinkish red liquid- something Amaterasu had intended to sell. The girl herself was wearing a disgustingly cute white dress, picked out to accentuate her 'young and innocent' vibes. It had the unfortunate side effect, however, of revealing her scars around her arm, leg, and eye. Perhaps, she thought to herself. It would invoke sympathy...?

Truth be told, her intentions were less than ideal. A soft smile manufactured to the moment was brought up to her face. A few nearby onlookers looked down briefly, staring in pity before quickly looking away when they noticed her watching gaze. She needed to make some money to pay for better equipment. Being relatively poor, she had realized that her lack of weaponry or armor had made her a massive liability on the field, something she intended to fix. She clenched the vial in her hand slightly tighter. It'd be a lot easier to sell this if there was anyone nearby who might be interested. Alas, nobody stood out, so she was largely left to herself.

[WC: 219]
[Total WC: 219]

The ball was a hit, the march of the undead came pouring in droves. Ganki now residing outside, to what looked like a farmers makeshift market? Even on the day of the event, people were still trying to off load masks and costumes to others. Nevertheless, that didn't interest him, not the slightest. To almost any viewer, the reasoning behind it was understandable.

"So yeah, I can help you two out, like I said I have some pull with the entertainment business. I know the owner of Mochi Mochi Productions; so one call there, some moves here and there, and I can get you in to the spot light.", the two young women in question giggled, while Ganki continued chatting with them about their, and very much Ganki's own desires. He waves his gold mask around by the handle it was attached too. The stunning brunettes were each adorned in rather revealing bunny outfits. Their voluptuous enhanced with the tight fitting uniform revealed that they were either plus ones, or eye candy let in with exception as per, Ganki's request. At almost every party there will always be those few that try to get in, even though they lack an invitation. Which sometimes leads to altercations and unwanted guests sneaking in, which could ruin a party; security can't be everywhere. But what Ganki knows is that a good host must always keep the guests interested. You may not be able to completely eliminate crime, but you can maintain it to an acceptable degree. What was acceptable? Well, not many people in the world were privileged enough to make such decisions, only the few.  

Ganki's attire consisted that of gold plated armor, the shin guards, wrist guards and even the breast plate. Even his leather sandals looked gold. Over that he was draped with a red slash, which had gold embroidery, across his body wrapping along his waist too. To finish off, his brown bladed hair was accompanied with olive leaves in the shape of a crown. HIs clothes underneath were simpley short pants and a white shirt.  

However, Ganki, was done being the dictator of the party, the sweet wine and drenched fish full of olive oil reached its appeal. He honestly couldn't tell which would end his night first, death by insulin shock from the sugar, or death by mercury poison from the fish? Of course, the young capitalist was exaggerating his distaste for the two, his lack of interest stemmed from the diet of chosen theme of the party; Ancient Roman Times. The catering company who really did this went full throttle, talk about commitment.  

"So, why don't I get us some real drinks, i'm pretty sure this nice sweet wine couldn't possibly satisfy you two. matter of fact, I got this old Kiri mixed drink. Its got vodka, tequila, rum..., they call it a long island", After a few exchanges, Ganki is seen walking towards the entrance of the party, his red cap flutters gracfully with each step he took where the ball was held.
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Total Word Count: 508

"Seems like this is where the heart of the party is. I never liked large crowds...But after that meeting I feel like other ghosts might pop out at me," the young male spoke to himself as he walked into the door adjusting his hat downward to cover his yellow eyes. Yaju had felt a sense of nostalgia as he walked through the doors giving his jacket to whomever had been taking them. Revealing the black and white pin stripped vest, he began his trek through the beginnings of whatever they had called this. Festival. Party. Gathering. The words all meant the same and yet it came as no surprise that would see faces of his past. He wondered how some of the others would react if they had seen him, a once dead Kage now back among the world. As he walked about he allowed his senses to lengthen the area, his Byakugan simply searching for signatures he might have known.

It was a curious thing for him to do just to find something to do. Maybe scaring them thinking he was a ghost allowed to come back on this night or something absurd like that. Certainly funny at least for him the thought was slowly forming until a "ping" of sorts popped on his radar. Knowing this signature very well, he moved slowly toward the person knowing they would certainly get a kick out of it. As the male got closer to the door he would speak, a cynical tone coming from his mouth," Well if it isn't the ANBU captain of Kumogakure...or would it be ex-Captain since you are no longer there....How has life been treating you Ganki Sakura?," the apparent ghost would speak as he reached into his pocket for his cigar case.

After a few minutes of aimless wandering, a couple of older men seemed to be gathering a crowd of onlookers- one of, which she noted, was Kenshin transformed. She made a point to skim over him as she glanced around. She tilted her head to the side curiously, rocking on her feet in a way that made her feel her age for the first time in several years. A couple seconds later, she approached tentatively, holding the vial tighter and tighter. "Um... Um... Can you buy my medicine?..." she looked down. "My dad made it, and he needs the money... It makes hangovers better." she looked up with them, yellow eye wide scars visible for the world to see. The 'medicine', of course, was chicken's blood mixed with tasteless, odorless, Chakra based laxatives. The more you used your chakra while it was in your body, of course, the faster it would take effect. "It's 600 ryo!" She said with a timid smile, holding up the bottle. "...Please?"

[WC: 167]
[Total WC: 386]

After a while, when she got no response, Amaterasu shrugged apathetically. There'd always be others to exploit.

[WC: 17]
[Total WC: 403]

(Exit, claiming 2 stats and 403 words towards http://naruto-role-play-rpg.forumotion.com/t42338-burn-up#336048 )

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