Ever since he had re-established himself within the village, he had seen an insurgence of missions relating to rebuilding and construction. While it was important to note that there were plenty of capable people who could perform these jobs, Uri was exceptional at it. This had nothing to do with his being a shinobi either. His mind worked in such a fashion that whole buildings and facilitates would become real to his imagination, see how people would use them, how they would handle stress and wear. It was clairvoyant in such a way that he could predict how certain outcomes would unfold, but not truly see into the future. Being able to take all of these facts into account allows him to build with superior planning and materials. Something unique would also be his ability to form materials out of his own naturally earthen-based chakra. Whatever his heritage was, he could shape and bring life to inanimate objects. While bringing a building to life was something he had never done, he always thought he brought a rare personality to his works.
This time he received a mission that was sealed with the Steward's mark. Inside was a letter detailing an unusual guest to their village. It also went over the more specialized help they would need. To build for foreign dignitaries was a difficult feat in itself since it would require a deeper understanding of the regional architecture and what it would have to withstand. The letter also noted that the pair was meticulous, particular, and prone to accident. So building a near perfect plan and making sure it could take punishment from outside and in was of utmost importance.
Gathering a plethora of his planning supplies, he half-tripped out of his house with pens, pencils, rolls of paper, measuring instruments and numerous other items. From his lips dangled a pencil, of which he tried not to lose as he shouted back into the household, "I won't be home for dinner, Oka-san! Don't wait up!"</COLOR><i></i>
A fair bit of wondering and he found the establishment the letter told him to meet them at. Now he had gathered himself and looked a bit more professional; as professional as Uri was willing to make himself look without looking too serious. As he walked into the high-end restaurant, he was approached by a young hostess garbed in a tight black dress. Nothing more than a kind smile, she gestured for Uri to follow and led him to the private rooms in the back. Knocking once, twice, three times, she opened the door and urged Uri forward. Stepping into the dimly lit room, he heard the door snap shut behind him and he looked around, immediately spotting the brightly colored hair of the short twins occupying the couch space. They were sipping from tea cups, their motions perfectly in sync and slightly eerie.
<COLOR color="#BF4040">"Come." They spoke in unison too, "Sit. We have much to discuss."
Uri smiled and accepted their offer, sitting on a small stool on the opposite side of the table. From there he unpacked and talked details with them, taking extensive notes and even asking bits about their culture. Every little bit was important to their new domicile. Time seemed to warp and get lost as Uri worked with the Twins in planning their blueprints. By the end of it, the table was littered with countless drawings, some stained where tea cups sat, and on one corner of the table was an exact replica of their new home rendered out in clay, two miniature versions of themselves walking around as Uri willed them to. As the mini Night and Dae moved about, the house would morph to show how the figurines would interact with the environment.
After much deliberation and many questions about Uri's own abilities they signed off on the final blueprint. Uri rolled it up and stored it away in a thin tube for safe keeping. This was only the first step, next would be the physical construction. There would be some time for supplies to be ordered, so it wasn't going to be immediately, but soon and Uri was thrilled to think about it.
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Word Count: 696
This time he received a mission that was sealed with the Steward's mark. Inside was a letter detailing an unusual guest to their village. It also went over the more specialized help they would need. To build for foreign dignitaries was a difficult feat in itself since it would require a deeper understanding of the regional architecture and what it would have to withstand. The letter also noted that the pair was meticulous, particular, and prone to accident. So building a near perfect plan and making sure it could take punishment from outside and in was of utmost importance.
Gathering a plethora of his planning supplies, he half-tripped out of his house with pens, pencils, rolls of paper, measuring instruments and numerous other items. From his lips dangled a pencil, of which he tried not to lose as he shouted back into the household, "I won't be home for dinner, Oka-san! Don't wait up!"</COLOR><i></i>
A fair bit of wondering and he found the establishment the letter told him to meet them at. Now he had gathered himself and looked a bit more professional; as professional as Uri was willing to make himself look without looking too serious. As he walked into the high-end restaurant, he was approached by a young hostess garbed in a tight black dress. Nothing more than a kind smile, she gestured for Uri to follow and led him to the private rooms in the back. Knocking once, twice, three times, she opened the door and urged Uri forward. Stepping into the dimly lit room, he heard the door snap shut behind him and he looked around, immediately spotting the brightly colored hair of the short twins occupying the couch space. They were sipping from tea cups, their motions perfectly in sync and slightly eerie.
<COLOR color="#BF4040">"Come." They spoke in unison too, "Sit. We have much to discuss."
Uri smiled and accepted their offer, sitting on a small stool on the opposite side of the table. From there he unpacked and talked details with them, taking extensive notes and even asking bits about their culture. Every little bit was important to their new domicile. Time seemed to warp and get lost as Uri worked with the Twins in planning their blueprints. By the end of it, the table was littered with countless drawings, some stained where tea cups sat, and on one corner of the table was an exact replica of their new home rendered out in clay, two miniature versions of themselves walking around as Uri willed them to. As the mini Night and Dae moved about, the house would morph to show how the figurines would interact with the environment.
After much deliberation and many questions about Uri's own abilities they signed off on the final blueprint. Uri rolled it up and stored it away in a thin tube for safe keeping. This was only the first step, next would be the physical construction. There would be some time for supplies to be ordered, so it wasn't going to be immediately, but soon and Uri was thrilled to think about it.
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Word Count: 696