And back out! (Requesting Exit)

[Kairyuu]

So business outside of the village. One moment he had business, on violent reaction later and he was leaving. Maki whistles softly as he heads towards the upper portion of the dojo and the exit to the outside world. In hand was the missive that he would show as proof to anyone who stopped him. And there was a smile upon his face. Mostly because the missive was signed and stamped by one Senju Kazuki, so it was his hope that it would deter questions.

Sennin Kazuki of Sunagakure hereby commands Isaki Tsukiakari, born in Kirigakure, but from Konohagakure, to gather proof of Konohagakure's current state after its downfall at the hand of the Fire Daimyo. Tsukiakari has free reign to choose what kind of proof he will bring back, but Sunagakure will not be held responsible for any issues or damage he may potentially cause throughout his quest.

 

[Sand Council]

There was only one man standing guard, well one could call him a man but it would be more accurate to refer to him as a giant. Almost seven feet in height, festooned with all that glittered, most women lacked the bling this man donned. The gold distracted from his bare, tattooed torso. The man looked more like a body builder than a sentinel but he was likely just as effective. At least physically he was likely an effective specimen. Mentally, on the other hand... he might be a bit simple.

"Bird? Where is bird with the tweeting in building?" A thick accented massive blonde pondered out loud.

He looked around and he saw no bird. He would of course look again, nothing got past this behemoth. Standing seven feet in height, his muscular form shifted as his meaty neck turned side to side unburdened by the weight of his mind but slightly so by the sheer mass of his form. Then with his teal eyes he saw it, the unfortunate, ugly bird striding on two legs nary a feather on its clothed form. "You no bird!" The blonde rebuked, vexed by his whistle of lies. "Out false fowl," he would announce as he gripped the door with his hand and swung it open. The unfortunate, innocent door was ripped from its hinges, the doorframe sagged where the portal once was.

Turn... Then pull... Right.

He would not read Kazuki's missive, in truth he really could not read. He would eye the clock across the room. Almost the time where the clock hands look like an L, that was the time everything was closed. That was what he said. "Out-out little liar bird! The time is almost" he gestured with his hands the "L" shape he was supposed to watch for. "Out before we close!"

[Get Out-- SHOO!]​

 

[Kairyuu]

Maki wasn’t sure if the thing that let him out was a grown man or a child with some weird disorder, one thing for sure was it made the man he’d come here to remove from existence look downright humble. But, it wasn’t his business, he had stuff to do for an important person in Sand. He nods, leaves, and wonders why we wants chicken now.

(Topic/village left)

 

[Sand Council]

The clock was now "L", time to close the door. He looked down at the door in his hand. Oh yeah... the straight-lined thing will not fit in the now not straight lined thing. He let out a childish huff. He hated door duty and he did not even have a door anymore. Why couldn't Ichi do this?

"Hands are L.

Kill everything that comes and goes."

He repeated this mantra several times over, but then when he looked up and he saw something terrible. The hands were no longer "L" They were "I". He did not know what he was supposed to do when the hands went straight. Thankfully Ni was a resourceful man, he would pull his headset from a paper bag, he kept it with his sammich and placed it on his head. It was already preset to the correct frequency. Shichi was a nice lady. "Boss? ...BOSS?" The large man called into the headset. On the other end static, then a grumble. "Yes, Ni?"

"The clock hands... They moved!" He gestured where the clock hands were presently pointing not that his gestures could be seen.

"Ni..." there was a tone of irritation. "Are you bigger than the clock?"[color]

"Yes."

"Then how dare it disobey... Break the clock and move the hands to where they should have stayed."

That. Was. Fucking Brilliant!

The massive, partially clothed blonde professional wrestler approached the clock. "Nobody disobeys the talky man!" His hassive boulder-like fists overhead in a single downward swing he shattered the clock. There was no face... no arms... nothing left to recover.

Crap.

He pressed the intercom on his headset. "Baaawwwsss?"

"What now?"

"I-- broke it," Ni shamefully admitted.

"OK, good."

"But I cannot make the pointy things point."

"Sigh"

[Topic Donez]​