I'm On A Boat! [Open]

[Ryuu Rei]

…unfortunately, getting out of the sewers proved to be far trickier than it was in the movies.

Shinjo ended up stuck under the very town he terrorized for a full day before finally finding his way back to the very sewer hole he had been originally thrown down. His hand easily lifted the heavy covering high enough to look around for a moment to gauge his surroundings. Silence. Burned down buildings with wind whistling the scent of ash and blood. A wicked grin crept up the youth’s face as he slithered out from the sewer and replaced the covering. After a second he then removed it again and tossed the fifty pound lid into one of the buildings before casually jogging away.

His luck wasn’t super great after that. Wardens were posted up at the entrances with heavy monitoring on all kinds of traffic; including the ships he was supposed to be escaping on. For not the first time he regretted not following Monika when given the chance.
Slipping past the guards were nothing for someone like himself, but staying hidden in heavily monitored areas was far harder. Shinjo skipped out of town and kept a disguise up until he hit up a town closer to the coast. There he was finally able to enjoy a good bath, drink, and the questionable company of a few women. The assassin kept surprisingly low-key for someone who normally had a problem with…doing just that. For the next few days he kept his head low until finally stealing a fishing boat to sail over to a smaller island separate from the main land.

The waves were rough as they slapped against the hull of the ship and his navigation was off due to both the moonless night and weather starting to pick up, but for his first time sailing the ex-Kumo was actually doing a great job. It helped the boat he had stolen had a small engine for moving on windless nights so he didn’t have to figure out how to tie down sails. As the boat began to lift higher and higher, though, Shinjo finally felt like he had bitten off just a bit too much. Everything else he had done could be dealt with the unfair strength of his dojutsu, but against the forces of nature herself the hitman felt the overwhelming strength of something beyond him. Problem being there is that only reminded him of Miro, which then in turn only spurred him on further.
But what prompted this impromptu sailing trip? A tip he heard at the bar he was frequented. Moon Island was full of all kinds of things that adventurers yearned for, and a big one was treasure hidden within booby-trap laden ruins. Now, money wasn’t normally something at the front of Shin’s brain; that was generally reserved for his alcoholism. However his fight with the Wardens coupled with Monika’s music had lit an anarchist fire in him that gave his free rebel spirit something to actually rebel against. So much of his fury at Kumogakure and the brainwashing he had gone through under his former master had been foolishly spent just simply lashing out. Monika’s music righted something up in Shinjo’s soul that reminded him why he was so fucking angry in the first place. It didn’t just burn for Kumo, but for all shinobi villages in the way they used children to fuel their upper command’s sick plays for power.
That brings back to why Shinjo decided to get sailing in the first place. As confident as he was in his dojutsu and the combat style he was developing for it; Shin alone could not stand against these tyrants…but with a slush fund…now that’s where things could change. If he could beat the idiot treasure hunters that were still in the bar waiting for morning so they could see where to sail. The boat suddenly went vertical on Shin as he gripped the steering wheel and slammed the engine to full throttle. With glowing eyes illuminating the dark cabin interior the boat skipped up the tidal wave like a stone until it flew off the other side. The boat slammed against the sea again catching the newb sailor off guard as he lost balance and slammed his head into the control panel.

The incredibly annoying sounds of seagulls is what woke the assassin first, and then the throbbing headache from what was clearly going to be a concussion. Shin slowly stood up, barely finding his balance on the ship that was tilted weird now having run ashore. The moon was out though and the storm passed so at least he hadn’t remained unconscious for long. Kicking open the cabin door the shinobi jumped out and stepped his way up to the mast to look up at the cliffs and over-arching forest beyond. He stepped up to the rocks and began to focus chakra in his feet before simply walking up the cliff’s side. He had no map and no way of knowing how to get into a ruin, but, how hard could it be? Incredibly, as it turned out.

Nearly a whole week passed after Shinjo entered the forest beyond before ships filled with lumber and carpenters began to go to the island. When asked why or what they were building, the same answer always came up; it was at the behest of some loaded rockstar…

[MFT = 800+ WC]

 

[Myakashi Migoya]

The sounds of nails being hammered into wood echoed around what normally was a serene island in the Moon country archipelago, an area known for its beauty and peacefulness. Truth be told, appearances were always deceiving and the turmoil under the surface of this apparently pious land was easily found if you went searching for it. But it was not only the land where appearances were deceiving. A slender figure dressed in standard peasants garb carried, unsteadily, a piece of lumber towards what was going to be a stage. Placing the wood down, the man would measure it slightly using a piece of string, before setting to the task of cutting it shorter, using an effective if not old saw.

The rhythmic cutting of the lumber was somewhat soothing to the person carrying it out, as if such a task was as simple as breathing, for indeed it was. Although his eyes seemed to be watching his work, they were in fact looking and evaluating another figure that had made its way close to the stage’s construction. The figure, black of hair but with similar eyes to his own, had come in and questioned several of the dock men and carpenters about what they were building.

The stupid hat he had donned kept slipping into his eyes, a silly disguise to cover his shock of white hair, but a necessary one in order to keep him out of the Shrines’ gaze. At first glance, Migoya assumed this man was a spy in the employ of the Shrine ascertaining if another concert would be being performed, hopefully without the similar outcome of the previous one. But this one… this one seemed to have a vested interest in what was being built in such a way as wanting to be possibly included in the venture.

Now the key to effective spycraft was to ensure that you were in the right place at the right time, and as such it was opportune that Migoya would ‘accidentally’ cut his thumb with his saw.

“MOTHERFU…”, the strange pale peasant yelled, holding up a clearly bleeding hand. The man would look at it, before running the way of the ‘stranger’ and those who were around him. Other carpenters looked at him with a small measure of concern - after all it was part of the job - with Migoya taking note of who was actually watching him. Those who didnt… well… that was telling.

He ran close to where Shinjo was, his eyes not meeting his, as he fell to his knees.

“Gods this HURTS.” he gasped between deep breaths between his teeth. “Kyu - can you get me some alcohol and a bandage please… and hurry up! Sheesh. And tell that arse-hat who wants this stage built that he can bloody do it himself if he wont give us proper tools”.

For you see, Migoya was a bad workman who blamed his tools. And he also was an arse-hat who was funding the building of a stage that he himself was building. An older man looked up, sighed, and moved towards a nearby boat in an obvious attempt to obtain the requested supplies for his ‘friend’.

An annoyed look would fall over Shinjo from deep red eyes surrounded by a pale face. “Bloody fool expects us to build a stage in less than a week… its not like we are magical ninjas who could summon one up hey.” A rough chuckle emerged as he held aloft his bloodied hand, trying to stem the flow.

The eyes would change, growing suspicious and curious all at once as Myakashi Migoya looked directly at Shinjo's face, reading every nuance, every crack, every possible chink in his armour. “Hey now… I dont know you, and I know all these workers. Why the hell are you here. You one of those Shrine people? - if so, clear the 'f' off!”

[MFT]
[WC: 611]

 

[Kureji]

It was nighttime and the hooded figure had already sent out a message to Migoya of the location. With a little bit of hinting, Kureji was pleasantly surprised of how fast the old man had organized a building force along with the funds to do so. The puppet 'borrowed' a guitar, his real one with his core puppet, inside of a scroll. Flinging the instrument dramatically behind him, strapped to him of course, the masked puppet would walk onto the half-built stage, not caring that it is creaking and mess with one of those confetti cannons.

Thanks to the bloodline of the Revolutionist, it really helps with catching people's attention. Squeezing his right hand around the confetti, a lot of which are sparkly, makes him think this will be memorable. Partially aware of Migoya talking to someone, he would turn his head to see none other than Zoomies Gun Dude! He would smile widely underneath his mask but continue his work. He was glad that one of his future bandmates was alive and well.

Angling the now tampered confetti cannon more towards the sky, he would take a break and go over to Migoya and Zoomies Gun Dude. "Ah! There you are!" He would exclaim as he threw an arm around Shinjo's neck all buddy like. "Our fiery mutual friend told me about how kick ass you were! But got a real question. You play the instrument?" He would ask, hoping that his friendly demeanor would break through and bring interest to Zoomies Gun Dude. Along with mentioning the Fiery friend, known only as Soratu, would hopefully help the guy loosen up.

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[Mizuki Monika]

The little Rave that they threw in Moon country was just the start of something great. After excaping the wardens, they mostly had to lay low for a little bit before coming back up. The aftermath was glorious; an apocalyptic landscape completed with scorched buildings, beer bottle, and abandoned sighs with the moon country symbol scratched out with with an A. Statues were either tagged or destroyed however the only problem now was the army of wardens stomping around trying to clean up the mess that us punks made of the place. Was the riot a success? Probably not but at least Monika showed these Moonwalkers that they didn't have to just sit around and take shit from these guys. Moon country was mostly a warm-up till Monika felt tough enough to head down to the bigger countries. The big three was going to be harder to overthrow, hell we didn't even completely overthrow this one but still the little gig in Stone country might just put us on the map.

Managing to slip past the line of Wardens looking for them, Monika mostly kept under the radar until they reached The Moon Islands. That's where the group found a few inns to crash at before starting on their trip to Stone Country the next morning. Monika took some of this downtime to bathe and wash her costume for a bit since it still stank of the sewers but after it smelled good…. enough she got a little more sleep so she can plan her next move. Behind the scenes Kurejī scored another gig down in the Moon islands while we waited for our big tour to Stone Country, even had some mooks building a grand stage for the big show that was supposed to happen. Going with Kurejī to see how the stage was coming along, the stage looked like it was almost ready and they even had confetti cannons to blast people. Monika giggled to herself, giving Kurejī a little nudge before saying. "Aye this is coming along nice, one of these days we need one of those bulldozers so we can chase the audience and make some real noise! Or even better if we get props like chairs to throw at the audience to get them fired up." Monika chuckled, thinking of the many hardcore bands who caused chaos for the sake of art. From starting riots to showing up nude to their own shows just to cause fights they will be the ones who will put the term SHINOBIPUNKS on the radar.

Monika was in the middle of a daydream when she had noticed Kurejī wander off to talk to Weezer and this new guy she haven't seen before. Monika chuckled seeing Kurejī walk right over to Shinjo, greetings him as a buddy which Monika chimed in with. "Hell yeah, he handled those Shrine Ass-faces like a man. Shiiiiiiit~ didn't know he had it in him but I guess I have that effect on men." Monika teased, slicking her hair back and patting her pompadour for a moment. When Kurejī asked Shinjo if he knew how to play a instrument, Monika flicked her hand then laughed. "Shiiiiit~ he can play. Like literally give him a bass and just have fun. We'll work out the kinks later." Monika chuckled, then looking over at Migoya squinting her eyes before pointing at him almost like the mere sight of this man made the Punk cringe. "And who is this old dude, what does he do?"

 

[Ryuu Rei]

It had been one really long, dumb but fun, week.
Getting into the temple full of treasure? Not a problem. Avoiding traps? When you can literally freeze time, even the greatest of traps becomes child’s play. Getting the literal piles of gold out of the temple? That…okay, that one was rough. Yet it all had gone more or less according to plan, even if the plan was something he had cooked up at the last second and executed on pure whimsy.
Trading the gold was a bit of a bitch too. The first two exchanges he had gone to meet were actual collectors who asked way too many questions. One of them asked enough to end up with a lot of stab wounds, in fact. Trading in the pleb market wasn’t going to cut it, so he turned to the underbelly of things and very quickly found a fence willing to part on a decent split. The gold’s worth wasn’t the problem, it was the very item itself, the location, and what was stamped on the coins. Apparently they were part of some cultural thing in Moon and a great deal of people had come to collect this gold, said to be some kind of long lost treasure, and put it in a museum or something; a stupid waste of coin, basically. Thankfully the traps set up kept pretty much everyone out. Even normal shinobi of a level that could be bothered with such a menial task rarely made it back.

Once the trade made good on his first batch, Shinjo began to cash in on the world currency to better hide his tracks and started building. The first thing that went up, not even two days into the whole project, was a tiki bar. From there on he built a decently hidden house a little deeper in the jungle past some trees that were left up on purpose and the little concert venue that was now being repaired, again, and added onto. The group had all gathered up again in the most random way possible: by accident. Shinjo wasn’t sure if it was the rumors of a new island retreat being built, the sounds of his musical practice and letting out the beast, or just directed by the Kami themselves, but everyone was here. Now the stage was being really set up. They made a few plans, they had an idea of where they wanted to start, but none of the why had ever been explained and really…it didn’t need to. Monika just wanted to start shit and Kureji seemed like the guy who was just always looking for a good time. Shinjo, as far as he knew, was the only one who had any kind of an agenda; even if it was half-assed. He wasn’t ANBU Elite, hell, he was still technically in training when he left Kumogakure. So his plans were just as half-cocked, but, if things went off here as well as they had gone off in the city, then taking their show to a bigger platform wouldn’t be unfeasible.

The sun had set and it was five o’ clock somewhere. A cold bottle of beer was clutched tight in Shin’s hand as he lifted the tan bottle to guzzle down the suds before letting out an obnoxiously loud belch. He was going around annoying most of the carpenters over minor problems for no other reason than to mess with them. The guy had a problem of being a mean drunk, much like his father before him, and something about kicking out a guy’s legs right as he was about to hammer a nail put a smile on his face; mostly because he was an asshole. Then someone wondered up to him with a bleeding hand, swearing about this and that, and asking him who the hell he was. Who the hell, he, was, as if suddenly everyone who Shin had hired suddenly forgot who their damn boss was. When the guy asked if was some kind of shrine asshat, the assassin started to reach for his gun. A question like that only got answered with a bullet.

Or, would have until Kureji threw an arm around Shinjo’s shoulder.

A scowl warped the youth’s face as he grabbed the overly friendly band member’s wrist and tried to flip that arm back over his head and duck backwards. He wasn’t particularly a fan of being touched unless he wanted to be. Which was a hard moment to gauge considering how much he clearly enjoyed letting random women touch him.
“Man, you know I can play the bass. We talked about th-, wait. Did we? Or was I blackout drunk again?” the assassin stopped himself and seriously asked before that ‘nah, don’t care’, look to his face again, “N’ways, I can play whatever. I just can’t freaking sing, that’s it.”

“But yeah, who the hell are you,” Shinjo said when Monika raised the question. His memory did that thing where he cross checked the older guy’s face across everyone he hired and was coming up blank. He completed some ANBU training, after all. The guy had better choose his words carefully given that he was now surrounded by the three people who just tore Tsukigakure a new one.

[MFT = 800+]

 

[Myakashi Migoya]

It was the words of the strange and loud woman that enabled Migoya to drop his guard somewhat, with derogatory tones spoken about the Shrine. Good. There were clearly some spies here right now watching them, as some of his well-placed operatives were spying on the spies amidst the carpenters.

“But yeah, who the hell are you?”

As soon as those words exited Shinjo’s mouth it seemed, clear to the heightened senses of a shinobi, that for a split second the eyes of several of the ‘builders’ would fall on Monika and Shinjo. Those men who had been annoyed by Shinjo’s antics suddenly seemed to change, as if dropping a mask and the tools they carried seemingly changed into weapons… but that was over just as quickly as it started, and the building continued.

Who the hell was he? It was rather fortunate that Migoya wanted to utilise this band, and he was ‘undercover’, for others had died rather painful deaths for being so disrespectful. He was Myakashi Migoya, founder and leader of Yamigakure the village hidden in the darkness. He was the one who had fought gods, slain kage, found the secrets of eternal life, mastered unspeakable jutsu, bound souls, and was, generally, pretty bad ass. It was probable that he could take these three upstarts in a battle, but even if he fell he would simply rise again, but this time each of those who struck against him would find a very painful eternity in the bowels of a shinigami. Despite the bravado of this band, Migoya was unperturbed. He had fought, killed, taught and even raised people like this band, a quick thought of his nephew Wee Yong glinted into his mind. Boy that kid was a painful little shit back in the day.

Migoya lifted his gaze to meet that of Kureji, a silent flash of crimson along with a raised white eyebrow that more or less spoke the words - you might want to warn your friends to be a bit nicer…

Those same strange orbs would then fall over Monkia and then Shinjo, somehow making even the most stoic and rebellious seem somewhat smaller as the gaze bore through them. It was then that the man Migoya had asked to gather a bandage returned, carrying a strip of white cloth along with a bottle of what appeared to be disinfecting alcohol. His gaze continuing to bore into the pair, Migoya started to wrap his bleeding hand.

“Who the hell am I? I’m a builder and I’m building your stage. I'm getting it ready so you can perform something worthwhile I hope. The err… Revolutionist there - he can vouch for me, after all he asked me here. Names Migoya. Now I know this one, but you two - perhaps you would be nice enough to let me know your names as well so I can start getting this stage set up for you.” One stage to set up another. Unscrewing the alcohol, Migoya took a sip of its contents, relishing in its warmth and burning before offering the bottle to Shinjo.

So yes, the immortal necromancer was acting as a groupie for a bunch of hard rockers. Yong would wet himself with laughter if he could see him now.

The things one did to sew chaos.

 

[Kureji]

All was well and happy, until Migoya's operatives stepped in. As soon as the operatives had moved, the hooded puppet brought a hand up, open palmed in the direction of one of the operatives. He may have made a deal with Migoya, but his bandmates comes first. Once they were all gone, he eyed the pale man in disguise, the look that warned him to warn his friends. He doubts the man could see, but the puppet was giving him a look back to control his operatives.

In as calm a voice as he can, to avoid losing his bandmates, he said, "This right here is our groupie and benefactor Migoya. He promised this band future help on a world tour should we do one more gig in Moon. I know you two know very little of me, and I promise to be more open about who I am and what my whole shabang is once we skedaddle out of here." He hopes that neither Monika nor Zoomies Gun Dude bring up Stone Country, while he is on even ground with Migoya, he would rather keep as little traceability of who knows about his whereabouts as possible. Stone Country, is after all, where he wants to be the bands home base in case they need to lay low.

He turned to Zoomies Gun Dude, and flipped the guitar around and offering it up to him. "By now, you can probably guess that I am Soratu. Though that was merely a different form. I'd be glad to have someone as kick ass as you on the band, and no, we didn't get the chance about what you can or can't play." He would laugh a little bit before speaking once more. "All in all, it's your choice. Ain't no way to force someone to play, would definitely ruin the feel of the feeling of music. And if you don't want to partake in other activities-" He shrugged, "Can't stop you and I won't."

Turning to Monika, he would then say, "You're a damned good singer, and I would like you to be the lead singer of the group if you're interested. And I'm offering you the same. The life we chose... Only person to make yourself happy is you and your decisions. But if we stick together, then we can become dope as hell, and better survivability.

Finally, turning to Migoya, "I've shown you respect just as you've shown me. All I ask is for that type of respect for my band as well."

Getting back on stage and sitting down at the edge, he would conclude his little speech, "Now, once introductions are done those who wish to make some noise stays, those who don't want to," He shrugged again, "Do your own thing. For right now, you all can call me Revolutionist. Again, I promise to be more open once we have set sail to our next destination."

 

[Mizuki Monika]

Waiting for the stranger to introduce himself, Monika watched the guy give a look to Kurejī then at them and the rocker folded her arms giving him that look as though she was getting impatient. But when he actually introduced himself, the guy went on to make it known that he was the guy building the stage for and that he was here to see something worthwhile. The punk chuckled, then looked towards Kurejī who was vouching for the guy who was basically just some groupie who wanted to help them out though it was weird that he didn't know HER NAME! But hey, Monika wasn't complaining since outside of Kumogakure no one really knows who she was, which was the whole reason why she left the place in the first place. Fighting to gain fame, infamy and to start a full-blown movement of Shinobi punks! That was the end goal for her so the more the merrier. Monika cleared her throat before walking right up to Migoya and poked him on the chest. "Names Monika, but Stage name is Scream Queen. Hope you're ready because the show is gonna be wild." Monika teased, then a thought came to mind. "Speaking in which Migoya is a sick ass name. Think I heard of that name somewhere before but it isn't coming to me right away!~"

Monika sighed, then patted her pompadour then looked at Kurejī before gesturing her thumb at Migoya. "But yeah, good find getting us this guy for the grunt work. No doubt he can handle the heavy stuff while we work on getting the party started. Now where's the beer." Monika yawned, walking off to go search for a cooler to see if there were any cold ones around while Kurejī started to talk to the other bandmates when she ended up finding where the beer was stored the punk could hear Kurejī say something about her and while she cracked open the beer she simply waved her arm then said. "Yeah told ya I was already in it with ya!" Monika shouted before taking a sip out of her beer. Walking back to the group, Monika couldn't help but give a wicked grin when Kurejī said that it was time for them to start making noise and she could help but laugh. "AH-Hahahaha oh yeah boys let's do this shit!" she shouted before downing the rest of her beer. Now here's the hard part because now she was going to actually have to teach them how to make her song come to life. Being mostly solo, she was used to mostly being able to have control over the sound of her song. But when it was already up for the challenge, once everyone was set up and got an instrument Monika decided to take more of a lead here.

"Alright boys, since we are all set let's use this time to rehearse. I'll bring ya a song that I had in the works for a bit. Song is called Partytime, one of my more controversial songs about a young good for nothing sennin who ended up looking stupid when they got their ass whipped down at the Gates." Monika chuckled, looking at Shinjo with that shit eating grin. Hinting that he probably knew who the song was about hence the controversy behind the song because well… roasting an already sitting sennin was bound to get eyes on her hence why she never released the song publicly. "Basically the song goes like this… ahem," she explained before doing some quick vocal warm ups as well as practicing a few evil laughs to get that graveyard punk sorta sound before beginning the song.

"DEATH CAME QUICK!
FOR A SENNIN!
VICTIM OF THE FOXY KINS!

BURNED AND BROKEN!
GOT HER ASS RAILED!
THE 14 YEAR OLD!
WAS SENT TO HELL!

THE FOOOOOXY KINS!
DID HER IN!
CRISPY CRITTER-!
WAITIN' FOR LIFE TO END!

THE FOXY KINS!
THEY GOT AWAY!
THEY GOT SOME DRINKS!
AND THEN THEY SAY-"​

Monika stopped the singing for a moment to explain. "Then that's when you two scream too, need the chorus to be as big as possible so when I scream 'DO YA WANNA PAAAAAARTY!?' you guys join in then yell in cue with me 'IT'S PAAARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!' then I'll scream 'WE GONNA PAAAAAARTY!!!!' then y'all scream again 'IT'S PAAARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!' Now let's practice, and hey you Migoya you join in to! Now 1-2-3…."

"DO YA WANNA PAAAAAARTY!!!!?" ​

Monika waited for them to say the line before moving on to the next line.

"WE GONNA PAAAAAARTY!!!!" ​

After that Monika would give them her opinion on their chanting, whether it was the big charismatic chorus or just flat halfhearted was left up to them.

 

[Ryuu Rei]

That moment when Migoya and Shinjo’s eyes connected that lasted hours for the young assassin. Having been trained by a literal sociopath and all around psycho, the teenager was used to that cold killer stare. Often more than not, that kind of look sent the ex-operative into a violent frenzy. Without question, there wasn’t any chance he wouldn’t have backed down had the older man made a sudden move but Shin would be lying through his teeth if he wasn’t relieved that his fellow band member shoved a guitar into his hands. The broken tension washed throughout the entire beach for the kid from Kumo as he found himself covered in a cold sweat. A hard swallow followed as he broke from the trance and came back into his own senses. ‘What was that?’ the youth wondered as he moved in a wide circle around Migoya and onto the half built stage. The guitar in his hand felt strangely heavier than normal as he shook his head. Shinjo couldn’t gather just exactly what the hooded guy with a bloody hand had done to him in that moment, and was trying to pass it off as some kind of sudden Genjutsu; Soratu or whatever vouched for him. Surely he was some kind of ex shinobi as well or something and that was just the normal sizing up glances given by someone powerful. The teenager continued to run through his head over and over every excuse he could think of while pushing as far from the truth as he could.

Because the answer was that he was scared of Migoya; on a primal level.

Monika’s quick quip about the song she had written smacked back into Shinjo’s mind a little bit, recalling the tales of his previous mentor’s defeat. Something about remembering the story relieved whatever weight he had on his shoulders, and when the Scream Queen got up to the mic, that feeling of rebellion that had carried him this far stirred back up. His eyes looked back at the man in the crowd who was their supposed benefactor, and this time nothing stirred within Shinjo that he would think of as a disturbance. The whole thing burned away in the back of his mind as he produced a pick from his pocket and began channeling a bit of low-tuned electrical chakra into the guitar that had been handed to him. With a quick thrash, Shinjo opened his mouth to emit the sounds of the electrical guitar he was playing. His mouth moved to tune the sound exactly as he wanted it. When she stopped them and began rehearsing screaming, Shinjo just straight up went with it. Something about Monika’s energy sparked something inside of the assassin in a soul he had considered long dead. It was a fire of rebellion, a need to destroy and turn everything to ash so it could start over; just so he could tear it down again. He needed to be an antagonist to the world. She was an inspiration he didn’t know he needed, and now it was all he wanted; anarchy for the sake of anarchy.

[MFT]

 

[Myakashi Migoya]

Migoya nodded in response to Kureji’s request - oh certainly he would be respectful. He might be a killer, but at least he had manners. The trio were starting to talk together... plan. Good.

“Its a pleasure scream queen to make your acquaintance”. Migoya said formally with a small bow of respect. That same bow was offered towards Shinjo, along with a small smile, as if Migoya somehow knew what the young man was thinking. It was common afterall for people to be… disquieted around him, and he forgave the lack of a proper introduction. He continued to hammer away at the stage before Monika made it apparent that she was going to perform. The hammering stopped, and a wrapped audience started to form to see exactly what all the fuss was about. "Thank you for the compliment. Its an old family name meaning 'Oak Tree'. I wouldnt be surprised if you had heard it - I tend to get around", he added with a smirk.

The music began.

Migoya listened carefully at the lyrics of the song, the cadence of this talented woman's vocals that worked a strange sort of magic in elevating one's heart rate. He could feel the blood pumping through the various people around the vicinity, human puppets excluded, and marvelled at the control that a rock band could have over the masses. It had never crossed his mind to use such a method - it was a revelation and inspiring. He stood for a moment in silence, enjoying the blend that these performers made. A blend of their own magic, and they own chaos, brought together as if they had always belonged entangled together like lovers. It was delicious. Migoya found it surprising given his normal distast for the genre of music they were… screaming, but this… this was something greater. If he could use this increased heart rate, and then use his own abilities to increase it further…

The vocals and the wailing of the guitar started to fade, Migoya taking the opportunity to speak quickly before the trio continued their practice.

“You will have to tell me the story behind your lyrics Monika-san over some hot sake one day”, Migoya chuckled, taking the small gap of silence as a queue to start to hammer the stage once more. The other builders followed suit, clearly snapping out of whatever spell the band had cast.

The problem with anarchists was that they wanted the world to burn, but rarely had an idea of what to do with the ashes. He would help them achieve their goals indeed, and then he would build as he always did, from the remnants of those left behind. There was something familiar about the group, as if he was remembering forming his own ‘band’ of rebels to take down the hierarchy. Yes - he would help them.

Expertly, Migoya made his hammer dance over his fingertips as he thought deep thoughts. He had intended to use this band to draw out a particular enemy, and once they were dispatched, he would care less about what happened to this group, but now he had heard them. He heard the anger behind the performance. He heard the rage of mistreatment. He heard the song of revenge.

A song that should be spread.

No - he would protect and aid these ones.

That was pretty awesome for a bunch of mortals. Made me get a woodie! The words would drift into the very brains of those 'listening' - they could hear the perverted words, but knew it had been silent. It was a strange feeling to be spoken to my this particular tsukyomogami. A small, human-like puppet would appear out of a sachet Migoya had around his shoulder, clambering up to the mans shoulder where he would give a wave toward Kuroji. Migoya rolled his eyes in annoyance.

And that guitar… she likes how you play her. Strong and forceful. Yeah she likes it like that…Do it fast... then slow... then...

“Mikki - tone it down.”, Migoya said plainly, his face clearly annoyed.

But she told me! You said to play nice with the mortals, so I am! Sheesh - what the hell am I supposed to do!

“Now that you have clearly made it obvious who we are, why don't you get the band a nice cold beer each, shut up, and enjoy the show”, Migoya said, clearly annoyed that any attempt at disguising himself was now gone. He noted the eyes of some of the builders start to watch him more closely. The puppet plopped himself on the ground, clearly upset at being told off.

Migoya turned to the band. “My apologies. Mikki and I will be quiet whilst you continue to practice. You are extremely talented.”

 

[Kureji]

Kureji would carefully, but fully watch as his bandmates interact with Migoya. Monika seemed to have heard the name before, though Migoya had claimed that meant 'Oak tree', and he has been about. As for Zoomies Gun Dude, Kureji still hasn't heard the guy's name been called out yet, he seemed nervous around Migoya. The puppet formulated thoughts on their benefactor. He himself knows only so much of Migoya. The man had hinted that he was from Leaf due to certain events that had happened that made him want to be free of oppressors. But...His thought process was interrupted as Monika had explained her rehearsal. Using chakra threads, he had quickly acquired another guitar for himself from a nearby instrument shop that was conveniently located in the area.

Once it had kicked off, he had shouted loudly and proudly, "IT'S PAAARTY TIME!!!!!!!!!" When prompted to. As he shredded the guitar, his thoughts would drift to the song that Monika had sung, about how a Sennin got their ass handed to them. It would be nice to listen about how that happened. Especially since Kureji had met some fox kins a while back in Leaf, though it had seemed as if they were not really welcomed there. A shame, he'd kill to have those lovely foxy ladies in his band.

Finally Mikki made himself known and it was clear that Migoya's disguise fell through as some of the other builders seem to take notice. Kureji would make clones, their main purpose was to mess with the confetti canons, adding a certain, pizzazz to their performance once it really comes to the final act. He was preparing the final act way before he found the other bandmates, but this... this will be a spectacle.

"Okay, time to break it to you two what Migoya here and I made a deal about." He would lower his voice so that only his bandmates and Migoya would hear, "We are going to make a performance to further attract the attention of some bigger cheese in Moon. There are three reasons for this." He would put up one finger, "First, is to... convince Moon and its government to attack another Country, my idea, have em wanna target Cloud." He would wait a moment before bringing up a second finger, "Two. If that fails stir up the public of Moon to wanna rise up and revolt. The people here strive off of faith, there is only one emotion stronger than this false faith. Anger, hatred. We play that into the crowd and even the Moon and its government can't stop everyone. If they kill all the citizens, in the end they cripple themselves because the citizens are the workers." He put up a third finger, "Third and final, if the other two plans fall through, we take out as much important looking people as possible, ignore the small fries. Without their leaders, the rest will fall easily."

His clones came back from modifying all of the confetti canons, and poofed out of existence. "I've got everything in place. But I've got one question for you, Migoya." He would give the man time to respond, "What we are about to do is gonna give us a lot of heat. However, I want to know, before we follow through with this, a) do you have any heat on you already, and b) are you ready for more?"

He would turn to his bandmates, "No matter what the results are of tonight, I'll meet you two at the meeting location discussed before." He sure hoped that neither would spit out their next destination.

 

[Mizuki Monika]

It was amazing, the sort of thing that only could happen behind the scenes. As Monika sang her song, Shinjo joined in with his guitar right on cue as if the song itself just inspired him to act. The chugging of the guitar behind her made her sing even more aggressively, spewing her anger and frustration out in the microphone and then when Monika took a small break at the little offer to discuss the story behind her song; she giggled before shouting over the mic. "Hell yeah Migo, but you're buying!" she yelled before getting right back in the song giving a little cheesy evil laugh like one of those stereotypical supervillains.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAH
OH SHE NEVER HAD A CHANCE!
SHE WAS ONLY A 14 YEAR OLD!
SHE NEVER WAS READY!
SHE NEVER WAS A SENNIN!​

Monika yelled, she noticed that the builders of the stage were just now getting back to work. The punk had to grin at how she captured the attention of everyone despite this being just a rehearsal. She could already imagine how this song would be received by an actual audience. Pumping the crowd up with angry shouts and loud guitar work. Getting everyone in a partying mood to crack some skulls and stand up to the high rank chimps who sell people a dream then toss them away like garbage when they die. As Shinjo begins to chug into the verse riff of the song, the two of them slam into the next turn of the song, dragging everyone with them on this wild ride.

BROKEN AND BEATEN!
DEFEATED AND WEAK!
DANCING AND DUNKIN'-
ON THAT LITTLE PIP-SQUEAK​

Monika getting really angry now she walked over while flicking her arm and giving the bird to the audience.

TELL THAT LITTLE SHIT–
YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!
COULDN'T EVEN STOP ME AND NOW I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!​

Monika paused…. Then continued, screaming and jumping on stage.

DO YA WANNA PARTY!!!
IT'S PARTY TIME

YEAH WE GONNA PARTY!
IT'S PARTY TIME!​

Monika began to sweat. Pumping her fist in the air while screaming the chorus louder this time.

DO YA WANNA PARTY!!!
IT'S PARTY TIME

YEAH WE GONNA PARTY!
IT'S PARTY TIME!

DOOOOOOO YA WANNA PARTY! ​

Monika wiped her forehead, grinning as her reality began to shift and she could imagine the crowd cheering them on on a grand stage. Village flags burning, people yelling and breaking stuff which was the entire goal. Monika would then pump her fist in the air, her eyeliner and lipstick looking messy as she looked around before suddenly coming back to reality seeing that there was no one around besides a few builders who were clapping their hands. Confetti blasting out of the cannons to make the final act more grand. "Thank you, thank you. Shinjo you played pretty well, Kureji did a good job too. Especially with the backup vocals. Man can't wait to get this show on the road!" Monika was feeling pumped, excited for what else was to come.

The punk looked over at Migoya who was having a little exchange with…. Something. But now that he was undisguised Monika still couldn't put a finger on where she had seen him before but she knew something about him. Regardless, during the break, Monika listened to Kureji lay out the whole master plan for her that he and this Migoya guy was planning. The plan seemed for the most part well thought out, it would probably be useful to some degree however Monika was sort of skeptical on certain portions. "Seems like you've been doing some homework, but something isn't adding up here." Monika stated.

"For one, I doubt Moon country will go to war with Cloud Considering this is a small ass country compared to Kumo who recently took over the whole goddamn country rather than just a small city state." Monika explains with her arms folded. "Even if we somehow paint clouds in a bad ass light normally the governments would verify first and all they have to do is show me and Shinjo then all the blame goes to us nukes. Plan 2 and 3 sounds good though."

Monika sat on the edge of the stage, crossing her legs as she began to lay out why she liked the ladder two plans better than the first. "Unlike the weaklings in office who wouldn't want to take a fight to another country, the people can be influence. We live in a world where kids as old as 13 are in training to become law enforcement and join the goddamn army. Living in LITERAL dictatorships, hell people don't even have a say on who gets in office it's a shadow council and if you aren't sucking up to the high ranks you can't even get past genin nowadays!"

Monika spat, already thinking of her time in the Anbu and how many people who were just floating around doing tasks until a high rank noticed them. "Therefore, I think what we need to focus on is waking people up and showing them that they are stranger than the leaders who are just trying to keep people down to maintain a corrupt system. Get them to rise up and crack some skulls. We need an army of our own because the way things are being done now is BULL." she kicked, then looked over at the groups as if awaiting their response.

WC: 880

 

[Ryuu Rei]

And so the song really started to pick up. Like, really pick up. From the cheesy laugh all the way through the last scream Shinjo felt like he was in a trance. His hand expertly rolled through the guitar notes as his ears picked up the rythem without needing drums or a metronome. The sounds of the guitar and his screaming at the imaginary crowd to ask if they wanted to party sounded so badass to the older teen. Sweat began to build on his body as well as he poured his soul into playing that guitar. Music was the first real time Shinjo had actually been allowed to be creative with anything but death; and his very being just couldn’t let it go. By the time the song ended the ex-hitman felt like he had just been baptized in sweat and punk-rock and the guitar that was in his hands was broken. He had started smashing it against the stage without even realizing it. Kureji then came up and began to talk about the real reason he was gathering ex-shinobi turned wannabe rock stars. It took a moment for the assassin to fully understand exactly what was being planned here.

“I have to agree with Monika,” Shin said as he tossed the broken guitar onto the beach near Miyoga’s feet, “Kumogakure would own this country in a real fight, and that’s even with the useless amount of plebs they have now after the war. And I really don’t care much for a bad reputation, but again, Monika is right. Plan A truly sounds…like shit. Now, the third one I can really get behind personally. That’s my specialty beyond being able to shred like a beast,” Shinjo held up a fist to be bumped aimed at Monika. “Plan B sounds more feasible though and keeps heat off us beyond just playing some good music. I say we stick to B and C and just forget A. Kumogakure will be its own downfall once the world starts pushing back!”

He then moved to just flop down on the stage as the weariness of the adrenaline leaving his body started to take hold. Right as Monika began to spill the beans on her reasoning for being a rebel,
“You ain’t gotta sweet talk me, I know personally how messed up being a kid in that kind of military gets. Especially if you catch the eye of some psycho high up enough that thinks they need to personally train you…” his hand reached up to run through the hair that had just grown back. The brainwashing ritual itself was fuzzy, but what had happened wasn’t. He could still vividly feel the horror of being trapped in the Tsukiyomi and that was more than enough for Shinjo to want the world to fight back, "Like, would you believe I have asthma? They were so much more concerned about finding a way around a disease than allowing me to just, ya know, not be a shinobi..."

“Somethin’ gotta give, even if all I want is to watch everything burn. I could care less about the ‘little guy’ and what happens to them; just so long as the big guy is on fire, screaming, with no one to piss on ‘em.” He finished with a glare towards open air, remembering vividly the face of his master.

[MFT = 500+ WC]

 

[Myakashi Migoya]

All it took was a simple motion from a pale hand to send the broken bass guitar into Migoya’s outstretched hand. Mikki clambered down to look over the broken item, seemingly trying to soothe it.

“The best thing about broken things is that you can put them back together… in a different way. Some argue that it will never be as good as the original, but that is the point.”

Strange chakra, similar to thickened ink, seemed to be binding the fragments of the guitar together, wrapping them, enveloping them like tendrils of darkness itself. Mikki quickly scampered off of the guitar and into Migoya’s satchel.

“You create music simply because you want to be heard, am I correct? We are all born into a system where most of us are silenced by those who demand control, yet fail to appreciate that they are not fit to wield it. They clamber for peace, but build armies to maintain it.”

The tendrils seemingly started to squeeze as Migoya’s crimson gaze stared at it with a small measure of concentration. He continued. Migoya gave a smirk, his voice lowering so only the trio could hear him.

“Your words and beliefs echo my own Monika-san. I have seen children cut down by those that would use them to promote their ‘peace’. It is all a waste.”

A strange purple light would emanate from the gaps between the tendrils.

“To put it bluntly, I work with those who wish to end the current system of control, albeit in different ways. Whilst it is true that Tsukigakure would never directly assault Kumogakure, any levels of distrust and instability between them and other villages will work towards that end. Your role in educating the masses as to both their own individual power and the lie that the village system purports works towards that end, thus I can provide my patronage should you wish it.”

The tendrils started to pull back, the bass now seemingly coming into view.

“Do I have any heat on me you ask? I am Myakashi Migoya. Of course I do. My entire clan does. That is the point.”

The guitar, once shiny and new, now looked ancient, withered, deformed, fleshy - like a living entity writhing in its pain.

“Around us are around 13 shinobi from Tsukigakure, not only because of your previous… exploits, but my own. It is clear that this little band are liberated from our various villages, I would hesitate to guess Kumogakure, which will always make us a target. I presume they watch to stop whatever harm we may cause - it is their job after all. Perhaps your words can liberate them.”

The bass guitar, now moving as if alive, would appear. Within it a strange glow seemed to emanate like a heartbeat, the strings seemingly like stretched gut pulled taught over a fretboard of bone. Within a silent scream, as if waiting for a master to use it to let its deep voice resonate over a wider audience. [CRPJ: Corpse hand. It’s now a zombie guitar…]

Migoya offered the ‘creation’ back to Shinjo, hoping the man would take it for the gift that it was. He then turned to face the puppet master.

“As to wanting more heat? My friend… I live for it”. The smirk grew wide, as if a wolf had just devoured its prey.

“All we need is for you talented individuals to inspire the masses to revolt, to see the corruption of the Shrine. Do not harm them, for that would be counterproductive. My operatives will… remove any unwanted resistance, and hopefully the combination of our actions will draw out bigger fish. Said bigger fish will simply be gutted in the name of such-and-such a village - it matters not - but the reaction will matter completely.”

There it was - the plan. Simple indeed, but within simplicity was the foundations of complexity, a web of intrigue that Migoya was indeed a master of. His clanmates had their own methods - deception, and aggression for example and all were very useful indeed, but Migoya’s was always his mind, working the shogi board for any and all openings.

Right now, this band fitted well into the plans - both his and his co-conspirator Akkuma. Perhaps if these talented folks performed well he would introduce them to the ‘other’ master manipulator - the architect of the world's end. Oh what a glorious pairing that would make!

“But for now, focus on your music and leave the ‘boring’ stuff to me. I would advise though that you don’t inflict harm on the masses here… we want any damage to be associated with a shinobi force, not an independent hard metal band. Though… if you want some fun, I will endeavour to give you the opportunity to vent your frustrations.”

Migoya turned, picking up the hammer once more in his ‘damaged’ hand, and started hammering the last of the nails for the stage. His voice rose once more, obviously letting the spies around him listen to this part of the conversation.

“So yeah - the middle part is a bit loud for my ears. Tone it down or something. That’s my advice. What do you think?”.

[MFT]
WC: 851

 

[Kureji]

Kureji merely listened to his bandmates and Migoya speak, thinking carefully of his next words along with storing information that he is constantly learning now. Monika and Shinjo (Finally! learned Zoomies Gun Dude's name!), came from Kumogakure. Oh how the irony that he was trying to pin the attack of Moon on Cloud! Speaking of Cloud it is very much militarized, enough to take control of the whole Lightning Country. That and it seemed as if they have a mutual hatred for someone. Kureji surely can't wait to meet this person, if only to pummel them. But for now, he's got other things on his mind.

As Migoya spoke, Kureji seen the man as both a very powerful ally just as an enemy. Both for the reason of how charismatic and sweet talker he is. Someone who has both an intelligence network and knows just about what to say for the given situation. Sounds a lot like his foster father. However the difference is that he knows very little about Migoya. There is a thing about being a nuke ninja, you never know who to trust. He is putting forth a lot of trust to his bandmates, but for Migoya, it just seems as if the man is always thinking of getting the upper hand. In what? Kureji doesn't know. Today he is their ally, but who knows what tomorrow will bring. He can only hope that the man being now deep in the bands affairs that he doesn't betray them in favor of gaining some sort of advantage. It was surely a good thing he had a mask to mask his physical features.

"If my bandmates don't feel comfortable trying to frame Cloud further than what I've already done at the rave, then we won't, for their sake. As for the other two, I do agree with you Migoya in not us mindlessly killing civvies. It both leaves us with no fans to adore us, and it'd make us lame to go around killing random people who don't even have the power to fight back. Now for the plan," He gestured to the confetti canons that are all pointed up to the sky, "Those things are set to not shoot confetti but rather something I've only seen a few times. It should really get the attention of the most of the Moon Country. Now we need to play into the audience's feelings, mostly anger. We target all that makes them angry, whether it be the unfairness of life that has been dealt to them, aka how they have had to deal with the Shrine. It should be able to rile the masses up. I would be surprised if my little surprise and the masses riling up doesn't attract attention. Now if it gets down to some Shrine enforcers come to attack us, leave em to me. I'll be sure to make them only remember me, as this puppet specializes in being spectacular and flashy."

He looked over at Monika, "If you're up to it, I'll need you to be the one to try and rile up the masses, pwease." He patted Shinjo on the back, "If it's alright with you, can you be my extra eyes and covertly back me up if things get too spicy for me?" He then looked at Migoya, "If or when I start fighting some of the shrine dudes, can you have your operatives and Zombois evacuate the civvies. This simple act would displace the trust the civvies have in the Shrine as they would see that the Shrine wouldn't care for their lives but outside sources do. Along with that, give me support in any way you can."

He would then look at them all, "We ready to set things in motion?"

 

[Mizuki Monika]

Monika looked over at Shinjo after she said her piece. Much like her, he didn't really like the idea of plan A mostly because Cloud would own this country in a real war. Would be a good distraction to draw out the big fishes who want to play diplomat but actually inciting a war between the countries would be more challenging than either of them could think. Building an army of their own, spreading their message to get people to revolt against the system seemed more possible. Especially after what Shinjo showed her with his sick guitar work and what Kureji has done so far it seemed more possible that they were able to build an army of their very own. Hell even when Shinjo finished the song by smashing the guitar was a nice little added angst to the song. He also didn't care much about the little guy which showed that he was at the very least serious about being a part of the band even if he had to harm a couple of civilians just as long as the big man upstairs was burning.

Monika had to chuckle, seeing the weezer go from the Sennins prodigy to revolutionary was just a beautiful thing to see. Looking over at the now broken guitar Migoya began to put his two cents in on his role in all this. He posed the question whether they wanted to make music to be heard all while echoing her own statements about having to take orders from people who simply aren't worthy of the title. Crossing her arms over her chest, the punk listened closely to Migoya's experience with the whole village thing and it was honestly no different than what they had been doing in Kumo before the whole war thing. "Tch! What's with these villages and murdering kids? They used to do the same shit in Kumo. The overall mortality rate was around ninety percent during the whole Masao Senninship some time ago. It's bull." Monika cringed at the memories of having to read that during her trainee days. A thick anger boiled within her, it seemed wrong that children are slaughtered in the name of this so-called peace.

They were all let down by this current shinobi system, that was one thing that they all shared but then Migoya went on to explain his intentions for the band. Monika's rage turned into intrigment when Migoya began to give them an offer that was impossible to refuse. Basically, they get the freedom to make merry hell for the top dogs while Migoya and his contacts protect the band. All he asks is that we try not to harm civilians since we want them on our side after all, which wasn't much of a ask anyway. Monika pretty much will be able to do her thing, spread the word and cause riots while Migoya and Kureji do the behind the scenes stuff so she doesn't have to worry about it. Migoya also made the guitar that Shinjo smashed even more rad by turning it into this awesome zombie guitar! Monika whistled then giggled. "Well then, looks like we are all on the same page then. Gotta say, weez he did make your guitar look more–" blam!

Migoya's words cut her off when he said that the music was too loud and to tone it down. Monika straightened up about to chew Migoya out for insulting their art when Kureji chimed in. Basically discussing the show in more detail because again they needed to get the crowd angry enough to start fighting back. Monika swallowed her anger for a moment then gave a nod to Kureji. "Well yeah, I gave a bunch of songs lined up for this party too. They more or less are the same damn thing, Partytime, Die For The Shinobi Way, The Will Of Brainwashed. Hell got more than that, all in which I think would get them in a partying mood." Monika smirked, nodding to Kureji. "Hey no problem mate, they'll be ready to riot by the end of the show."

Kureji then proceeded to give everyone else a role to play, once everything seemed good Monika shrugged since all her concerns were addressed. "No problem here, just make sure you give our bud here Migoya some beer and earplugs during the show. Sorry hon but it isn't punk until this lunatic over here" she grabbed Shinjo then shook him. "Blows out all the speakers. Call him The Smasher because he always breaks the equipment. But yeah think Migoya is more of a Drone Doom metal type. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYARRRRRRRRRRRR" Monika gave her best attempt at doing those weird deep chantings that certain drone metal bands do before bursting into laugher.

WC: 787

 

[Ryuu Rei]

Shinjo absorbed what Migoya spoke into his head as he watched the man, almost mesmerized, re-piece the guitar together. What Migoya said wasn’t lost on the ex-ANBU member, and though he wasn’t privy to the files on their benefactor’s clan; Shin did know about the whispers that followed. Always crazy things like being virtually unkillable, powerful, capable of anything…the kind hushed tones people with fear tacked onto names that made them legendary. Of course, the assassin was a man of “see before believing” as he held onto a rare power that would make people whisper just as much - he just didn’t have a legacy to back it up yet. Still, as the guy handed him a zombie guitar, he couldn’t help be find himself morbidly curious on just how many strings the guy could actually pull. The idea that they were surrounded by shinobi right now, despite his best efforts to weed out that potential when hiring people to build everything, excited the punk-rocker. He had never really had heat on him before, not like this. There was a difference between being a nuisance to your sensei and being part of the chaos trying to shake up an entire country. Casually the guy plucked a new string from his handmade guitar and it replied with a screech that was almost pain and pleasure. A malicious grin crossed his features,
“Oh yeah, I like this….”

Shinjo was shaken, (literally), he was stirred, and above all; he was feelin’ it. It was rare to come across the right kind of people to start the right kind of thing, and for the first time in his life, Shinjo actually felt free. Like he was finally making his own choices and not the ones that pleased who the hell ever above him.
“’Aight, I’m in. Been looking to pick a fight with the world for awhile now, and this looks like a good opportunity. Speaking of,” the punk hopped down back onto the beach and walked towards the cooler. He kicked the lid open and grabbed one of the bottles before popping off the cap with his thumb alone. Shinjo swallowed down half the suds before breaking free with a happy sigh, “…I’m gonna go find a few someones to help me wind down. Gotta relax before a gig like this, right?”

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[MFT = 300+]

 

[Myakashi Migoya]

“You are welcome.” Migoya said calmly, before returning to his work. The stage itself was almost completed, but various decorative elements including the strange confetti cannons needed to be prepped for use later. So many things needing to be done, and so little time.

Migoya nodded wordlessly towards Monica and Kureji between hammering the stage, clearly indicating that he both understood his role, and how to complete it. It was strange working with those not of his clan for normally he would be able to communicate his orders silently with them, but this was grand practice - a moment in time for him to reminisce about working with others like in the past. Certainly, it was refreshing to not be in charge - or at least to look like he wasn't, permitting the skilled trio to demonstrate any leadership potential they might have. Oh yes, this was certainly a test.

Migoya placed down his hammer, standing up and stretching, twisting his body left to right, causing a large cracking sound. Gods Im getting old. He turned towards the nearest bunch of workers.

“Finish up here lads. I’m taking a smoko. I’ll catch you gents, and lady, later - break a leg.”

Giving each of the band members a small but polite bow, Migoya picked up Mikki, stuffing him into his knapsack. The pair would walk wordlessly towards a small glade, noting the eyes that followed them. So many eyes. Good - the more that were on him, the less were on the band.

Walking up to a large elm tree, Migoya would simply clamber up its trunk into its lofty branches, find himself a comfortable nook, and lay down with his back propped up. He would look the very image of relaxed - whether that was actually the case however was arguable, for could he ever truly relax?

Pulling out a strange-smelling cigarette, a blend of his own creation, he lit it with a fingertip, placing it between his thin, pale lips, and drew back on its strangely sweet flavour. He closed his crimson eyes in a moment of respite. The calm as it were before the storm.

What a fortuitous find indeed. Let us see if my investment will pay dividends…

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[MFT]
[WC: 367]

 

[Kureji]

Kureji has to admit. He sure has found the perfect bandmates. Monika has a killer voice, one that could captivate the audience, with the plus being those ghost things that she can summon. She is a great asset for both being on the band and can hold her own in a fight! Then there's Shinjo. The guy's a bit mysterious, but Kureji has the feeling that this is the most the guy has let loose in a long while. His Zoom type of ability could both put on a good show and also do laps around whoever he's fighting. Kureji himself is just a walking armory that only specializes in puppets. And the ones he has are all potent and make him easily the most versatile of the group.

And the one man to help see this plan through is Migoya. Honestly, Kureji has mixed feelings about the guy. On one hand, he seems genuine about wanting to tear down the system that oppresses people, something that Monika feels deeply about. But on the other, the puppet knows right now that they will be doing the heavy lifting of the Myakashi's dirty work and often his mind wanders to worst case scenario and if it goes down to it, would Migoya betray them to save his own skin? It was the main reason why he had asked the man if he already has heat on him and is willing to take more.

He decided that putting too much thought into it right now would only cause more trouble down the line. Sounds like a future Kureji problem. Shrugging off the thought for now, he would take a walk around Moon Country to just waste time until everything was set. He was sure that one of the Myakashi Operatives would let him and his band mates know when everything was set.

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[Mizuki Monika]

Everyone seemed to be on the same page and the plan was set in motion. All they needed to do was wait until the show started so while they waited for the stage to be built they could all relax until then. "Yeah I'm with Shinjo, I'm gonna go find a bar and maybe get a few beers. Chit-chat with the folks around to see what they are angry about." Monika hopped off the stage then stretched heading away from the stage. "If you guys need me. I'm hanging out at the Full Moon Inn, room 1 because I'm number one! Later dorks." she teased before going for the cooler and nabbing her a few beers for the road; leaving the hard work of setting up the grand stage up to the boys while she went on to get more booze. As she drank her beer she contemplated who would probably know more about Moon country and their shady dealings around here. They didn't need proof of these wrong doings, just something big enough to get the people angry. A good enough bartender who people often spill their guts to when they get drunk seems like a perfect place to start.


Gulping down her second beer Monika decided to pay the bar a visit to get a little more information for her songs.

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