Entered as the amazing NPC: Ryuu Tama!
A desert storm blew through the dunes harder than it had in awhile, and of all times he happened to be out, Tama found himself stuck in it. Not that it was so much a detriment to his skin as it would be most - the hard grains of sand cutting flesh only to have it healed back up just as quick - but, he did have a weird phobia of being buried alive. If there was one thing that the Wind Country’s desert was infamous for, it was doing just that. So many ruins and ancient cities of the past that existed back before the country were covered in the golden grains of the damned; buried by endless storms. A lot of it had been in part due to the Maelstrom which had torn apart and ravished much of Wind for years, but Tama couldn’t shake the bizarre fear that one day he too would be consumed by the desert in the same way: alive and suffering beneath the grains with his immortality.
His large-brimmed hat was tilted down and held between the index and thumb of his right hand to keep most of the sun away from his eyes as the scientist glared through the slits placed there for this exact purpose in order to view his surroundings occasionally and see where he was at. Most people would easily find themselves lost in this giant dust bowl, even without the storm, but Ol’ Tama had walked the entire county save a few special areas where the demonic tension got…heavy. Even as ever changing as the desert was he could still normally recognize landmarks to know exactly where he was, but today the seven-foot tall immortal found himself at a lost.
This was Uzu’s fault, he decided. If the damnable assassin hadn’t been so dead set on hunting a bounty, Tama never would have gotten bored enough to leave their little concrete hut in the middle of nowhere to go exploring. He had lost track of exactly where he was after chasing one of the new trains that roamed through the desert to help move people around and bring a sense of unity the desert had rarely seen before, but stopped about a few miles short of where the steel vehicle would port itself. It had been fun comparing his own speed and freaking out the onlookers riding the train, but now he had no idea where the house was. Tama easily could of just followed the tracks into the town, but, lately people had been acting really sketchy around the scientist when he went to preform his Ninjutsu as he did really on reflex at his age. Toushin had been the one to sneak into the dive-bars and seedy areas of these ever growing towns to collect bounties and get information. The old killer in a new body still had his knack for keeping low profile, and despite being warned multiple times that everyone outside of Sunagakure were wary of chakra users, Tama still couldn’t help it; which lead to the scientist simply avoiding large groups of people all together.
Something shiny caught his attention. A brief gleam of metal that caught the blistering sun that continued to burn despite the dust storm. It had only popped up through the dunes for a second, but it was enough for Tama to get a bead. Snapping his fingers the very world came to a full stop as the immortal slipped through a land of halted time and get multiple three-second jumps towards the target. To anyone watching it would be akin to watching a super-scary ghost blink in an out of reality as it quickly closed the gap between itself and the terrified victim. When he counted his last set of “3s”, Tama was suddenly at a large dune shaped slightly odd than the rest. It seemed to have something more…ridged to it than normal. Reaching out to touch the sand he found that, indeed, it was fake. The “sand” was a special cloth made to mimic its surrounding. The scientist recalled that such cloth was normally for select ANBU trainees who couldn’t master their own chakra enough to pull the invisibility techniques their higher-ups could do almost at whim. It was expensive, kind of rare, and he was pretty sure that with everyone hating on Sunagakure, shouldn’t be out here in such quantities. Grabbing the veil he lifted it enough to reveal a door made of that kind of metal found in the desert that was hard to corrode from natural elements. What had been an attempt to simply find some kind of shelter turned into a full-on curiosity boner, causing the scientist to lift his boot from the swirling sands at his feet to slam it into the door with a mad grin.
It took a few good kicks before the metal of the door bent in and then slammed on down the staircase beyond. Any reasonable person building a place in the desert made sure it was underground so that the heat of the day was escapable, and the cold of the night could be warded off. Of course, he was sure that there was probably more rooms above since the dune was larger than just this hidden door, but whatever mattered to his curiosity was going to be down those stairs; his madness said so. The metal door clattered down the stairs loudly as the scientist casually descended, calling out a loud,
“Hellloooo down there, anyone home??”