Yeah, he found and survived the old woman. He would have claimed that she was harmless but they both knew that was untrue. He would have claimed that she was a nice lady, which was not entirely untrue but the woman was prone to violence and she was crazier than a bed bug, a shithouse rat, a hoot owl, a hatter... He hoped that her condition was one of old age and not at all genetic, all he needed to do was deal with a household of nutcases. The dandy that emerged from the household seemed to be the antithesis to the elderly woman. He was so pretty he should have ben a girl. For a brief moment Soromon forgot one important thing about Sunagakure -- the village housed a scary Sennin and a week had not yet elapsed since his departure.
Soromon was a
'good boy.' He was not trying to break in. He was not trying to rush past the sentinels.
Soromon was not entirely sure that he would still be in Wind Country in a week's time. He was not even certain he would be alive in a week's time. Wind Country was a harsh place, his plan was not to stay but rather to survive and to be wherever that takes him.
This man was a fancy one but he knew better than to assume that the bearer of finery was a prissy man. There was a brief exchange between the rich guy and the old hag, a level of recognition despite her dementia. He was someone either important or powerful, maybe both. The old woman was compliant and then gone.
"I am not breaking in!" Soromon announced quickly with his hands raised, palms facing the dignitary. "Tell Mister Sennin I am not breaking in!" He repeated loudly in case the Sennin was somewhere within earshot. He knew that Roku would shatter him if he was caught trying to break in. As the fancy man approached Soromon, he could feel the pressure about him rising. There was this tingle, like what he assumed static cling felt like if static had feelings. He took a step back as Mister Miroku approached, "see not breaking in." Hands still raised he was breathing quickly, having a bit of a panic attack as it sunk in that he really should not be here.
He asked where the old lady was when he found him and complimented him for his successes. It was disarming, but the boy was not ready to relax. Payment came in the form of shiny baubles, he was expecting yen, not sparkle rocks. Thankfully no violence by conscious effort or due to proximity would be inflicted upon the youth just yet. Soromon was intrigued by the fancy old guy.
It would take the boy a little while to muster the courage to form words to answer Mister Miroku's question. "She was threatening some fabric store employees. Something to do with fabric scissors and cutting toenails," he recalled as he eyed the direction Takeko went in case this reminder enraged her once more. "The lady was happy enough to come with me, even if she makes itchy clothes," the boy admitted as he shifted uncomfortably and started to lower his raised hands. He might be sixteen but he felt like he was six in this land of giants being dressed by an old woman.
Soromon's eyes wandered from the scrolls to the syringed to the weapon strapped to the well-groomed old guy's back. It was a bit unsettling, Soromon felt underdressed but he also wondered what sort of important work this man did that required syringes and scrolls to be within his reach at all times, even in his home. This was his home right? Actually this was the gates. Also a dojo. It was a bit confusing to define what this place was. His questions were pilng up but Akkuma had another question for Soromon.
Why Takeko? The reason was pretty obvious to the boy but the clothes of a fancy mama's boy obscured the truth, he was a hungry runaway. Fleeing Kohonagakure was not his smartest decision to date, he was now hungry and in a foreign country without friends, family or a steady source of income. Odd jobs were what kept food in his belly sometimes. "I was hungry," the boy admitted. "It was luck... I saw the posters and then saw her face. There aint too many tasks posted in the civilian towns so I take what I can get." With that he gave the old dude a sheepish expression, he really did not want to elaborate any further and he did not want to make another spectacle of himself at Sunagakure's doorstep.
He took another step back. "It was really neat to meet a fancy old guy like yourself. I am happy I was able to bring your..." Was that his mother, his sister? "Her" nice save "home." He tried to peer around the clan leader, make sure the Sennin was not glowering at him from the shadows. "Best not overstay my welcome," he concluded. "So thanks Mister Miroku," he bowed his head as he took another stumbling step back. He was trying to back away, head for 'safety', a relative concept really. The desert was not a particularly 'safe' place either.
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OC: I am not interested in actually leaving the topic, however I am sure you're busy. If you want to, i am totally game. If this is just a drop off and go (not a bad thing I swear), I will leave this thread and head over to Cloud and poorly chase their women. Otherwise, I will just bother you!
