Desperado

It was just after 12PM when Howl found himself pacing throughout the town again. It appeared as if his legs were moving on their own, their owner, lost in a sort of trance like state, deep in thought. Howl’s train of thought was disturbed, and he was brought back to reality by the sound of his stomach growling. It was lunch time but Howl didn’t have the will to eat. He was becoming restless. Howl had spent the past few days wandering the many interwinding streets of the village, contemplating his existence. At points when he wasn’t daydreaming, he swore he could make out his footprints from days prior.
 
“Think Ita…” Howl would say to himself under his breath, his legs continuing to move harmoniously and with each step he grew closer to the residential district of the village. “Forget it, I’ll have to worry about that later…” He mumbled. Since arriving in Tanbogakure, Ita had made no progress towards finding out what had happened to him or what he was going to do next. He had been able to piece together an idea of what he’d like to do, but before any of those desires could be realized, there was much that needed to be done and walking around the village, wasting time pondering how he got here was not going to solve anything. Now that Ita had come to grips with his current reality, he needed to set some goals. His time in Tanbogakure was beginning to expire and if he didn’t move soon, any leads as to how this happened to him would go cold. “Alright Ita, what do I do first...” The blonde thought about his options before concluding. “First, I need my eyes back.” He thought, alluding to his sharingan which were no longer in his possession. Ita did not know, but the black zetsu cells had completely stripped him of his clan’s DNA- including… his Sharingan. The hair and long skinny legs Ita could deal with- but the eyes- his eyes- were different. “Can’t go there….” Howl said. At first, he was sad, but then he laughed. Howl knew heading to Sunagakure would be his best chance on getting his hands on a set of Sharingan for sale, but he wouldn’t dare. The Kazekage had lent Ita and his village her hand in their darkest hour and Ita dropped the ball by disappearing. Mizu had not known, but Ita had become too sick to lead a village on the verge of war. This was why he had choose to disappear to his dimension of kamui, leaving the position in the hands of a young and capable warrior who embodies the Will of Fire, while also leaving behind a living clone, Itwo, to watch over him.
 
Everything was going according to plan, but before Ita could fade into the afterlife, his body was consumed and morphed by a strange, black glob which ultimately stripped him of his identity and spit him out of Kamui into a rice paddy field. Ita felt thankful for this new chance at life and the hospitality the Rice village has shown him since his arrival, but he couldn’t help feeling hallow as the ghosts of his past continued to haunt him. He felt guilty for not returning to his home, but who would believe him? “That’s just an excuse…” Ita checked himself. “I honestly don’t know what I want.” He sighed. “Alright, snap out of it.” Howl shook off any feelings of self-doubt and became focused and motivated once more. “Alright, eyes then relocate to try and gather more information- can’t go to Suna, can’t go to Konoha. I’ll cut around through the minor countries to avoid getting anywhere near them if I must.” Out of the corner of Howl’s eye, he noticed a peculiar building with a rather odd-looking person exiting from it in a suspicious manner as if trying to be inconspicuous but was trying to hard or almost looking for attention. “I guess that’s a good place to start.”
 
Howl casually walked over to the building as if he belonged and entered. Once inside, if not greeted, he would stroll around the room, pretending to be interested in whatever it was they were selling, while also trying to get a better understanding of what this place was or who was in there. Maybe today was his lucky day and someone here would have a clue as to where he could partake in procuring a new set of eyes. If Ita had not been born an Uchiha- he would never have thought to do this, but felt that since he was, he was entitled to whatever eyes he could find on the black market. He had even convinced himself in doing so, that he was protecting his clan from their bloodline falling into the wrong hands- and ultimately his village. So maybe he was doing something good. Ita’s normal person eyes darted around the room whenever he bent over to pretend to look at something, waiting to find someone worth talking to.

WC:  844

[Exit and discarding all WC from thread]

OOC note: Nothing wrong with the thread, just need to move some other things along and that means exiting tanbo sooner than i think this thread will progress. I asked ita about progress and received no response as to whether or not he was going to post soon so I am choosing to exit early.

Arantima wrote:[Exit and discarding all WC from thread]

OOC note: Nothing wrong with the thread, just need to move some other things along and that means exiting tanbo sooner than i think this thread will progress. I asked ita about progress and received no response as to whether or not he was going to post soon so I am choosing to exit early.

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Ita was not kept waiting long. The sound of creaking stairs alerted the Uchiha that someone was approaching, causing him to turn around from the merchandise he was browsing through to face them. Upon first glimpse, Ita’s first observation was that the sounds the man’s steps made did not match the weight of the gear that adorned him. He was clearly a shinobi of sort based on the way he carried himself, but something was off about them. The man had stark white hair and red, devilish eyes. For a moment, Ita had mistaken them for sharingan and became immediately intrigued, but upon further investigation, they were something entirely different.
 
The man removed the mask that covered their mouth and let out a soft sigh. He examined Howl, which felt weird, but understandable considering Ita had entered unannounced. The man informed Howl that the ‘Wind Demons Guild’ was going to be closing temporarily until he could find help to run the store while he was away. 
 
“Sorry to hear that, finding good help isn’t easy these days.” Howl said, showing sympathy towards the man’s endeavors. Howl quickly examined the sign, annoyed how much slower his regular eyes perceived the reality around him than his previous. Howl staired a few moments longer, but by this point, he had already concluded the objects he had originally journeyed into this building for, were not on the list. “Sorry, but I was looking for something a little bit more, unique.” Howl would say, seeing how the man would respond.
 
He informed Howl that the wares in his store had been supplied by none other than the brother of the previous Kazekage and someone Howl knew well. “Mizuki Ohta? You don’t say…” Ita had been so caught off guard by the man’s mention of her, that he did not initially pick up on the fact that he had said ‘previous Kazekage’. “Wait, did you say previous?”
 
By this point, the man seemed rather indifferent towards Howl’s questions and was more concerned with preparing his store for his departure. “Well, I’ll be going. Good luck.” Howl would say, then depart from the Demon’s Wind Guild. Once outside, Howl would dissect the brief event. “I bet that won’t be the last time I’ll be seeing him… where to next?” Howl would say to himself under his breath.

WC: 390
TWC: 1234

12 Stats towards Speed. 

Dismantling Aura 1234/5000

[Exit]

Howl wrote:WC: 390
TWC: 1234

12 Stats towards Speed. 

Dismantling Aura 1234/5000

[Exit]

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