Calling All Nakama! [Open/Free]

[Gotō Daiji]

"THAT'S IT!!!" "Pffft, your head got big Bak-" "THAT'S NOT MY DAMN NAME!!!"​

So far? Things seemed pretty normal for these two. They'd made it to Iwagakure and entered the Shinobi Village with only minor resistance. I mean...sure they weren't planning on ending up here...but hey! The duo was lucky they were such quick thinkers or they might not've been let in at all. Keiatsu's beard-and-sunglasses disguise? Pretty smart. Gun's brilliantly constructed lie thrown slightly off by his rose-haired companion? Pretty damn smart.

These two things combined into one? GENIUS.

Or...was it idiotic? Ahh who cares?! Either way, the rather mismatched duo had managed to make their way inside Iwagakure and were presently busy arguing with eachother. If you could it even call it that...it was more Gun yelling at Kei for being a moron. He didn't take any offense to it, just laughed. The menacing-looking merc loosened his grip and sighed. "Tch...I don't know why I even bother..." Nobody did. Especially not Keiatsu! Or was it that he didn't care? I forget. "I'm hungry." spoke the rose-haired youth as he walked down the street, rubbing his stomach all the while. Gun narrowed his dark green eyes at the boy. "When are you not hungry?" Silence. "Not?" A hand shot up and slapped Gun in the face. It was his own. He slapped his own face. "Goddammit..."

Right now the two didn't have any particular plan in mind. Gun had his own reasons for tagging along that were vaguely linked to Keiatsu's. And all the rose-haired wanderer had in mind was finding some friends to go back to Mist with loaded for bear. If that giant shadow-thing he saw firsthand did freeze Kiri? Beating it to a pulp would surely unfreeze the village and all its inhabitants...right? Right. At least in Kei's mind it was. He did have an odd sort of "luck" when it came to stumbling across past acquaintances (and danger in general...), so for now it was adventure time. Get something to eat. Find some old friends. Meet some new ones? Who knew what the future had in store? "Yo, Barakami. Think those broads from the Docks back in Water Country're here?" Keiatsu crossed his arms and let out a slight, "Hm..." as he mulled it over. "Maybe." The youth was about to continue walking when a sharp pang flooded his Sense. His eyes widened, and so did his stance as he reacted in shock. The battle-hardened mercenary of the two immediately took notice and raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" He'd never seen the kid act like this. Whatever it was, it had to be seriou-

"I'm hungry."

It's maintained that to this day, Gun's scream of rage could be heard round the world.

[Topic Begun w/ dNPC Gun]

 

[Shuisho Yochi]

Being a Shinobi of Iwagakure is a job of honor, of duty, of life and death. The few that have the privilege to master the ancients arts of jutsu and protect with all their power the citizens of their country. Resilient to the sounds of battle, to the fatigue of hardship , to …

“YAKITORI, FRESH YAKITORI. BEST PRICE. FIRST ONE, TWO FOR ONE.” cried the Iwagakure shinobi. Sometimes even the salary of the shinobi is not enough when you send most of it to the family in the wastelands.

Yochi had to do a small secondary job to cover little needs. At least he was getting also a couple of meals in the week if he did good enough. The shinobi also hoped that this activity would allow him to travel more inside the city and closer to the city. After all only traveling around and cleaning up nests of bandits didn't really help to learn the rumors of the city. Yochi also feared that the gangs of bandits might have infiltrated the city. They would never suspect a ninja in such perfect disguise!

The Iwagakure shinobi had grown a thick dark mustache over his upper lip and the side of his mouth. On his head there was a torn wheat-hat, and he was wearing a simple brown top. The simple looking shinobi was pushing a small cart with coil and a grill to place the Yakitori. Next to it was a small freezer with the reserved Yakitori and on top of it a table that Yochi would use to show his grilled and read for consumption meat. The ninja though felt naked without his equipment. He had to leave his sword back at home. The employer said it would scare off the clients. But in reality what Yochi hate the most was that he was not wearing his headband proudly but he had to hide it in his cloths.

Even if the young man did not particularly like this job, it was a nice feeling to give food to people. He noticed that his ears had become sharp when one was wishful for food. He had to grant that need at once! It was then he heard the warning word: “... hungry...”. Yochi looked around to a couple of man and moved his cart at once, passing by passengers, other sellers, little children in order to get in front of the two men.

“Good Yakitori! Get your Yakitori today! Two for one the first buy!” said the shinobi once he was near the duo. Acting like he accidentally heard the two man moved his cart smoothly near them. “Oh dear gentlements, no man should be hungry in Iwagakure, please have a try on me”, said with his most kind voice and extended a Yakitori to one of the two men. His plan might work! He was not sure if the strangers where from Iwagakure, at least they didn't have headbands. Maybe he could get valuable information. Maybe they where enemies of the Stone country, and Shuisho Yochi would have to perform his duty as a protector of the simple folk! BUT FIRST!

Yochi made the fire little stronger, and let some more Yakitori on the grill in order to burn the noisier of the strangers. Then his plan would work perfectly. No not the first one his other plan. To sell them as much Yakitori as possible!

[Topic Entered (I hope its ok)]
[MFT] WC: 550

 

[Kazu]

Today, Ayatsuri Ginjiro was not a shinobi. Today, Ginjiro was a boy with a dream. This dream was so intense, so passionate, and so overwhelming that it could not wait anymore. What was this dream, you may ask? Well, the dream was...

...to relax. Seriously, how long had it been since the young man had had a day off? All he'd been doing, everyday, was going to the library to look up puppetry books, walking around talking to different locals who might know anything, and even tinkering around with a few things on his own time. He'd been in this village for almost two weeks now, and he was starting to feel that there wasn't anything here for him. Maybe the knowledge he sought lay somewhere else? Before the young man could definitively say that, though, he would have to wait just a little longer. He hadn't completely given up yet, and until he did he wasn't leaving this village. After here, who knows? Maybe he'd visit the remains of Kirigakure, or maybe he'd just go straight to Kumogakure? Again, who knows? All that the young man did know, right now, was that he was way too tired with all of his training to want to put in even another hour. He was just so freaking done. All he wanted was to grab something to eat, relax on the grass, and just enjoy the sunlight. In short: he needed a break.

It was at this time, hungry and looking for something to eat, that he noticed a Yakitori salesman wheeling his cart around. The smell it gave off was simply divine, making the Ayatsuri's mouth just water with desire. It smelled so damn good, and he wanted it so badly. But what's this? What had gotten the man so worked up that he seemed to rush his cart over towards a couple of guys. They looked like an odd pair, not like the rest of the people around here. The young man empathized with that, as he too was an outside to this village. Was the salesman trying to pull some snake oil bullshit over them, truing to sell them overprices Yakitori? Again, who cares? All that Ginjiro knew is that he smelled good food, and he could see it being offered to these two without hesitation. It was then that the young man knew that an opportunity had presented itself. Giving off that wolfish grin that he often had, the young man activated his chakra strings jutsu. Snaking the strings over to where the scene was taking place, the young man attached a thread of chakra to the wooden stick the skewered chicken rested upon. He did that same thing to a couple of other ones, too. With a small yank, the Yakitori would fly right out of the salesman's fingers, sailing high into the sky without a trace. Landing gracefully in the young man's hands, some twenty or thirty meters away, the brown haired man smiled in delight as he looked over his spoils. His mouth was watering, and he couldn't resist anymore. He took a bite out of one of the Yakitori. As a little bit of grease made it's way down the young man's chin, he couldn't help but speak with a mouth full of food. "Oh damn, that's some good food..."

 

[Gotō Daiji]

"Uwah! Sooooo much Yakitori!!!~"​

He was glowing! Without the vendor even saying anything the prominent, glorious aroma from the skewers of chicken assaulted his olfactory function. There were many things Keiatsu loved in this world, but only few of them came close to these magical sticks of chicken. Saliva pooled from the corners of his mouth. It was ON. "Hear that, BP? It's a one for two." Gun glared at the youth, a dull expression on his face. "H-...how do you even function?" but his words fell on deaf unlistening ears. Keiatsu smashed his a fist into his open hand and grinned. "We'll take all of 'em." That was a loooot of chicken...but he sure seemed serious about it! There was only one small problem...

He was broke.

Two dark green eyes narrowed upon the rose-haired airhead. He knew he was going to regret asking...but he had to anyway. "...'n just how the hell d'ya plan on payin' for all that?" Blink. Blink. "..." From the stupid expression on the kid's face? He had no clue...OR he did and whatever he came up with was total garbage. "Got it!" He exclaimed, nodding confidently. Then without hesitation the boy turned towards Yochi, opened one palm up while balling the other into a fist, and held them both out. "Rock-Paper-Scissors you for them." The ground nearly cracked from how hard the boy's mean-looking companion face faulted. It took a bit but he managed to compose himself. He mumbled a few obscenities under his breath and rummaged around in his pants' pocket, eventually pulling out a leather sack that contained all of their money. He took a few steps towards Yochi, pushing Keiatsu out of the way. "If it'll shut him up? Here. As many as we can get." The pierced merc dropped the bag on the vendor's cart. It contained a few thousand yen...which should be enough to buy enough Yakitori to last Keiatsu a half-hour. It goes without saying that the rose-haired youth was ecstatic. He slapped Gun on the back a few times and grinned his usual grin."Ahaha, thanks!~ I knew you weren't a bad guy, BP." If one were listening closely, they'd be able to hear the sound of teeth grinding out of pure frustration. "I swear...right after we fix Water Country this moron is dea-...!!" His thought process was interrupted by two spears of grilled chicken whizzing past his face. Now for all Gun's yelling and sometimes idiotic tendencies, he actually was quite a sharp lad. Had to be in his line of work. And growing up on the battlefield ensured that he was almost always on guard...the complete opposite of his rose-haired "friend". If he wasn't mistaken...he thought he'd spotted a bit of chakra. And if he really thought about it, something was strange about the man peddling food aswell. But the flash of chakra...it was brief. And very acute, very well-controlled. But it almost looked like...a strin-

"Hey...BP..." Interrupted again! (For facial expression, refer to Avatar!) "...the Yakitori...it can fly...!" Yeah. Yeah that's uh...that's actually about right. There was long silence. A horrible, agonizing, stupid, drawn-out silence. The newcomer who snagged some of the vendor's food for free was munching on chicken, and these two were sitting here. Stupefied. "Sooo...do we gotta pay extra?"

...

"Y'know...I thought about it? And...I know I say it a lot...but...I think I actually hate you." Kei's response? A laugh. Boy were these two a pair...

 

[Kazu]

Now was the man's chance to get out of here! While they all distracted themselves with the magical flying Yakitori, Ginjiro was going to be able to make his way out of here unnoticed. They couldn't have seen it was him, let alone his method of acquiring the delicious food. He was untraceable. And even if they did find him, it's not as if he couldn't find a clever way to get away. Yes, the young puppeteer was definitely in the clear now. Disappearing back into the crowds, the young man would leave no trace of him ever having been there. He was like a ghost. A ghost that liked Yakitori! Oooh, spooky!

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Attempting to leave topic. Sorry, but I don't want to be waiting this long.

 

[Gotō Daiji]

[ Yeah...Topic Left. Maybe some other time guys. :/ ]