getting some footing [I/o]

The sun would peek up over the horizon blasting warmth upon all it’s light touched casting shadows as it’s powerful beams invade the homes and dreams of those within sunagakure , a warm beam of light would poke through the shades in which the room Yemma J. Kibitsuji dwelled ; the Lonesome widow of sunagakure laid sleeping until the sun ever so rudely shined in his face. The dark haired male’s face would scrunch up in disapproval as he retreated under his covers now awake letting out a low throaty groan “Fucking sun needs to crawl back up gods ass?” he would groan out in a voice saturaed with annoyance and sas. After a few moments of laying down wide awake Yemma would begin attempting to stretch out his arms and legs arching his back as he did so , several satisfying pops would ring out through the relatively empty room which was quickly replaced with a “oh shit!” as yemma had managed to plant himself onto the floor by accident which at this point seemed like a morning tradition.

Picking himself up he would grab himself a fresh pair of clothes,undergarments and socks leaving his Katana by his bedside , his bare feet would touch the cold sand stone floor as he entered his bathroom placing all he had brought upon the toilet seat lid and taking a moment to do what looked like admire his bare body in the mirror before he would step into the glass box like shower. ‘I need to put some weight on , i look unhealthy’ he would think to himself as he reached out turning the handles for the shower , A stream of warm water would come rushing from the shower head as it washed over Yemma his hair trying to retain water would droop over the entirety of his face , he would seemingly let the water hit him for a good five to fifteen minutes just simply enjoying the warm feeling of the water gradually turning up the heat and pressure of the water till it was what most would unbearable but this is how he liked his water. he would grab a washcloth and some alovera soap and began slowly rubbing his arms and chest he then turned around letting the water run down his back , Yemma would being washing his various other regions as he began to think absentmindedly letting his body move on memory of his routine. ‘It’s been a long few years since i was take from the leaf , but i cant focus on my past im Yemma of the sand now…’

Yemma would reach for the bottle of floral smelling shampoo which rested upon a rack which was suction cupped to the glass wall in the shower along with moisturizers and a single lufa, despite how he presented himself around friends he didn’t look this good naturally bitch it takes work , he would firmly squeeze a dollop of shampoo into his palm and place the bottle back within its place on the rack ; he would begin gently massaging it into his hair creating a mass of sudds really getting into his scalp with the shampoo as well the sweet and lovely smell of a plethora of flora filed his nostrils as he continued to wash his hair and massage his scalp , Yemma would let the water blast away the suds from his being he would then quickly turn the water off , Yemma stand in the shower for merely a moment allowing water to drip from his body onto the pool of draining water on the floor of the shower. Stepping out of the shower Yemma would lightly fluctuate his chakra agitating the hive of spiders within his body forcing the to start pouring forth from various exit point on his body.

The boy now appearing as a black mass of chattering manibles and flailing legs would look into the mirror as the the mass slowly receded into his body as the spiders had drunk all the left over water on his body “Somtimes those things are useful….” he would say pausing as he began to pat down his now wild hair “....now if only they could make me some money” he would mumble as he grabbed the clean set of clothes he had brought into the bathroom with him. The young living hive of spiders would quickly throw on his cloths Yemma would look into the mirror at himself making sure all was as it should be going over his appearance. Yemma stands at a modest height of five foot seven inches (5’7ft) , or an approximate one hundred and seventy point eighteen centimeters tall (170.18 cm) while wearing sandals or flats. But seeing as most people will not see him in a pair of flat shoes , let alone a pair of sandals thanks to his boot’s which can justifiably be called heels he stands at six foot (6’0ft) or one hundred eighty two point eighty eight centimeters tall (182.88 cm). Atop his skull rest's a thick mop of straight jet black hair with white highlights twoard the tips, a sighn of stress maybe or just bad genetics. Yemma’s skin has an ivory complexion to it with reddish and pink undertones in the mix , this provides his skin with an otherworldly glow under the soft light of the moon. Yemma’s Figure can be considered slender and voluptuous even by female standards , which is further accentuated by the heels that he wears which gives him the appearance of what most would call “leggy”. His everyday attire consist of one of two black shirts one being a simple button up while the other having gaudy gold accents on the toggles and extensions that keep it in place , both shirts are very form fitting. When it comes to panse Yemma wears a pair of tight black leather panse , which on the inside have a thin lining of fabric on the inside as to prevent chafing allowing for him to wear them comfortably.

Around his waist is a white belt with a buckle made out of a Pinchbeck metal , which gives it the appearance of gold even though it isn’t ; the belt is more of a fashion statement than a practical peace. Attached to the belt is simple chain that is also made of Pinchbeck metal , it is simple a repurposed wallet chain he use’s to look fashionable despite the true cheapness of his outfit. In terms of foot wear he must always wear black dress socks while wearing his high heels boots , or suffer from severe blistering due to this being his common footwear ; The leather of the boot is slightly flexible allowing his foot to slide in and out provided he puts a little effort into the action. He is almost never seen without his trench coat which is made of black leather with a golden trim , the collar having a floral pattern embroidered upon it ,while the inside has a black and white checkered pattern. In terms of armor he would be seen with what could only be described as “samurai vambraces” and a pair of metal knee pads which when he is questioned about will always get a jokingly vulgar response. In his skull rest’s a pair of sharp ruby colored eyes , that convey his emotions far more than his face might ever do. He takes extra care to paint his nails and toe nails red , but that's a detail not many would appreciate except him. Overall he has a very androgynes look , that has swayed the affections of both men and women. He may be seen with a red scarf that he often tucks into his shirt , it holds sentimental value damaging it is the easiest way to see just how angry he can become.

With his appearance all sorted out for the day he would rush back to his room scooping his katana off the floor and set out out for the day , As a small team of movers would be by later to gather his belongings and move them to a government funded low income living block. It was simply time for a change in scenery couldnt live in the same apartment forever besides his neighbors were starting to become rather bothersome. ‘Maybe i should go buy some knew curtains? Or maybe go get a dog or a cat? Or-’ his train of thought was soon cut short by a very loud and low grumble as he exited the building

“Or maybe go get some breakfast…” he would mumble to himself as he affixed his katana to his hip a look of embarssment spreading over his face as he turned a bright pink hurridly making his way to the shopping district.

WC:1455

Yemma’s stomach would growl out in rage as his nose was assaulted with the many smells and sights of the sungakure market , his hunger only enhancing the smell of the many foods. Most would barrel through here and begin buying anything that appealed to the eye , but yemma had learned the hard way when he first got to suna that you dont mix meals. Suna was and still is a giant mixing pot of culture , language and foods so to hap haphazardly purchase food could have you sitting on the toilet for the rest of the day something yemma didn’t wish on himself well maybe his worst enemy but even then that may be a fate worse than death. Luckily Our hungry ninja knew what he was looking for following his nose and his stomach he would navigate his way through the crowd clutching his stomach till he came to a small unremarkable stand with a tiny haggard old man at the helm. The boy couldnt help but pop a small smile as he approached the stand, the smell of spices and herbs washing over him as he approached , the small old man would flash a small smile in return as yemma approached and pulled up a stool.

“Am i to assume it’s the usual my friend?” the vertically challenged old man would say his tone jovial and happy as he kept his attention to the skillet and the contents within , yemma would nod his head in a ‘yes’ motion placing about one hundred or so ryo on the counter which the old man scooped up quickly and replaced with a steeming bowl of red curry. Yemma would lean forward on his stool taking in a deep breath of the steam that rolled off the curry , only further torturing his empty stomach. “Sajem your curry is the lifeblood of this country” yemma would say happily as he took up the spoon that rested in his bowl and slowly began to eat away at his curry , typically you could wolf most food down but this curry was a different story as in terms of spice this shouldve been considered pure capsacian.

He would take his time enjoying his breakfast mulling over what today’s event’s could possibly bring forth for him toady ,  as suna for all it’s beauty didnt have much in the ways of work seeing as most things in suna where missin nin contracts ; not like he had a complaint but he couldnt perform those contracts without abandoning his new home which was something he wasnt to keen on doing as the current kage ship took care of those who dwelled within sunagakure.

He would sit and stare at his curry for awhile longer , ‘just what is my worth here is i have no way of procuring income or proving myself’ he would think to himself seemingly lost in yet another train of thought.

WC:484

It was a real busy day, the downtown market teemed with the hussle and bustle of what a decent major village should provide. The village's past made it what it was today. A story that many others share too, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Many others have died in pursuit of the all mighty ryo, and if not for the sake of power if the two weren't all ready synonymous. Those fortunate enough to make became walking legends in their own right. Amongst most these citizens, laid dormant the blood of survivors. Whether their not too distant ancestries were hungry, sick and or poor, they all made here. A land of opportunity so saturated with wealth and commerce it wouldn't be too off to refer to this jewel in the desert as one of the few amazing wonders on this rock. But the icing on the cake however, well, this was Sunagakure. You could do practically anything within these walls to make money; all you need was, a dream.

Katsuragi is seen traversing the white concrete walkway of the market district. Although it was lined with many uneven building providing whatever needs from both domestic and international sources. it also provide a messy amount of side street vendors. It was usually the old immigrants of the past that occupied these vendors. Families that survived the brutal past gangs that once ran the ruins of Sunagakure. Slow to the jump and stuck in their old ways, they eye not only the passing guests and potential customers, but also the many new immigrants that now occupied the buildings. That's the thing about life, everyone no matter their upbringing was always presented with a chance. Those who don't seize the opportunity, will be left out to suffer a slow pain. A pain of avarice and discontent, mixed with the will to survive..., to every yang there is a yin.

His reason for being here was the same as always, to make money. But for the job he had planned he would need a bit of, help. Not now, but possibly in the future. It was bets for Katsuragi to handle these sort of arrangements now then in the moment of need. He would only open himself up to being a the mercy of others, and that was some the wasn't about. He didn't do all that time in prison just to be subjugated outside the walls. 'Sucker shit...'

Katsuragi's attire consisted of a thin black jacket, which underneath he wore a solid white shirt. His pants were a pair of black jeans. His boots also being solid black with an emblem labeled "EU", it's made of metal stitched to the tongue of the boots. His hair, still vivid, was a solid dark purple. His tools and such were all assorted evenly along his attire, given no hint to their whereabouts.

Within the mind of Katsuragi, he makes his final walk down memory lane. It was here within this district where he was met with a powerful force that he shall never forget. But also, shall he never let take hold of him. Things happen for a reason, and thus must find said reason while moving on. Complacency sure gets the better of most, he shakes his head while passing the many vendors. Along his travels, the scent of jaw dropping food slowing his pace, he stops at a vendor. "Yo my man, lemme get a bowl of...", before he could sit, he takes note of the..., person he could not identify to his right. "Um, nah man never. If that food got this person looking like that I don't need to be fuckin with it...", he shakes his head side to side while eyeing the individual up and down from about two feet away. Was he in prison for so long that he forgot how to tell between a man and a broad? 'Hol up...', he tries to angle his body over the counter a bit to get a view of the the depressed person's neck area with narrow piercing truth seeking eyes.
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TWC: 683

Ensnarled in a hailstorm of confusion, the young hustler still came to no conclusion of what he was dealing with. He pursed his lisps with a angled gaze while being offered a seat next to the vexing patron. 'Damn..., that shit is in the way, MOVE', his reference towards the collar to which if he had any sense, would think this person is toying with him. His confusion however got the better of his this time, for it was mixed with the urge to consume what was there before him. It was nature really, how a nonbinary voice could bring clarity towards something so, odd. He figured it played in to the whole mysterious vibe type of deal. He is now seen looking towards the now still bowl in front of him.

Before he spoke, he sat down on the seat in front of him with a cautious advancement. Still flustered over the fact that he couldn't guess what he was working with. He felt he was back in prison again; he'd seen all types of shit. 'Maaaan sumthin just don't feel right. I dont like this shit, not at all...' His pursed lips grew tighter with conviction, but what was obtained was quickly tossed aside. 'Naw fuck that ima ask..., aint finna get me'

He grabbed a lighter and a pack of smokes from the left inner pocket of his jacket with his right hand while his vexing yet decent looking neighbor brought yet another spoon full of curry to their mouth. In an instant he already had the cigarette lit and now held by his lips, "Oh yah!, I got one for you...", his words were quick yet sprinkled with interest. "...IS you crazy? I'm not about to spend my bread on some stranger ass bird lik-", his sentence interrupted by a something off to he corner. Insects resembling bees were hovering about due to the flowers near by on the other side of the bar. "Yo...What's up with those bees?! homie they kinda close" he said after taking a small drag while looking past his company. His back now hunch over as if he was taking cover from something dangerous and foul, the owner takes a quick gander while trying to keep an eye on the food. He even points ahead towards the direction of the bees with his right index finger while still holding the pack and the lighter.
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TWC:1063

Yemma would smile as he set his spoon back down in his bowl after the young shinobi would take the offered seat , although a small 'huff' of amusement would be drawn from yemmas lips as the young shinobi was asked if he was crazy. Which was debatable at best as there were many who viewed him as a psychopath , while there were many who viewed him as a lost child trying to fit into a world that had beat him down mercilessly over many many years. The next few words would fall on deaf ears as yemma would take another spoonful of curry into his gullet, a small smile planted on his face as he thought back on all the strife that had brought him to suna. Though his smile would quickly drop at the mention of bee’s , “hmm?” he would humm out as he turned his head looking over toward the area the unnamed ninja , katsuragi was now looking at a few bee’s swarming about the area.

“Thwats pecuwelar…” he would say with the spoon still hanging in his mouth limply as he was just now looking up at the small aerial acrobats that where attempting to dive bomb the young shinobi that had taken a seat next to him. ‘For someone who’s way of life is killing he sure seems bothered by such small pest’s’ he would think to himself as he eyes the small swarm. Yemma on the other hand would remain sitting tall and refusing to hunch over taunting the bees in an attempt to draw them in , The young effeminate man would out stretch his arms placing his spoon in his half empty bowl giving out a loud yawn as he did so.

The red of his nails would flare out to the small collection of bee’s that had gathered above the two , The bee’s would begin flying over one by one perching upon his fingers as he stretched. If one were not paying attention they wouldn’t notice the buzzing ceasing to be present , as yemma sent forth a small clutch of spider from within the sleeves of his trench coat jacket. The spiders would travel up his forearm hidden from sight and crawl along the palms of man clad in red and black wrestling the bee’s back down into the depths of their host’s sleeves where they would viciously poison and drain the bee’s of life leaving naught but the hollowed out carcases.

As yemma would lower his arms down upon the counter the spiders within his sleeve would eject the dead bees from his sleeve leaving them just behind his palm on the counter top , upon this happening he would reach back for his spoon and take another spoonful of curry in leaving ten bees neatly stacking in a tidy pile between the two ninja. A small smirk would draw upon yemmas face as he realized his bowl now stood empty and devoid of curry “Sajem mind if i get some onigiri for the road and some tea? I’ll have to start looking for missions soon or else that outstanding tab i have wont get paid and from the looks of it i might have to travel to another country to get the ryo” Yemma would say half laughing with a playful smile upon his face as Sajem turned on his heel and began making the Onigiri for him.

“I’ll have a travel pack ready in a few minutes young sir” he would belt out in response as he began putting what appeared to be several lunch boxes together. While Sajem was fast at work with his food Yemma would rest his chin in th epalm of his hamd now looking at katsuragi with a very bored expression sprawled out on his face. “And for future reference , my Name is Yemma not bird” he would say this a mischievous smile played out on his face as he said this with a quick small wink before a cup of tea in a bamboo cup was set before him which he would cup gently in both hands bringing it up to his face.

Yemma would take a light breath ‘the aroma of tea is truly calming’ he would think to himself as gently blew over the surface of the tea before taking a nice sip. “So stranger what your name?” yemma would ask his eyes closed as he continued to sip his tea. He would then set the cup down gently , he would the face the nameless shinobi swiveling on his stool to talk to him face to face.

WC:764
TWC:3059

Rolling back and forth in his bed, Honey Bunches could feel himself stressing as he did most nights in his sleep, quickly forgetting what it was like to sleep any way other than alone and in a building he didn’t feel welcome in. The sunlight was a warm reminder that this room was only a temporary respite. Putting on his jacket and sunglasses were made short work of leaving his tidy room. With little to no equipment to his name, Honey Bunches continued outside the main guest reception of the ninja bunks.

His height made him stick out a head and a half above the a good portion of the stagnant crowd, and others with similar features would stare at him as he passed. He suddenly wished he was short enough to crawl through all their legs, but resorting to his hands and knees would only further his feelings of embarrassment, and such he pressed on through the crowded halls.

Finally stepping into the fresh air, he looked towards the sky to search for pillars of smoke. He needed something to signify the market, and his memory was not great enough yet for him to draw on his reserves of intelligence. As of now, he had too much of a focus on learning his enemy, the concrete of the village unfamiliar to him. A parcel was delivered with a hearty cheer in his field of view and this caused a smile to take over his sulking pout. This lightened his mood. Smelling the fresh air as he took in the view, he noted a path that looked to be a direct walk to the heart of his interest.

It seemed unusually busy, and there were dozens of people coming from the markets, dwarfed by the number of groups headed there themselves. Feeling out of his element so early in the day, Honey Bunches scratched his wrist and straightened the collar of his jacket, brushing it down against his chest to get any fur off from the resident animals.

When he arrived here, he was able to find out what this town was about from a walk-through, though he never accomplished what he had set out to do originally that day. Watching as the great crowd began to thin out towards the market Honey Bunches let out a yawn, bending over backward and stretching out his arms for full effect. Dropping his arms to his sides, he looks down at an abandoned pack of cigarettes by the domicile trash can, filled nearly to the brim with only slightly crumpled sticks.

Looking inside, he saw that there was also a lighter packed away inside, which was why it had a bulge that made it look more full than it reasonably would be. The brand was generic and it stank to Honey Bunches, but he pocketed it for later. He knew that although he may not enjoy the smell of tobacco, his friend Sukotto would. Sticking his nose in the air, he started smelling it and smiled at the scent of his friend off in the distance. Looking in that direction, his smell was interrupted by the sweet smell of a warm kitchen and the sweeter smell of burning incense.

Widening his eyes, he decided he would save the smokes for later in his jacket pocket, and started to run towards the smell.

The look of terror on the faces of most citizens gave Honey Bunches enough of a hint to know to slow down, and as he was halfway to the market in just a few moments, he started at a leisurely walk. This walk was so slow that it would be slow for someone with no training at all. He let himself take in the surroundings, each step tapping the path he followed with a dry timbre that was almost melodic.

The conversations and tones around him began to shift, and with the change of atmosphere brought a change of conversation. Most seemed to be here on business: shipments to a cart, building, or otherwise; bundles of what looked to be what Honey Bunches smelled as incense being carried inconspicuously by an unknown figure. Starting to gain on this figure, he let his instincts do the work by quickly navigating through the crowd. With each “Excuse me,” and every apology, he began to get faster, until he realized he had ran directly past the incense transporter.

Knackered, Honey Bunches sighed and decided to smell what the world had to offer. Holding his nose up in the air, he let out a few loud sniffs, before starting to follow the scent once more.

Although it seemed closer, Honey Bunches let himself space out once more as he attempted to find the source of this great scent.

In a few idle-minded moments, he found himself at the business in which two potential friends were enjoying a bite to eat.

On entering, his mind was wandering to the scents around him, and he stuck his face directly in the pot of flowers next to a gorgeous young figure, preoccupied in speaking with the former company. He stuck with deciding to not interrupt.

At this point, he was much too preoccupied with his queue of thoughts to remove his face from the pot of flowers. His eye darted away from the two others, then towards them. He noticed Katsuragi and his pattern, trying to gauge by his expression how successful he was flirting with the person with their back turned to him. Pulling his face out of the flowers finally, he leaned to the left at a 45-degree angle, his sunglasses in his hand, eyes wide creepily staring at Katsuragi. This wasn’t on purpose, this was just his face and part of the problem with meeting new people.

Whipping his head to the business owner, he said “give the-- the ginger sake, floral sake, neat, then give me a--” He makes sure he has the business owner’s attention, “then give me a glass big enough to fit your fist into. Do three each of the sake,” he continues, ignoring the fact that this was likely not an alcohol establishment, as well as the fact that it was early in the day, at the height of when a ninja could get something accomplished. After settling the misunderstanding, he orders a simple meal and sits down, forgetting completely how he had ended up here in the first place, spacing out.

If anyone had interacted with him in this period, he would have not heard it, but after spacing out he would turn and interact with no reserves.

NP: 1
HEADS: NO AUTOMATIC ACTIVATION
1100 of 1100

Katsuragi straightens his back, gaining view of the now curious fellow with their head and attention turned towards the bees. His eyes leering downwards from a high position to get a better view of his company's neck. Curiosity was sure getting the better of the cool cat Katsuragi. But to no avail, the damn collar was in the way once more. Sucking his teeth, he returns to his previous posture once gain, before any notice.

If pondering the gender of the bird next to him wasn't troubling enough, the next set of actions would soon take the cake. His face grows curious upon the beckoning of the bees. Why? he thought. Bring them closer to the two was a bad thing, he brings right arm back, closer to his upper chess. His elbow ready shove the bird forward once the bees get ticked off and ready to pursue. Katsuragi wasnt getting stung for no one, especially dumb birds like this one.

'dammit you, you dumb bird! What is you doin?!', his mind running countless scenarios one what could happen. The balls of his feet were firmly pressed against the ground ready to dash. It was a shame his bowl of food wasn't ready yet, he cold feel his stomach churn. Or was it the fear of getting stung by pissed off bees the cause of it?

Suddenly, the stranger things in life would manifest before Katsuragi. He watched it all in silence with a open jaw. The spiders swarming in on the bees, taking their life along with everything else. And it all happened right before the cigarette he once held in his mouth finally dropped on the counter, bouncing harmlessly till it finally laid on the counter with the same stillness as the once bumbling bees. Katsuragi never seen anything like this, control of over insects like so. Being locked up in prison sure robbed him of a proper education of the shinobi arts. His vexed eyes still fixed on the bird's arm, he wonders what else as underneath hood. "Hmm...", his awkwardness was showing with his right arm finally lowered just a tad to his lower torso. He was like a kid playing with their first pet, so curious yet hesitant. However, he soon finds himself snapping back to reality upon gaining some clarity on the situation.

-"I’ll have to start looking for missions soon or else that outstanding tab i have wont get paid and from the looks of it i might have to travel to another country to get the ryo.
I’ll have a travel pack ready in a few minutes young sir"-

"Hol up, what?! you a dude?"

"Damn....", his shoulders dropped upon realizing what was finally going on around here. Now what was going on within his mind, he as still tryin to sort that out. All he could hear was his heart pounding within his chest. Looking over to his left, he sees another customer about three meters away, heavily dressed like the bird and himself.

"Ight, um. Can I please get my...", His words cut short as he now sits there in silence, feeling forever lost as he listens to the sips of tea. He unknowingly speaks, "Katsuragi..."

Yemma would let out a small stifled laugh as he rose his hand twoard his mouth , in an attempt to suppress his amusement at the one named katsuragi. The young walking have found it rather hilarious that this man thought him to be a woman , but then again who could truly blame him as yemma tended to do his best in terms of keeping his looks androgynies. The range of jobs he could do while looking like both a man or woman gave him a much broader scope than most shinobi , as sometimes it's easier to kill a target once your already in thier bed chambers then all you would have to do is escape or fight through the guards either way it all came down to a mission well done.

Just as katsuragi would begin to speak the old man behind the counter would whip around , setting a rather large bowl of curry. The steam rising off of bowl seemed to dance before the patrons eyes , calling forth his primal urges to devour this food that sat before him. Sajem would then whip out a paper fan and begin waving it over the mans food , in an attempt to cool it so he could dig in right away or so it would seem. In truth sajem was useing this fan to not only slightly cool the food but to truly get all the smells produced by the herbs within the curry to truly take hold of the man.

Once sajem was thoroughly pleased with this he would turn his attention twoard the newest member of the duo , a large scruffy man who out of all the shady men he'd seen in his life honey bunches would have to take the cake. A small bead of sweat would fall down the side of his cheek as the man made his request , to which sajem would reach below the counter and simply grab the largest bottle of sake he had and set it on the counter.

"just take and don't rob me i have grandchildren to feed" he would say rather dismissively in an attempt to appease the giant man , sajem was a simple food vendor with many problems in his home life he didn't need any enemies. With that issue taken care of he would set down a spoon and pair of metal chop sticks next to katsuragi's bowl , wanting the young man to truly enjoy his food.

He would then turn to Yemma a cheeky smile plastered upon the young shinobi's face , the old man would reach out and snap his fingers infront of yemma's face shocking him almost making him fall off the rickety stool. the old man would laugh a bit beofore waving his finger in a 'tut tut' type manner , "what have i told you about stirring up trouble with my patrons.." he would say a small smile on his own face as he began to put together several bento box's of food and military ration pills for the young yemma.

Yemma would give a light huff as he rested his chin in his hand upon the counter , "yeah , yeah wasn't my fault this time.." he would mumble as he turned his attention to honey bunches sparing a single glance before facing forward once more. "Hey sajem could you throw me a few glasses of sake my way as well please dont want the big guy getting drunk alone now do we?" yemma would jeer out at the sajem as he was making his travel pack being corgel as he does so.

once the shots where in hand yemms would down them , and then proceed to vacate the area his travel pack now slung over his shoulder as he faded into the crowd. leaving nothing behind but a single spider on the counter , a pile of dead bees and three hundred ryo

WC: 640
TWC: 3,699
[EXIT]
[Will put claims in later]

Honey Bunches saw the bottle of sake dropped on the table and pounced on it like a dying dog finding water. Using only his palms instead of his dextrous fingers to open the bottle, he began gnawing on the lid. After much theatrics, with a hissing snap, the bottle popped open. A bit of fog sparkling out the tip of the bottle was a fountain of youth for this great wolf’s thirst. Breathing in the sweet vapors slowly and keeping his eyes shut, Honey Bunches slowly tipped it back.

He felt the sweet rivers flowing in the earth kingdom to the north, and he felt the cool sharpness of the pebbles lining the riverbanks, whisked away along the stream from where he could taste this great drink’s make. Looking to the bottle, he stopped sipping and suddenly began drinking thirstily, as if it were water.

As he let the bottle flow through him, he got about a quarter of the way through before putting it down, clamping down his teeth on the wax seal before looking at the label. A sip was a trek through paradise, but chugging it made him feel like he was under the same assault as the earth country.

“Age that for a while, huh?” Honey Bunches starts coughing into his shoulder, before picking it back up and waving for a few glasses. Pouring one each for the two bar mates, he looks over at Katsuragi and Yemma, eyes narrowed. “You seem like you’d like ice…” He thinks,

“I’m Honey Bunches, a local blacksmith and a man of familial values. You see,” he flexes his muscles, “I’m a really big fan of taking care of my family, and earning real money.” He nods, looking at the two of them and guessing they were shinobi as he was. “I don’t know you guys from the salt in this curry, but I’m guessing that you aren’t about to challenge me to a fight to the death, either of you…” He nods, handing them each a slip of paper that said, “I’M AM HOMIES WITH HONEY BUNCHES.” The paper, somewhat flimsy, as if drawn himself from the paper he found in the nearby area. Upon close inspection, it was clear to be from the napkins present around the stall itself. “If you ever need a job well done, or a strong set of arms…” He flexes and puts the bottle of sake in his mouth, before throwing his weight back in the chair and falling backward. Shouting and hitting his head, Honey Bunches soon found himself forgetting where he was up to about fifteen minutes ago.

Thinking about nothing but birds, Honey Bunches felt extremely suspicious. He did not hear any tweets within twenty-five meters of their collection, but he did smell the earthy scent of decaying organic matter. Keeping the bottle in his mouth, like a pacifier through this entire ordeal, Honey Bunches inspected and sniffed the pile of dead bees, taking one into his mouth, and spitting it out with disgust. Dazed and confused, he crawled along the bar floor and moaned, scraping his hands on the wood, moving in to touch the two ninjas as if they were old friends, smelling them as he crept up on them. The bottle still did not leave his mouth, having him look like some kind of disgusting alien.

He threw his head back, another quarter of the bottle seeming to vanish at his whim, causing him to take the bottle out of his mouth and pour a second shot for his friends, seemingly ignorant of the saliva coating the rim, and of Yemma taking his exit. Keeping a steady grip, it was obvious he wasn’t drunk and disorderly. He did hit his head rather hard however and that took its toll quickly.

His face was now red, his cheeks flushed white with his eyes bulging behind his sunglasses, Honey Bunches stomped his feet and started to lose focus of what he wanted to do in the first place. Throwing one arm in the air, he starts to thrust his hips and spin his unused arm, screaming “Wooo!” at the top of his lungs. Dropping his arms and neck, he snaps finger guns at Katsuragi, inviting him to show him some moves, before finishing the bottle before the company’s eyes and tearing off his jacket, throwing it towards the door.

“THIS PARTY AIN’T NEVER GONNA ST--”

The growl of pure disgust from the owner of this establishment was obvious that Honey Bunches was about to take this out of hand, and with this discovery he took a deep breath, and sat down. Watching Yemma leave, he sighed and shook his head.

Settling his dancing instincts, the tall man took a seat meekly and looked over at the pair beside him, as if nothing had transpired, but deep down he knew that it did. Drinking a glass of water that appeared in front of him, he rested his head on the table and watched him, his vision still clear in the night. Smelling the air around them, he watched the bugs and flicked them across the table, playing some kind of game aiming them towards Yemma’s empty glass. Sitting up, Honey Bunches stretched his great limbs, before yawning and calling out Katsuragi’s name as he yawned. Returning to his normal position, he cracks his shoulders and stares down at him, noting a distinct lack of headband.


“You seem alright bucket grinder, you hail from the marsh or some kind of dark passage?” He laughs and then scratches his arm, realizing that he wasn’t really that funny right now. The hit he took to his head had an effect on him at this point, and he didn’t want to find out if this man had a temper. After smelling them Honey Bunches decided that he had pushed their boundaries enough, and he would take a break from creeping on random citizens in the future. Although, if they held onto his napkin perhaps they would give him a chance, and he could find himself with a pack at last, strengthened against the threat of the outside world.

Knowing his true destiny would lead him all across the shinobi world, Honey Bunches looked off into the horizon once more and sighed, the sun already high enough in the sky to be considered afternoon in his book, though others would say noon. Ready for a long day of missions and a long night of crawling through the markets in search of forbidden treasures, Honey Bunches would drop a large sum of ryo on the counter, stacking the coins into neat piles from his drunken state. As he did this, he felt the meditative qualities of this exercise start to calm him, and he invited Katsuragi to meditate with him.

“Let this be a lesson, from this crazed man to you... “ Honey Bunches holds out his hands in a gesture of peace and goodwill, and started, “You could know every sign on any road you travel, but you will find yourself lost if you forget the way back home.” He nods. “If you’re lost, then your home is behind you. If you are content to the point of restlessness, you have to hunt your home like a hawk, and never relent.” He nods, “Note as well, the home we rest our body cannot heal within. Within each of us, a home its’ own must be tended.” He smiles, looking out towards a garden, and falling completely silent, getting lost in the sights around him. Shaking his head, he reads the label of the sake again, and seems to hop out of his trance for the time being.

“Man, who made this stuff? This is the best sake I’ve had in my life.” He grins, watching his ryo disappear from the purchase. He totally disregards what just happened, starting to blow into the bottle and giggle, repeatedly doing so. After he lost interest in this he dropped the bottle on the table and stumbled to the door, throwing on his jacket and adjusting it on his body, making sure to shake the dust off beforehand. He looks back towards the other ninja, and stays for a moment to finish his conversation.

He then pays attention to what Katsuragi has to say, interested in if he was the type to complete missions, or if he was moving on from one place to the next. After he found out what he had to say, he gave a brief thumbs-up before crouching his legs and dashing out of the room at full speed.

He had an incense salesman to track down, and he would not be stopped.
{1447 of 2547}
[CLOSED]

TRAINING:

STATS:

2500, 47 discarded
Chakra: 37 + 13 = 50
STAT CAP REACHED
HEALTH GAIN: 200 TO 300
1200 words extra, used to train AP

+24 ap from 50, 74 bonus AP total

TECHNIQUES:
2500, 47 discarded

Werewolf Transformation (REQUIREMENTS MET from here, here(uncontrolled form), and this thread as the final social thread. )

Scents Tracked: Yemma Kibitsuji, Katsuragi