Gather and Build! (Open)

[Uri]

((OOC: There really isn't a post order, Chizuru =P I'll be posting within the next two hours. I apologize for my lateness)).

That was really a reflection of what it was like to live in this kind of society. What's a norm down here isn't on the surface, or anywhere else for that matter. Sunagakure, because it was segregated from the rest of the world was the oddity. Soon's Haven is the closest thing to a metropolitan area that Wind Country has and even most of its own building don't have the luxury of being chakra-reinforced. Uri found it amazing how often shinobi forgot what it was like to be normal, to be surrounded by all the oddities that are ninja and the manipulation of life essence and all the glorious advantages that it can bring. For as long as Suna's history had been written they were always underground, cut-off from most of the world, let alone their own country. Eventually, someday, something would collapse in the superstructure of this cave and force the Sunans to migrate, to move elsewhere and all these permanent structures would be lost with the sands, buried like the rest of history in Wind Country.

Uri nodded and smiled to the person who he was now assuming was the foreman, despite the lack of answering questions. At the call of break until tomorrow Uri gave a congenial thumbs up, "Aye, aye, bossman. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow."<i></i>

Uri put his arms behind him and gave a long, languid stretch. There was so much left to be done and he felt he could be of more use, but he also knew that it was no good having people performing random tasks when there was no one to oversee them. It caused a mess later on when people weren't on the same page. An itch at the back of his head made him turn and he saw a child lurking around the supply crates near a nesting of his clones. The way Uri had set them would allow for even the child to take one for himself, but if he wandered too close he could put himself in danger. Scratching the side of his head, he lightly waved his hand to the left and made the clones turn and slowly start pacing away. This way they would take a stroll of the general construction area, keeping to the perimeter. If the kid caught one then it would be able to get it about a mile away before it crumbled back to the material it was made out of. No harm, no foul.

He gazed around the yard to see all the various shinobi that had shown up, working in their areas of expertise, some were just there for organization, and some were there to simply serve up food and water. If nothing else, Uri could say Sand came together in a time of need. Fiddling with his satchel, he retrieved a box of small pastries covered in powdered sugar and filled with a lemon custard. Some of his stray clones that were left around from workers leaving for the day gathered around him, six or so, and all reached into the box for one. While it appeared they were eating them and reaching for another, it was really just the same one, but the illusion was clever all the same.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the vivid colored hair of the female med-nin he had met when he first arrived, the one who had been so kind as to show him around the hospital site just that morning. Powdered sugar dusting his lips and cheeks, he gave her a wave with a half eaten pastry in hand, grinning as he continued to have his all too fake of a water-cooler break.

 

[Sagasu Yume]

At this stage there was nothing for the MedNin to really do. She had no affinity with earth or lightning nor did she have any expertise when it came to building the foundations of a structure. It was just as well that she was there however as it meant that she got to see the hospital being built from the ground up. She had never witnessed such a grand structure being built before… it was quite the undertaking. The skill and speed of the shinobi in Suna was amazing when everyone worked together. Even Kimi had found something to do as she pitched in to help another female with the wiring. At sporadic intervals, Yume would send her little dust devils around the construction site in an effort to keep the debris levels down.

So that was it. The first day down and the basic structure was all but complete. Looking around it appeared that everyone was dispersing at their own pace once the foreman had called it quits. This was intended to be a group project for everyone to work on while everyone was here. There would be no late nights or shifts taken… almost as if the man in charge didn’t trust anyone else to oversee the construction in his absence. What ever the reason, it gave Yume the chance to see who all had arrived. For the first time since arriving on site, she manages the start of a smile when Uri waves over to her, face powdered with confectioner’s sugar and a doughnut in hand. The stone golems huddled near, each with their own reward for a hard days work. It took her a moment to realize that the box should only have held a dozen or so of the treats but each creation easily had eaten two or three… that couldn’t be right. Her smile became wider at the realization that such a Genjutsu was in place for no reason other than for sheer amusement. Why couldn’t other people use their ability to make life better rather than always fighting? Bouncing towards him, her smile would spread at the sight of his boyish features savouring the sweet treat as a reward for helping out… or maybe just because he always seemed to have something sugary within arms reach.

You showed up. Here I thought I might have scared you away with my tour of the demolition site this morning… It’s nice to meet you Ishi-san. You and your brethren have been most helpful to us. We couldn’t have managed with out you.

She would give a curtsy to the nearest clay man that was devouring yet another pastry to her right. Turning back to Uri, she would reach into a small pouch that was on her belt and produce a swirly blue and pink lollipop that was similar to the one he had given her upon their first meeting. Its scent reminded her of the spun sugar her father would get her when they would go to Soon’s Haven for the carnival that would travel there once a year. It was always a treat to leave the village and they would watch the sky for days prior to their venture, gauging the weather for the perfect time to traverse the unforgiving plains to the coastal village.

Here… consider it a thank you for keeping your word. It’s wonderful to see someone who hasn’t been here for a long time willing to pitch in at a moments notice. You did some heavy lifting there too! Who is that guy anyway? Do you know him?

 

[Toraono Michino]

Tama whipped the sweat from his brow as he looked at his handy work.

Only a few things seemed needed to be touched up on after he worked in the main wiring, including the generator which apparently had a few kinks in it as well; such a thing was bound to happen anyways as it was something he made up on the spot.

A call for break was made to the people working and the news was delivered unto the masses that the joint shinobi force was to take the rest of the day off. It came to the scientist as somewhat as a disappointment but he had somewhat unnatural stamina when compared to your average human.
Owning three chakra coils to draw energy from really helped keep his mind sustained no matter how long or tedious the subject. Yet if no one else was going to be working on the next couple of tasks, he figured it was best to go and rest so that at least his body wouldn’t be sore…or something. Honestly he could just easily use his super-healing chakra to relax the muscles, then combine his energy absorbing ability use it to pump a constant flow of energy through his body. He could easily tack on at least another sixteen hours of work that most humans would find themselves at the mercy of fatigue.

Scooting past the chattering crowd the loner raised a hand up to scratch at his dirty scalp as he tried to decide which one he wanted to do more – bathe or eat. A fingernail ran across a bump on his head causing him to flinch a little, swaying his opinion closer to the bath. As a man who was very accustomed to his own smell he had little need to bathe unless he happened across some foul chemical that managed to get everywhere; its happened.
Yet the old rules of curtesy that his late mother had drilled into his skull told him that a bath would be far more reasonable a thing to do before looking for food. He was an intelligent creature, right?

About three hours later Tama stepped out of a tent he had erected from the small bit of supplies he had brought with him. He was dressed in a purple lounging robe with a pair of pajama bottoms beneath it. His feet were slipped into toe thongs that clapped against the flat of his soles as he casually strolled through the other people in search of food before returning to his little home away from home.
He didn’t like the idea of leaving the site of something he was creating until it was done. Always paranoid of sabotage and the like, that he was unfortunately familiar with, he wasn’t one who was going to simply allow someone to mess with his work. Even if the ANBU were to be stationed there until the next day, which he sure they were, he still wasn’t about to let another rival attempt to ruin him again.

In the span of about, oh say, fifteen minutes the scientist happened upon a little stand in a row of stands that was local shops that had opened temporarily to give out actual meals and alcohol and the such so the workers could truly relax. Walking up to one stand Tama ordered a grilled cheese sandwich, then scooted over to where a bar like booth had been set up and bought a bottle of red wine to which he would take back to his tent.

Cheese and wine. Yum.

 

[Juzo]

Juzo took the water and retained his silence. The man took a small drink and wiped his mouth with his eyes mostly trained on the cart that the younger woman had brought along. "My name is Juzo and I have been granted permission by the Kazekage to rebuild this structure." His focus shifted back to young chizuru at that point. "Do not worry about rudeness with me. There are questions and there is being disrespectful, the two are never the same thing."

From there the rest of the workforce seemeded to disperse. Juzo looked to the young woman and nodded once. "We will start bright and early in the morning, I hope to see you here again." With that said he stepped away from the stand a few dozen meters before he made a short series of handseals too quick for the eye to follow. This was followed by a poof of smoke that seemed to have done nothing when it clear. The med-nin was standing in the same place in seemingly the same state.

In reality this was a clone and the real Juzo had retreated to a more tactical position at the top of the new superstructure. The physical clone on the other hand would carry out the rest of Juzo's check-ins. As it stood he wanted to talk to the young recycling center. The avatar of Juzo worked its way towards the man who was halfway between the merchant stands and the small make-shift area for sleeping quarters. He hailed him with a wave of his hand and the bass of his voice. "Thank you for the assistance today. What was your name, young man?"




[Note: After these post we can time lapse the night away if you guys want to speed things up. Otherwise we can Rp for a minute.]




[OOC: Had to wait until we had post as 3 days went by and no one had responded. Hopefully this can speed up from here. Day one is down and I don't see it taking more than 3 days with shinobi working on it.]

 

[Enatsu]

Hiku looked around observing the other shinobi who had all offered assistance to the medical ninja running the reconstruction. Hiku had to make place where fitted in, and did best to keep to himself. Using his wood ninjutsu it was easy for him to create wooden planks and constructs for people to work off of. I could probably do most of this alone. I'd have to take long breaks to let my chakra come back but for the moment I could do it at least With a turn of his head, he'd look around like a person scared of mind readers. Sometimes Hiku spoke his thoughts aloud but these were definitely forming in the container that held his "contents". It seemed like his mind was so clear now. The imagery became more vivid as he surveyed everyone. A group of constructors surrounded by the spirit of fatigue, it looked like a jerkish plague.

The puppet turned his head back to the construction project working here and there but mainly providing support. He didn't want to get in anyone's way and he would conserve more of his chakra towards the end. It would be interesting when he summoned some extra hands, to see if the design would be more obvious. When people would begin to file out on the command of the leader Hiku would stop moving towards the back of the crowd. As the commanding shinobi began to replenish his systems, he would then leave. Juzo only left a clone in his place.

Hiku only observed this because he wanted to ask a question without being to vocal to everyone in the area. So in his own decision he'd place a covered hand on the ground, releasing a bit of chakra and releasing a seal inside of his body. A poof of smoke would form around him as a the clacking of wood sounded off in the distance. From the ground rose a solid number of 15 wooden bodies. They looked childish but each one stable and uniform in design. Hiku began to send out his wooden creations to relieve the straggling workers of their loads as he joined them in an effort to keep reconstruction going through the night. Sleep was of no concern to Hiku and he wouldn't even bother explaining why if anyone asked him.

The technique gifted to him by his new puppet body's capacity Hiku was able to control numerous puppets. His cover up for them being wooden creations was even greater since they were technically made from his wood ninjutsu. The wooden element was something of wonder when used from the very elements used to create it, the creations became more permanent in a sense. The world was his weapon when it came to Ninjutsu. Hiku held onto that trait and cared for it dearly finding a way to use it more every day. His puppet creations were all pre-made and stored in a vault beneath his home. Each one was set up to summon to him when he needed them but they had to be summoned in increments and once they were summoned there was a limit on how many he could summon or use otherwise he'd be straining his already disfigured chakra system. With careful precision Hiku would use each puppet creation to their best usability.

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro noted Hiku's body had indeed changed tremendously, he looked to have become living armor, and his chakra was extremely compartmentalized, still he had no need to worry. As long as Hiku was capable, Kuro had no complaints. As Sanryoukyogan Kuro and Kyojin Kuro approached Hiku, they saw he was diminished in the flesh but capable in the spirit as it were. "If it is a chakra source you need I am more than able to assist you Hiku san"<i></i> With those words Sanryoukyogan Kuro placed his left palm upon Hiku's back and transferred a third of his chakra over for Hiku's use. It was a simple matter of metaphysics for Sanryoukyogan Kuro. Kyojin Kuro would not have been capable of this same feat. He stood to the side waiting for something that required massive strength or excessive height or both. Being just over seven feet tall left him easily noticed when it came to heavy labor.

 

[Toraono Michino]

“Ryuufth Tamafth,” Tama said through a mouth muffled by his sammich.

He held a finger up at Juzo for a second before chewing his bite, washing it down with a swallow of wine, and clearing his throat,
“Ryuu Tama, Chakra Coil Specialist and scientist. I sent in a thesis on chakra coil replacement surgery into the medical field, but other than that I doubt I’m known for little more. Just a guy who is too smart and curious for his own good really. You’re welcome either way, sir. I was more than happy to help restore this building…maybe then someone would read my damn thesis.”
He chuckled a little as he turned his head to look up at what they had as a building so far. A small bit of pride filled the shinobi as he looked up at it, but what was funny was that he really was only doing this to further his own goals in the end. Ah well, what did it matter as long as it helped people, no?

“And you must be the guy leading the whole thing, I assume. I never introduced myself earlier, and I apologize for that, but I tend to be the kind of guy who just likes to get right to it, you know? Not big on the pussyfooting around.”

He took another sip of his drink.

 

[Uri]

Uri found life to be easier when he just smiled and enjoyed the little things. While seeing the hospital in crumbled ruins that morning had been a harsh blow, it didn't phase him for too long. With that destruction meant the chance for new life, for new opportunities for people to get together and meet and forge new bonds of friendship. Hard times are what bring people closer and in the end make the village stronger as a whole. Holding grudges and forsaking other people never did anyone any good and only ended up costing them. Whether it be a part of their literal lifetime or a metaphorical part of their soul, it changed people for the bad. Progress could only be made looking forward and with a positive attitude. No matter what, Uri would be there to offer a smile, pat on the back, and the occasional sweet treat for the good of the future.

"Don wurry 'bou it."<i></i> He chewed and swallowed, "I promised didn't I? A person is only as good as the promises they keep."<i></i>

As Yume offered her mock thanks to the nearest clone, it turn and offered a cordial bow in return. At sight of the bi-colored lollipop, Uri dusted off his hand and seized the candy, sticking it into the front pocket of his vest, making it appear more of a corsage that a snack.

"Thank you kind, Yume-chan. I will save this for a special occasion!"<i></i> And looking around, he tried to spot the shinobi he had aided in the creation of the superstructure with, but failed to spot him, "I don't know him personally, but I did hear someone call him 'Juzo'. Then again I know very few people personally in Sand anymore. Curse of being absent for so long!"<i></i> Then again he knew that it didn't matter if he knew anyone by face or name anymore. Just like when he first started traveling, if they were someone in need he would help them regardless of station or stature.

He shook his head, clearing his mind and looked back to Yume. Extending the box towards her, he grinned, parts of his smile still caked with powdered sugar, "Snack? Need every calorie to burn tomorrow!"<i></i>

 

[Sagasu Yume]

Watching as he places her offering on his vest and declares that he will save it makes her blush and scuff her feet a little. She casts her eyes to the ground and lets her bangs droop into her eyes, hiding the blush that tinges over her cheeks. From the ground her fox looks up and rolls his eyes, settling down to lay in the dirt expecting Yume to become her awkward self as she normally does around men who were nice to her.

Taking a treat between her thumb and forefinger, she bends down and offers it to CuRua who licks at it a little, sneezing from the powdered sugar that gets up his nose. Bouncing with each sneeze, he finally looks up at her with a disgruntled expression as if it were her fault that the doughnut accosted his olfactory sensors. With a shrug, Yume would take a bite out of the pastry and stand back up, taking a second in her other hand as she chew and swallows what’s already in her mouth. She is a little surprised to see a lemon flavoured jelly ooze out but quickly reacts by changing the orientation of her hand and licking off what was spilling over the edges.

I don’t trust him. I’ve never seen him before. I think I might have passed him in Keystone Prime on occasion, but never around the hospital to my recollection. He must be a good engineer if Sousuke trusts him to head the rebuild efforts.

Continuing to nibble, she looks around at what was happening. Other people had stopped work for the day and were dispersing to their own. Juzo had taken the time to get some water and attempt a grand disappearance… or perhaps just a smoke show? If he had disappeared, Yume didn’t see where he went. Her eyes watched as he interacted with different people, ensuring not to touch them in any physical manner. Another unique interaction was the sight of a man controlling multiple wooden puppets interacting with the avatars of the head of the Toraono clan. Hadn’t the day been called? Work ethic was one thing, but it would be pointless if the man contributed 5 more hours of work only to have to tear it back down because a step may have been missed. Ah well, not critical. The village had gone so long using a mobile hospital, what was another few hours in the grand scheme of things?

Her hand would reach over and pick up another pastry as she finishes her second, licking off some of the excess sugar and letting it dissolve into syrup on her tongue. Her actions of doing this were very akin to how CuRua had initially taken to the treat and drove home the point that while she looked to be the most human in the pairing, perhaps this was not the case. In truth, CuRua was much better adjusted to interacting with people. The silence stretched on for awhile, thoughts swirling through the MedNin’s mind until she finally got up the courage to speak.

Uri-san. What’s it like else where? My father was from Amegakure... I think that's what he called it. He would tell me what it was like before word came that it had been destroyed… but that was 30 years ago now.

 

[Moyamaru]

The child had bade his time rather nicely, unknown to him however he had been detected by someone, and had quickly set a rather obvious trap for his new toy. It would be known that the trap would not have worked had the clones been living, breathing shinobi of the level gathered in the area since the ground were a webbing of ninja wire rested momentarily would reflect light on the metal strands. He waited quietly behind his chosen crate as the very last of the sent away clones finally came into range of his preparations which was marked by an out of place kunai embedded into the ground within a shadowed corner of the complex. At this point he would clutch his own kunai tightly and cut through a small pulley rope that made a loud snapping sound followed by something everyone in the area would hear and see...

WHOOOSH!

The rope that had been cut released a counterweight, made from one of the crates containing some materials used for the reconstruction, and sent it flying downwards while four corners of his ninja wire netting trap would spring upwards around the clone. The clone would only have a mere second or two left on the ground before being flung upwards in suspension within the child's rather common trap leaving it completely vulnerable and open to being claimed. Bursting with excitement, he would suddenly hop out from his hiding spot and lunge upwards at the suspended clone while yelling with unmatched enthusiasm "You're mines now!! YAY!!!"

Now the ending to this tale about a boy and his drive to capture something he could not create himself and had found obviously cool should end with him actually getting to keep and claim his prize. However that is not what happened, unfortunately Mun misjudged the height at which the clone was suspended and he quickly found himself in a free fall followed by a loud thump of the ground. Sure enough his embarrassment meter was in the red as before all these shinobi of distinction Mun now lay face down in a mini depression in the ground with his arms slightly twitching....

Smooth....

 

[Yamazaki Chizuru]

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[Enatsu]

The demon Sennin approached Hiku offering his help immediately. Hiku wondered what the Sennin thought when he came to offer chakra. Was it that obvious chakra was needed as an assistance? Those eyes of the Sennins were valuable indeed. Hiku silently nodded at Kuro. However in his head he knew good and well these attempts were futile. "Thank you, but I'm going to have to decline. My chakra will do I need to get accustomed to it again." Hiku would move away from the Sennin's touch and call forth a puppet to bring him two bottles of water. His puppet would offer the Sennin one and then give one to Hiku. The puppet would be sent off back to do the work of the construction crew for some more time. Hiku wanted to get a major head start in reconstruction past night fall. He had a rather large control test for himself due to all of his new upgrades. There's no way he could put his chakra into me. The flaw of being a puppet. This is also something I need to write up and lock away. They don't need to know my weaknesses if I have any say so.

"A drink for all your hard work out there. Although it probably wasn't that hard for you. How have you been since the Djinn?" Hiku would turn his neck and pull down the mask covering the lower half of his jaw. It was metal and still in the beginning stages but it was a work in progress. Hiku had a plan to design a more suitable frame for himself while still retaining his battle readiness. It was a good way to be creative when you had nothing but idle time. Hiku now had the curse of immortality one that he felt beings such as Kuro would have the potential of facing. However he viewed it as an endless time to create things but how long could someone just create things for without becoming stagnant. He'd watch the other shinobi and workers scurry about leaving or gathering up in groups.

"No matter how much damage they've had to endure they're still here building and creating. Trying to keep their world moving despite what the world dealt them. Impressive resolve, to never fall in the face of chaos. I wonder how far they'd all go to never give up." Hiku would begin to mull over the incident that led him to this. The Forgotten Dunes, a group of fanatics hell bent on controlling Sunagakure. They have some half cooked idea -buzz- of using a natural chakra source to connect to the -buzz buzz- spirits of the First Men. They need -buzzzz- something ... I just don't know what that something is -buzz- yet ..." Hiku would flick his wrist using a chakra string to catch a fly that was buzzing around his head. However as he did that all of the puppets he had summoned dropped and stopped working.

"This is where having a puppet face is handy. The ultimate Poker Face." Hiku's face stayed the same calm he had since pulling down the veil. He raised a hand and began to make a few one handed seals and then put his hand back onto the ground. A click could be heard as a seal appeared on the ground with chakra glowing around it. The few puppets he had out working began to sink into the ground moving towards the seal. The puppets were drawn to the wooden element seal and began to drift to him completely. The seal then turned into a wooden symbols that would fold into a small hand size box.

"Maybe too flashy but hey I like efficiency. I think it's rude for me to be working while trying to hold a conversation. You have my full attention, and I don't mind answering some of the glaringly obvious questions you might have." Good game Hiku?

The italicized words are his thoughts
The bolded words is his speech
[MFT]

 

[Toraono Kuro]

Kuro nodded as he realized Hikuidori had indeed surpassed the limits of a mortal body and become a living weapon. It was intriguing to see someone sacrifice so much of their flesh but then again it was his choice. Even with diminished chakra circulation he seemed to be quite capable of maintaining himself. " I can appreciate your tenacity and your willingness to sacrifice yourself for the greater good. I have been well since Djinn although a bit plagued by nightmares. I can tell you this, you are still quite capable of receiving chakra from me. It would simply be a lesser amount than what I actually try to transfer to you."<i></i> Sanryokyougan Kuro drank deeply after saying what he had to say. He wagered that if the two of them put themselves to the limit they could probably have an entire wing built.

 

[Enatsu]

Hiku nodded at Kuro and cracked a smile. He's persistent in his views. I suppose some chakra could be absorbed but it would take time for it to meld with mine. However too much chakra and I could disrupt my entire being. I have to test it at intervals and here's not the place to do it. Hiku would look around realizing that many people had left at this moment. It seemed as if movement would greatly decrease and he had other prior engagements. With a wave to the demon Sennin and the lingering image of his smile Hiku would clap his hands and charge chakra in a small circle around him. The ground would slightly shake as a it became hard as wood and then opened allowing Hiku to fall through the opening like a rock down a well. He was going to travel through the underground tunnels in Suna and make his way back to the work shop. Hiku had a lot of work to prepare for.

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