Beach Bums and Stories, A Hoshigakure Summer Tale

Sun Aug 21, 2022 12:38 pm

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And then she painted my eyes and lips, then I stepped into a satin
FANCYWASNT
MY NAME

Miki moved along the beach; she had shown up on several hours before, having spent the beginning of her morning relaxing, tanning, and enjoying the open space and good weather – she decided to begin her inspection as to where the hell she was. Knowing she was no longer in Hoshigakure, she did however enjoy the small break from village life as she as able to relax and lounge on the beach without any worry that she was being watched in anyway. Miki found herself stopping at one of the food stands, getting shaved ice that looked like a rainbow in a bowl; accompanied with a spoon and straw for being able to eat and drink from it.

As she moved along; she found herself at a different section of beach, one where there was little to no people; a soft sigh of relief as she brought herself into the hammock located between two palm trees; though ever curious as to why no people were in this small section of beach, or if perhaps she missed a sign along her walk about this piece of the beach.

As she lounged in the hammock, softly taking sips of the shaved ice as she closed her eyes soaking in the sun as she relaxed little did she know that off in the distance there was a raft incoming to the beach; weather torn and old. The aged raft moved slowly towards the beach; at the current distance it almost only looked like a small speck at sea; as it raged closer, one could make out a lump on the raft; holding a small white ball it would appear, the ruffled clothes that laid on top of the raft would contain an underweight small and fragile man; clinging to the ball for dear life, seemingly passed out from heat exhaustion as he stayed in his fetal position.

Miki would remain unaware of the situation until the screams on lookers would stir her awake; her emerald eyes shooting across the once empty section of beach, towards what was now full of beach goers. Her eyes landing on the raft making its way onto the beach – the lump of clothing concealing the man for the most part as she found herself getting up and off the hammock, a small sigh as she walked across the warm sand, and towards the water as she entered the ocean a few feet, in an attempt to get a better view.

It would quickly come to her attention that this was a distress situation as she could read the faint chakra signature of the man on the raft; faint and weak… “Shit… There goes relaxing…” She would mutter to herself as she looked towards the beach, there had to be other shinobi on the beach; they would need to work fast to save the man on the raft.

Stats

Health 300
Chakra 59
Vigor 105
Speed 40
Strength 5

AP

1130/1130

Active Jutsu

None
Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 478
Total WC 478
Total WC Needed 478/2500

Active Skills
Beloved Presence This skill gives me double the mission rewards, and double ryo.

Claims

None

Post Information

Bathing Suit:

2 B Rank, 1 A Rank Missions:

Tagged

Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it fit me good

Sun Aug 21, 2022 12:56 pm

Have you ever had something happen to you consistently that you were so sure that someone had to be playing a prank on you? That this kind of deliberate and precise actions and happenings had to mean that someone out there was purposely targeting you and was probably getting joy from seeing your misery? That is how Crom felt about now. To explain a bit of what was going on to the young man, during one of his normal days of reading and relaxing he had been transported to a beach resort and ended up helping various people on a slew of random tasks. Eventually after helping people he had been transported back to Hoshigakure and had thought that he would be able to return to his normal life. That had been false to the highest degree as he ended up being taken back to the same beach to help with some other things once more.

Now he was back in Hoshigakure, he had even been able to enter his home and had started to let his guard down with a large sigh, closing his eyes and just enjoying finally being done with having to interact with others and helping others out of no where. While he had his eyes closed he felt the temperature change in the room and the dim lights had grown to be bright as the sun in the day time. Crom refused to open his eyes though as he knew he was back on that damn beach and for a moment of childish stubbornness he felt that if he kept his eyes closed he didn’t have to acknowledge what had happened and whatever crazy and spiteful being that had caused this to continue to happen would allow him to return back to his home and leave him be.

Time passed and nothing changed beyond now Crom was sweating from the heat and standing in the sun, he could hear the beach goers mention his odd behavior as they seemed to move around him. Though the tone and mutterings turned to panic and surprise which caused the annoyed Shinobi to open his eyes and look around. It took a moment for him to adjust his eyesight to the sun but once he was set on that he noticed the large group of people surrounding something by the shore. “If people are gathering it means I need to go over for something.” Crom complained to himself as he ran over to the large group trying to figure out what was going on.

It seemed that someone had come ashore on a raft and was needing help of some sort, Crom was not an expert in any in-depth medical work beyond basic first aid for those in combat. As he pushed himself through the crowd he noticed another person that was familiar to him, it seemed to be Miki a fellow Shinobi that he had worked with prior in the village and here on the beach. It seemed that she was also approaching the man on the raft to help out.

“Miki, we got to move him to some shade. I can make some ice to help cool him down.” Crom yelled out to woman, Hoping that she could hear him as they grew closer. Crom began to form the needed handsigns, Ram-Dragon, for a basic Jutsu that allowed him to create minor ice creations. Normally this was a jutsu that those of the Yuki clan used to practice their control of the element but Crom was just making the most basic of ice cubes with it to help bring down the man’s body temperature.

WC: 607
Tech Used: Ice Release: Token Creation -5Ap
AP: 1406 - 5 = 1401

Mon Aug 22, 2022 11:22 pm

Shortly after their time spent helping out with the movie, Inazuma and her brother disappeared into the life of the beach. She wanted nothing more than to enjoy her time in the new surroundings she had been in, and for once since her conception be able to figure out what she wanted for herself. She liked smithing with their father and it was something she didn't think she could do. With her slender hands she made weapons and armors almost on par with her father whom was regarded as one of the best smiths in the village, but she wanted more for herself as well. Being on the beach definitely helped her with plotting on her path, but that path had still been blurry. She sat on her beach towel covered by a parasol as he leaned back and let some of the rays of the sun touch her body. She could hear the cheers and laughs of the people playing on the beach which only helped her focus on what she wanted the most. A certain voice caused her to crack an eye open just to check in on him, for all of the energy he had sometimes she wondered if he was truly bottomless in his reserves. Either way she would close her eyes back and begin to go back to what she had been doing. In the midst of her thoughts she could hear some commotion followed by yelling which caused her to sit up and open her eyes. A few people had been pointing to a location where two others had gathered on the scene, both of which she had met only moments before hand. Standing up she would move over quickly to both Miki and Crom, assessing the situation that had been going on in the meantime," What is his condition and is he okay?," she could see Crom making attempts to try and cool the man down, but she knew he may need medical attention. Bringing two of her fingers to her lips she would whistle twice to grab the attention of her brother," Ryouma! Someone requires medical attention. Get over here," she wouldn't turn to see if he had been coming over but knew the rash male would come.

Sliding over to the right she would take one of his arms and begin to help Crom move him on over to the shade," Lift on three okay? One. Two. Three," and one three she would gently begin to move him over to the shade. She didn't know much medically but she was definitely with someone that had some medical training. Looking around she would try to figure out how exactly this individual got themselves in the position they were in. All she could see had been a raft not far from their position which caused her to stand up and move over to look at it. Circling it she would see that it was crudely built, seemingly in a rush. What made them make it was unknown but for now she would return over to the group to see if the man had been brought back to consciousness.

WC: 525

Mon Aug 22, 2022 11:38 pm

After enjoying wrecking havoc on those willing and unwilling, Ibaraki better known as Ryouma had found himself on a different side of the beach with his sister. While she had resigned herself to enjoy the relaxation portion of the beach, Ryouma on the other hand had decided to play as much as he could. He and his sister had just existed one day with a few memories of the world thanks to their father, but no experiences of his own. That had bothered them but this infinite schism of a dimension allowed him to get it all out. He had been the size of a child with the mentality and intelligence of a grown man which may have been a slight or a joke from his father, but there had been nothing keeping him from gaining the respect he deserved. Currently the red eyed male had been sitting in the sand building another citadel as he liked to call it, one bigger and better than the last one he ruled. No sticks had been involved thankfully, but if he had gotten his hands on one it was probably going to be trouble for whoever crossed him. In the distance he could see a couple of kids doing the same but also another group looking at them. He had a feeling they had been what he had known as "bullies" and he...found it annoying. Staying to himself though he would continue to build his own castle, stopping every so often to look over at the group. Ryouma continued finely patting each part of the castle that he built with precision, adding water to strengthen the construct and assure its stability if say an errant wave came crashing into it by some ungodly reason. It was after he finished building the main aftcastle that he had heard it. One kid had complained and another knocked something over, causing a stirring of emotions.

He knew better to get involved, but someone had to be an adult here. Standing up he would dust off some of the stand that had been on him and grabbed his little sleeveless jacket (We don't know how he got it though) putting it on and walking over to the group that had begun to bicker. The builders would continue to yell at the bullies that held their ground, denying that they did it on purpose but Ryouma knew. Clearing his throat he would look at the bullies in particular and tap his foot in the sand," Just apologize to these kids and leave them alone. You might be bigger than them but you aren't infallible. If you keep messing with them i'll knock you down a peg or two," and they laughed at him. Asking what he would do if they didn't, one threw a stick at him which was dodged and he only smiled. Picking up the stick he would smooth it out just a bit so it looked like a smaller staff and shrugged," I'll beat the crap out of you with this. Don't worry i'm a trained medic so i'll heal you up after the fact," the biggest of the three laughed and went to swing at Ryouma but would find that they would miss their mark. Soon a fight would break out which was fine with him. Taking it stride he would thwap and beat the bullies with the power of stick, but just before he finished he could hear his sister whistle and then her speak. Sighing he would smack them one more time before coming over to see what she had wanted. Looking over the man he would raise a brow, more so at the volleyball he had in his possession and just shrugged before going over to check on him," Alright let's see what's going on...Geez buddy you reek," though when he realized he had been a little hotter than normal, and a little unconscience he suspected it to be due to something else.

Taking a chance he would raise his right hand and with expert force, slap the holy shit out of his solar plexus causing him to spit up a small quantity of water. Laughing he would shake his hand and sit down," At least he's alive now. I'll bill you for services rendered in a moment."

WC: 718

Tue Aug 23, 2022 3:21 pm

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair And then she painted my eyes and lips, then I stepped into a satin
FANCYWASNT
MY NAME

And like that, it seemed that the same team she had earlier was back together again… It was amusing to her that certain people had a pull towards each other; in the case she had with both Tsunayoshi and Morio; she seemed to have with Crom and the two newest comers; it was interesting to say the least… As Miki nodded, working closely with each of them to ensure that they managed to stabilize the man; as he would come to; his eyes flickering open – his heart rate would speed up, “WILSON!” He would cry, his arms would begin to flutter around trying to find the volleyball that he came to shore with. Finding it within the clothes that hung around his scrawny body; hugging it tightly as he looked around at the four different looking individuals – “Are you okay… Sir?” Miki would inquire as he starred, rather bewildered at each of them, almost as if he was seeing ghosts.

Miki couldn’t help but understand the look on his face, considering her own encounter not to long ago within the temple of Hoshigakure’s fallen… It was an experience that she could never forget about… And not one that she could so easily ignore… She found herself watching the mans expressions as he spoke to the volleyball; continuing to refer to it was Wilson, “Sir? May I ask… What your name is? I understand… He,” she motioned her hand towards the volleyball, “is Wilson. But you haven’t give us your name, where you’re from or how you ended up on that raft…” She would make sure to make note of how he would react to this, and how they could help him…

After several moments of him rambling on; without any real answers – it was rather apparent that this man had no memory of what happened to him, or anything along those lines. “We need to find a way to regain his memory.” She stated to the others, “We can’t simply let in back into the real world without knowing anything…” She would state, placing her index finger on her bottom lip as she thought… Something had to remind this man of what happened, perhaps there was a clue in the raft that he left behind… She would glance over in the direction of the raft; “I’m going to check it out… Maybe we missed something.” She would speak softly, before leaving towards the raft, inspecting it rather carefully, before taking note of marks along the wood on the raft, words strewn across it; unsure what it meant as she looked at each of them as she walked around the raft in several circles before stopping… Pondering for several moments; the words didn’t seem to have anything to do with the situation… Yet something told her they had a play in it all… She just couldn’t quite figure it out… Not yet anyways.

As she shrugged it off, she would return to the others, and inform them of what she found, which was basically nothing save for the scrawling’s of a crazy person. She explained what she seemed to think, that the volleyball had something to do with his absence of memory… However; the only way to truly know what to take the ball away… Should they all agree with her conclusion; she would remove the ball from the man; watching as he began to freak out, trying to grab at her and stop her from removing the ball any further than she already had; assuming that the others would hold the man back, she would move herself several feet back, and take the ball up to her ear… With a soft shake of it by her ear; she would heard something rattling inside of it…

Without a second thought, she would remove a kunai; using it to open the ball after taking note of a small cut already in it; using that exact same spot to open it back up. “Hmm…” She would whisper as she opened it, “ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! You got me, you got me! I know, I remember, but please just… Just leave it!” The man would whine; but it was already too late… As she pulled out a large diamond covered in blood. “What the hell?” She would move her eyes up to look towards the others; but everything would be gone, she would be sitting on top of a lifeguard stand…

The confusion only lasted a few moments before Miki would hear someone speak: “Hey! Thanks to you and your friends for covering those shifts for us. It’s crazy that everyone got sick from that food last night. We really appreciate you covering all 8 hours of the shift.” Miki would nod, confused about what friends the person was talking about; she couldn’t seem to remember agreeing to the shift… Nor could she remember ever coming on to the beach… What was going on here? “Hello?” Miki spoke into the walkie talkie, “Do you know whats going on?” She questioned the others on the line… Something wasn’t right… It didn’t make sense.

Stats

Health 300
Chakra 59
Vigor 105
Speed 40
Strength 5

AP

1130/1130

Active Jutsu

None
Total AP subtracted is 0 AP

Total Post WC 846
Total WC 1,324
Total WC Needed 1,324/2500

Active Skills
Beloved Presence This skill gives me double the mission rewards, and double ryo.

Claims

None

Post Information

Bathing Suit:

2 B Rank, 1 A Rank Missions:

Tagged

Dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip It was red velvet trim and it fit me good

Beach Bums and Stories, A Hoshigakure Summer Tale

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