Mocking those who Marvel Misfortune (Open)

[Ko]

Perfection​

Perfection would be quite the word to describe the are around stone that combined civilian and shinobi lifestyles together. Though they both did different jobs and experienced different trends, the socio-economic standards between the two remained the same. Shops that had neon lights flashing to say they were open, and dumb novelty fridge magnets that said 'Kiss me I'm a Stoner.' Really? Playing on the notion of narcotics and the ninja culture group? Kind of pathetic if you asked Sunuke.

He stood there firmly at the store front, in average stone ninja gear. His usual samurai robes replaced by padded armour, and the usual Nanjirou clan ensignia was absent and instead was an Stone Village forehead protector on his arm. His eyes as dark as his hair, and as firm as the face that looked at the trash in the storefront.

He gazed at a window, looking through with a small scorn at the shop keepers selling tacky trinkets and bling and baubles without a care in the world. They were just trying to make their living really, just as Sunuke made his living through missions that usually involved someone getting hurt or killed. Now that he was a Jounin he would be someone who would lead these missions and he would have to make sure that he was looking after the newer generations. These little ones would be looking up to him, unless they were stupid and arrogant. Those were the ones who get themselves killed.

He shook his head and continued to look at the stupid items in the shop window. Cuddly toys of earth golems, and ninja toy sets for kids aged three to five. Get them ready to be a ninja a different way, like maybe a book on how to be a ninja, or a soft cuddly kunai. A cuddly kunai could be a wonderful gift for a child!

But alas he was just focusing on how stupid and dumb the shop was. And he was certain that this wasn’t the only one on this street, but maybe the first of many, all competing for their share of the profits on tourists and those unfortunate to end up thinking these tacky shops were worth every yenny.

”Ugh it’s shops like this that are going to drive our village into the ground, even further than we already are!” He exclaimed, shaking his head slowly, not really realising that for one thing he was probably being a little loud, and for the other he was probably the only person who really gave a care about what was the storefronts of the village. In the end people were going to make money one way or another.

Capatalism, ho!


MFT: 450 words

(Sunuke hasn't got an eyepatch yet, that's for a plot device later)

 

[Kari]

She stared vacantly, emotionlessly as the Maruishi life went on; she was finally here, finally in the city that she had been aiming to enter, and with the goal of remaining anonymous, though at the cost of her identity. Karurosu was dead, over a week, though how exactly, she wasn't sure. She was Kari, now; no clan name was given to this identity, but was an Isaki born: second son to the direct line of the family -- no, even such a trivial fact was not safe to think anymore; if Karurosu was truly dead, he had to be in both body and mind. Memories of Kirigakure were locked away, never to be remembered gain; trivia and emotions of the islands never existed. How could they? She was a native of the city.

Every night, tirelessly, the doctor worked with her, trying to regain some part of her humanity, peice by peice. Their efforts had brought her the very basics of mobility; she could talk, though not for overly extended periods without fatigue; she could walk and move, but not quickly nor naturally. Movements were still laboured and mechanical, and as to be expected: she wasn't human anymore; she was some freakish creation of Kazuhiko: a puppet somehow infused with their life. In the days, the doctor gave Kari the task of trying to socialize, to interact with the natives, to integrate herself among them and try to salvage a life for herself after her recuperation. It was impossible; she couldn't interact with those who appeared her age, like those kids whom played without worry in the streets; any her true age of twenty-two would deny any belief of such; those bound to these "old beliefs" of the country would burn her on sight for the abomination she had become. This place was dangerous, this place was a haven.

Kari's thoughts turned to Kazu: how would he ever act were he to discover she was failing each day to get any interaction with anyone? From where she was, sitting on a brick ledge between two buildings, she could see clearly far too many options: there were children, clerks, store workers, civilians and refugees roaming the streets, there were additionally a few of the Iwagakure warrior shinobi. Since the incident, she could only feel slightly on-guard around their kind, even if the possibility it was only that one that was like that was great. If Kazu found out, she would likely be reprimanded, perhaps, though, he might take her to the hospital he so dreaded working in; perhaps she wouldn't be forced to sit here every day.

She couldn't bring herself to talk to someone, so she'd just be a background piece. Another kid on the streets.

WC: 460​

 

[Ko]

”Gah I should write a formal complaint to Tsuchikage about the kind of trash this street sells. How are we meant to show we’re truly a great nation if we are selling baubles that mock our own traditions?” Truly Sunuke was one who was linked to the old ways, in more ways that one.

”Just embrace it or ignore it Sunuke, it’s really nothing for you to really focus your energy on. Remember, you’re training to be a good shinobi, not for window shopping at gifts and gadgets.” Musashi would exclaim at Sunuke from the hilt of his blade. Everyone had their secrets, and Sunuke’s was that he had a spirit that was linked with him.

He would ignore the ghostly figure and instead walk off from the building towards a new destination. He was meant to be going to the temple for prayers and meditation, but got distracted by his stomach and his eyes wandering. Though he had understood how important it was to train daily and gain knowledge everyday his stomach had different ideas. They wanted to take him somewhere to eat and satisfy basic human needs before enhancement of the mind.

He started taking a few steps across from the shop, making a pass at the shop door, wide open and full of little keyrings, fridge magnets and many more little things that you could get your hands on for a small fee. Disgusting.

But soon he would find himself watching the rush hour past full of people going to different places. Plot convenience? Maybe. Only if you thought that Sunuke or any other Shinobi was that important. Instead it was just probably because this area was busy and full of busy people all going in different directions. They would bump and push past Sunuke as he tried to keep himself from falling over onto the floor below him.

He would move out of the way past some of them before ending up by the shop a little by the last one. He would sight before noticing some legs dropping from the wall that separated the two shops. He would look up to notice a young girl sitting and watching from the top of the wall. It was a little tall, though probably not something a normal person would just sprain an ankle or something. But probably make sure they were safe rather than sorry.

”Hey kid!” he would say up to her, getting a better look to see she probably was just fine since she must have got up there easily. ”Not sure how much the academy has taught you so far, but be careful up there. It doesn’t look like that wall was built too well, like most of the stuff around here…” He was still a little mad about the tacky gift shop. Gifts were probably made in another village as well.

”Just get down after the crowds have gone. Don’t want to get trampled by people who want to get their morning coffee.”


MFT: 500 words

 

[Kari]

It was moronic how much time was wasted here, so much could be done otherwise. Or, could have been; Kari wasn't in any shape to be doing much of anything, anymore. Like Aruku had been, Kari found herself as liberated as she might have been in a wheelchair. This body only offered the convenient appearance of freedom, it was still as confining behind it all. Memories tried to surface of the all too familiar sites of the busy roads; while children played and fought and did what they did, Karurosu worked, trained, and eventually led. Led Kirigakure straight to her death. Killing the identity of Karurosu was proving itself to be an impossibly difficult challenge; it was who he was, all he had ever known. It was her former identity. Something she carried for twenty two years now.

The flow of people were approaching their max for the day, she knew; she watched the people daily. It was the peak of the day for Maruishi, and all of her people came to do their bidding now. Shopping for food, working the streets, and completing whatever social protocol were set for the city, they did it all. One person, some man, was pushing against the general flow of the people; people pushed past and bumped into him as though he weren't even there. Rather inconsiderate, but understandable ultimately, their actions were. He stuck out only because of his actions; he was essentially invisible otherwise; not distinctly different from the others, not too out of place save that he charged back while others charged forward.

He called to her, for some reason. Why would he choose to pay attention to her? She was out of sight and supposedly out of mind; none other paid any attention to her, why him? She was mildly worried by that one fact; was he looking for her? Did he know who she really was? Damn it, where was Kazuhiko when you needed him most? She didn't react, not physically; rather, Kari's failure to react to being called was to the point of complete inanimation. What was he saying? Something about an academy? There was one of those on the islands, was there one here as well? Did this body appear similar to that young age? She stared at him. "Wall is fine," her voice was meek, weak to the point of near inaudibility against the crowd. The man wouldn't have heard her, more likely than not. She could hardly hear him and he was calling out much louder than her.

Wait. Here was her chance, finally, to act on the doctor's wishes. She could try to converse with someone other than the doctor since...since the incident. "Name?" Of course he had one, everyone did, not that it mattered. Having anything he could put to a face would suffice. She made no effort to move; if she did, it would be far too obvious there was something odd about her, something unnaturally different.

WC: 502​

 

[Ko]

The little girl would look down to see him, though her face seemed almost blank and uncaring. It wasn’t really unnerving more than arrogant as she continued to sit there mouthing some words at him. Nothing was actually that audible though, and why would it if you were in the presence of someone so commanding. Or not commanding, as Sunuke had never commanded anyone just yet.

”I’m sorry little girl, but you’re going to have to speak up a little more! I can’t hear you over the crowds of people.” He would put a hand to his ear and move closer to the wall a bit. As bizarre as this encounter was, and surely many encounters in a village were due to convenience of time and plot, he wasn’t actually wanting to make this all weird. After all Sunuke was trying to be polite and help her from not falling off the wall.

He could finally hear her voice, though still quiet and meek he was able to make out the word ‘name.’ Maybe she had been born in a barn or something, but usually you give your name first rather than asking for one. Politeness did usually skip a generation or two. It was probably understandable that she was too young to know how to really act in conversation with a grown-up. Not that Sunuke had every considered himself that old, but that’s a story for a different time.

”Hmm?” he grunted, blinking a second before rubbing his left eye. ”My name is Sunuke, and what is your name little one?’ He didn’t want to say ‘little girl’ just in case he would have made a mistake. It happened few too many times that he got the gender wrong in a person in the village, and more commonly than not had he considered just getting his eyes tested. ”And what you doing just sitting there on a wall? Don’t you have to get to class? Honestly what are the teachers like these days, just letting children off without reason. We need shinobi for the village and they’re just off gallivanting and shirking off their duties!” It seemed Sunuke was going to go off on another rant, but he stopped himself before he did it.

”Just be careful with this place. It’s way too busy for anyone who wants to do his or her own thing. I’m even questioning why I was down this street. I should be off training just like everyone else!” He laughed to himself, looking around to see that the crowds were dying down a little bit, but not by much.

”Shouldn’t you be in school? It’s the middle of the day, and I’m sure there should be some classes going on right now. Don’t you want to graduate sooner?” If Sunuke really knew more about the person in front of him, he’d be so foolish and dumb right now. But Alas, he just thought she was a kid, and a kid she’d be until otherwise proven differently. But by being a Jounin, he had seen a lot of kids since teaching a bit at the academy, and he could tell a kid when he saw one… just not the gender apparently…

WC: 526

 

[Ii Hissori]

“I know you are hungry boy.” Hissori mumbled as he walked along the crowded Inner Marushi’s streets. The response from the dog was a low whine.

In Hissori’s glee to attempt to finish the hospital papers, hire new workers, AND get the newly completed hospital to pass its final inspection before the opening, Hissori had neglected eating. It had only been three days, but for Buru that had been too. The tired dog was dragging his paws on the muddy streets, and his tongue hung out of his mouth.

The plan for this afternoon was to go to a restaurant, get idmediate food for himself, and his dog, and then replenish the refrigerator in his apartment at the local grocery store. Today though, it seemed as everywhere was packed. The skinny man would quietly walk slipping between families, as he turned the corners of the streets to get to his favorite restaurant.

When he turned one corner however, he was greeted by a small scene. It seemed a little girl had found her way up in the air. It was certainly a site to see, and honestly one people in Inner Marushi was not use to seeing people performing Jutsu, this was the land of regular citizens. This was the land where he was in the minority, not the majority.

Moving slowly past the groups of parents with their young children, Hissori would slowly come to stand next to man known as Sunuke. Blinking a bit, he looked up at her in a bit of shock. It wasn’t that she was up there that made him confused, it was why she was up there.

“Is everything okay? Are you running from something little lady?” The medical chief asked in a kind way not having heard anything Sunuke said. Buru whined a bit, hungry. Damn, this dog was needy.

Spoiler

MTF 250+

 

[Kari]

Could her current failure to react be seen as rude or arrogant? Sure. It didn't help in the slightest that she couldn't help it. It seemed just about everything she did, or didn't do, offended the guy. Speaking as minimally as she was doing now was difficult enough; asking her to speak louder was like asking another to move a mountain. On the other side of things, while it was certainly loud, Kari hadn't a problem discerning anything said by any, it just took a bit of focus. "Can't...sorry," the girl admitted. There was no way she'd be able to speak over the crowd; the man would have to listen harder or come up here himself. There was just no other way. Kari didn't quite process what the guy had called him, little girl. It was a massive change far too recent for her to really be accustomed to; if she could've, a questioning glance would have fit that moment perfectly.

Sunuke, then? It was a name for a face, easy enough to remember. And her own? It was a name so recently given to her, a name inspired by a dead sennin of another country. "Kari." It was followed with a question and assumption. What was she doing on the wall, and the continued notion that she was supposedly an Academy Student. It had been over a decade since she was last one; would it be safe for her to join here to integrate into this strange lifestyle? Would it provide protection? What of these people who murdered semihuman beings? How could she even enroll herself? Didn't you need to be a citizen of the country? It was that way in Kirigakure, was it the same here? She was still unacquainted with the country enough to know.

"Nowhere to be," she finally admitted, "not student yet..." It was a statement riddled in a bit of mystery, naturally. Any decent shinobi would be immediately suspicious and try questioning. Kari prayed this would be the one instance where such didn't occur. Another was heading this way. Familiar, he appeared. Oh gods, no. That couldn't be. Kari couldn't believe it, but there was no mistaken it. As obvious as his body had died was that this was his old student, his old second in command before him. There was no mistaken it: that was Ii Hissori. Kiri's freeze hadn't killed him, an amazing fact, a worrying fact. It meant there were people who might recognize him, even beyond that body. She couldn't risk conversing with Hissori, as amazing as it would be to again. No one could know she was still alive.

"Am okay..." she had to get out of here. Where was Kazuhiko when you needed him most?

 

[Ko]

Kari was it, or was it part of a long name and he didn’t hear the previous syllables? He’ll just go with Kari, and if she questioned it, he’d just say it was a pet name or something like that. Yeah that would work… if he were a total creep! You didn’t give pet names to children you just met, that was definitely a no go. Something that Sunuke would avoid because he was an honest and decent man, and he had been this way for so many years. He didn’t want to jeopardise his life’s work because he couldn’t hear somebody over a crowd.

”Well it’s nice to meet you Kari, did you want to become a student? I know not everyone takes that career because of the danger and other goals in their lives. I know many people with respectable lives as bakers or butchers or other jobs.” She was a pre-teen, why would she care about jobs and work. Not everyone had the dream to be Kage, and you can surely believe that! ”But that’s fair enough. I myself am going to the temple to meditate and prepare myself for the rest of the day for training.”

What he wasn’t expecting was another figure trying to bring the girl down, as if she was a VIP. At the same time he seemed shocked that she was up there. Sunuke was beginning to question how she got up there without knowing how to use chakra, but he wouldn’t think much of it for now. Instead he’d quickly glance at the taller man next to him and the smell of dog that was like an aura of him and his companion.

Blonde hair, green eyes, typical toy boy look that ninja seemed to adopt. The Japanese pop star ninja look that didn’t really sit well with how Sunuke felt ninja should be. Why bother on making yourself look pretty when you’re going to be covered in blood and dirt, sweat and other fluids from fighting and training. Just a good moustache trim, and a ironed outfit will do. He would his head over to Hissori’s, not really know the person at all, but he did have an agenda today.

”I think she’s fine, just seems a little shy to people. I was wondering if she was part of the academy and she wasn’t. Might be best to get her down and take her back to her parent or guardian. Otherwise I can leave it to you.” He turned back up to the little girl who said she was fine.

”Well Kari, what made you decide to climb up there? It’s a pretty impressive feat for someone who isn’t in the academy right now, at least I’m impressed.” He said, trying to lighten up the mood a little more. ”Mind if I come up there too?” If she allowed it then he would jump up onto the wall and land on it, wobbling a little before sitting down. Otherwise he would sit there still. Either way, he was just trying to coax her into going back home. This was becoming harder than any mission that he had been on.

 

[Ii Hissori]

Hissori was blinking a bit as he watched the girl. Apparently her name was Kari, he had heard that much. She didn’t seem to make much sense, and she was having problems talking in complete sentences. It was worrisome for a medic like Hissori to see. Someone acting like this could mean something was wrong with them. Scratching his head, Hissori thought for a moment.

“Hey, Kari do you remember how you got up there?” Hissori asked as he looked at her running through his head with questions to get in his head. He would adjust the kirigakure emblem he was using as a belt buckle as he seemed to make something in his mind.

“Yeah, it is a bit dangerous up there for her. I will get her down though, he don’t want you ruining your suit now.” The former kirigakure medic joked as he went to tuck his plain yellow t-shirt into his black jeans. It was in Hissori’s mind that this man seemed to be overdressed for the situation, it was just a day out, and he did not seem to be on duty. Why did a man need to get dressed up in good cloths just to waste them on mundane activities such as shopping for groceries?

At least, that was what Ii Hissori thought which was why he was in a plain tight yellow t-shirt, and black jeans. Running a hand through his hair, he murmured about going to get her down from the wall. As he shifted back and his tan work boots sunk into the ground, Hissori exploded upwards, and in the blink of an eye was sitting right next to Kari.

“Hey there. Why don’t you come down with me and you get to pet my dog? He’s a sweet guy. His name is Buru. That one standing next to the man with the mustache. We’ll go to eat and then I’ll show you the hospital I am making. I’m the head of the hospital here, Ii Hissori.” He told her politely as he smiled holding out his hand as a way to help her off the wall as he grinned a bit.

In his head though, he was thinking about what could have landed Kari on the ledge of this wall, it could have been a stroke, her running away, or even the activation of a bloodline that she did not though. Hissori would find out! He was on the case!

 

[Kari]

She ignored the pleasantry Sunuke gave in exchange to focus on the more important question. Did she? Would Kazuhiko've approved of it, or could he get her into the medical branch sooner? She couldn't just play the part of a citizen; she had to do something. "Student is...fine...know medical..." was the best she could muster. She was a former Sennin; of course acting as a shinobi wasn't any matter for her; it was majority of her life, continuing such here wasn't any matter of difficulty. If she could circumvent being a student, she could work with Kazuhiko and maintain some level of safety against these shamans and their ways of killing abominations. "Enjoy training..." she tried to dismiss him, to no avail.

That's when Hissori came. His curiosity gave reason for Sunuke to stay; the realization that he was who he was gave reason for Kari's panicking. The two traded statements, apparently concerned for her being here. What was wrong with her here, though? She was mature enough to be on her own -- it was precisely what the doctor prescribed, even -- did they think her not on the basis of her appearance? It was a likely possibility, an annoying one as well.

Both gave a similar question afterwards. How did she get up there and why did she decide? "Climbed...avoid traffic." It was honest enough. She couldn't move as well as she would like; in a place where traffic was this heavy, it would be impossible for her to do anything, and because she was required to be here for now, she might as well just watch the people walk by. Most ignored her or gave a passive glance, these were the two who actually questioned it. "Sure...not training?" Hissori vanished from immediate sight. The kid was fast, that much was obvious; with slower natural movement, keeping track of such wasn't currently possible. There was a body next to her's and the voice that all too quickly came from it was Hissori's. "Fine up here...thanks." No. Nonono. She couldn't go with Hissori, that was far too risky. She didn't even want him to be this close. Sunuke wasn't bad, as he was a complete stranger, but Hissori had known Karurosu for a long enough time to know him well. If he did one thing wrong, he'd recognize who he was and there were too many possibilities that entailed.

 

[Ryu Hime]

Gen Ryu walks down the streets of the Inner Maruishi in search for inspiration. Many personalities swilled with her mind, all of them wanting bodies of their own. Like Kari Gen Ryu were also a puppet and a well-made one at that. It will take a keen eye to see that she wasn’t human. As she walked Kari caught her eye. Being a skilled puppet maker this girl’s disguise would not so easily fool her. Two men were around her but she doubted that either of them knew the child’s little secret. There were a few personas within her mind that were childish and a form like this would suit them nicely. As Ryu walks towards the puppet girl to get a better look at herself, she begins to ask herself question. Like was this puppet in control of herself or was someone else puppeteering from afar? Who made this lovely piece of art? And could she meet him?

“My my, what do we have here?” She asks with a smile looking straight at Kari. “Oh excuse me, my name is Ryu. I am a puppet maker and I was out her looking for impression.” Ryu tips her hat as introduces herself. “I must say you make a fine doll. Or would make a fine doll I guess I should say.” The forgetting of the word would was purposely done. Now the question is would the puppeteer in control catch on? If he or she did perhaps she would reply back showing their understanding. With any luck she could convince the puppeteer into meeting her privately somewhere.

 

[Ko]

It felt like they were not getting anywhere with Kari at all. She seemed to just be a shell of what she could be (hahaha). Maybe there was no hope here, and he should have just left her to her sitting. It wasn’t like she was really doing anything to anyone being up there, it was just Sunuke was concerned she’d fall and break her neck or something. Way too many people had fallen out of buildings shorter than that wall and died. Many ninja died in other ways too but Sunuke was more concerned about the young being brought up the wrong way. Maybe a young child sitting on a wall reminded him so much of him looking after his younger siblings.

On the other hand, apparently this guy thought that a shinobi uniform was akin to a suit. Maybe assuming he was a ninja was Sunuke’s first mistake, or at least one that he knew was a mistake. At least until he mentioned he was head of the hospital. This guy? This fucking guy? Maybe he had more in him than just the looks and the random dog that followed him. Maybe the hospital was just short staffed? Maybe Kari could learn to become a mednin from this guy. Yeah, maybe he’ll just leave her in his hands if he’s so high up.

”Well I guess I’ll leave you to it. I have a busy schedule of training and getting ready for the next mission. Maybe I’ll pop in to the hospital sometime and get a physical done. I think I may have strained a muscle or two the last time I was lifting weights.” By weights he meant boulders because of his strength training.

As he started to leave another person arrived to comment on Kari. The character was a little strange, and the way she started to talk to her was even more concerning. Puppeteers were always the weird ones whenever he had met them. Something about playing with dolls when you’re in your twenties, thirties and even to your fifties it starts to get a little weird.

Speaking of dolls, how she said about how Kari would be a fine doll, or is a fine doll was definitely weird. This Ryu person was definitely starting to give him the chills that were repulsing him from the area. He could feel his feet just wanting to move by themselves away from the area.

”Yeah umm… I’ll leave you to it Doctor-san. I’ll go back to my training. If you need me, just look for Sunuke. I’m probably one of the only swordsmen in the village so I’m not hard to find.” He would start to walk away from the scene until he got to safe whispering distance away.

”That was creepy Musashi,” he said quietly as he vacated to the scene. He didn’t hear much from the spirit itself. In fact it was completely silent. Turns out Musashi was afraid of puppets from a long time ago. Bad experience with them.

[Attempting to leave the topic]

 

[Ii Hissori]

Hissori gave a child-like frown when his offered hand was not returned. He would rub his hand on his thigh and then just rest it there listening. For some reason this girl REALLY didn’t seem normal or right. It worried the dog lover, and he was concerned that something was really wrong with the girl. First, it seemed as one of the people that Hissori met was leaving.

“Alright, just ask for Ii Hissori! I will be sure to help you.” HIssori told Sunuke as he smiled. With Hissori seemingly done with the man in his suit he turned his attention back towards Kari. She looked nervous, and tired. She had to be sick. There was no reason to act this way. But now it was the point to get the young lady to trust him. Biting his pink bottom lip, he began to think about the best way to get Kari to open up to him.

“I can understand why you want to stay up here.” Hissori finally said lowly as he began to kick his feet. Maybe the truth would be the way to her opening up.

“I didn’t use to live here. And these people down there, tend to keep to themselves, it is lonely. So many people you know. Crowding the streets, and making it look welcoming, but it doesn’t has to be.” Hissori told her as he smiled as he stood up on the ledge.

“But you don’t have to worry, people are here. You may not know it yet, but there are friends and families willing to take you in.” He said as he looked down at Buru who was laying in the mud. Growling a bit he told Buru to get up, and it was at this point that he noticed a new girl that stood next to Buru.

“Hello down there, I’m Ii Hissori, and this is Kari. It is nice to meet you Ryu!” Hissori said as he looked around at her. For some reason, this girl seemed different. Her tone and speech made this young lady seem a bit creepy. But Hissori did not really mind, they were safe up here.

Spoiler

MTF 320+

 

[Kari]

She wanted to stop Sunuke as he left; the man seemed interested in whether or not Kari attended the Academy. It was where she had to go. If he knew how she could become enrolled, hindering his training for but one more moment wouldn't have been too bad; who knew if she'd ever even see him again? "Sunuke...wait," she tried to raise the volume of her call, failing to do so ultimately. He couldn't hear her from how far he was, and where he was going. There was no way. "Academy...how..." it was hopeless. He wasn't going to stop. He wouldn't help her into the Academy, she was on her own.

Hissori spoke, then. Still trying to cajole her into coming down for whatever reason, thinking her some afraid child; oh how the tables had turned since the days of Karu, since that past life. She offered no comment towards the Maruishian medic, her visible attention turned away from Sunuke back to the charging crowd. His former medical chief was trying to comfort him, for some reason beyond him. Did she truly seem that despondent from down there?

Family and friends willing to take her home? What was she, some person's pet? A homeless child waiting to be adopted? That second one seemed like Hissori might have honestly believed it. "...already taken in," she murmured. Whether Hissori heard it or not didn't matter too much. Not really, it didn't matter much for him, he was just trying to convince her to get down, which she would do on her own time.

Then she came. She made a comment no one could know; it was impossible! Though slightly strange, when she wasn't mobile, she looked as human as humanly possible! There was no way. No way...no way. Kari was left dumbfounded as Hissori did the introductions. She didn't slip on that comment, there was no way. Even through her general paranoia, she could see that. Kari was left to comment with but a single word. "What?"

 

[Ryu Hime]

So this little one wanted to join the academy huh? Well Gen Ryu just so happens to know just the puppet to help. Ryu pats the top hat on top of her head and the hat begins spewing smoke like a smoke bomb what set of in there. The smoke covers Ryu’s body and when the smoke dissipates it was not Ryu standing there anymore. It was woman who dressed like some sort of mage and it her one arm was what looked to be a spell-book. One might think she used a transformation jutsu but they would be wrong. She performed a summoning jutsu. She summoned a puppet and puts it on before the smoke dissipates. Ryu’s hat is quite an interesting item for within it was ruins of which one might see written on a summoning scroll. The Puppet she summoned was Taili, this was one of Ryu’s more intellectual personas. “To join the academy one must report to the headmaster in the academy building. He will give you the necessary papers that will need to be filled out. I shall be heading there myself to request to teach a class on puppetry. If you like I can show you the way.” Taili’s voice was calm, clear and collected like a teacher or secretary, being able to spout fact with ease. “Also as a side note the academy provides housing in the Spartan Quarters if you so need it.” Taili was not so sure about Ryu assumptions of Kari being a puppet and leaned more towards Hissori’s theory of her being a homeless child.

 

[Kari]

Just who was this person? She was odd in so many senses of the word, and just as worrying: put plainly, her appearance was, simply put, bizarre. Notwithstanding the already strange enough nature of the city, of the country even, her's was an appearance that stood out among the rest. Even that, though, could have given reason for more than a curious glance before being removed from any conscious thought. No, this one, this Ryu as she named herself, brought attention to herself when she slipped in that comment, that Kari wasn't human. Even if it was a speculation or some jape, it hit far too close for anything remotely close to comfort. Naturally, Kari felt wary of her and what she had to say.

That Hissori offered nothing to help her now didn't assist in the slightest. He seemed to really be into the conversation mere moments ago; that he wasn't now was strange. The whole situation seemed strange: from the rabbit summoned thing Ryu had pulled from her oddly large hat (to say at the least. There was far more to her) to Hissori's sudden antisociality. She needed someone she knew, someone who understood the situation and could help her. She needed to get out of here, to breathe. She needed Kazu here.

But he wasn't here. She was on her own. He had his life; Sunuke had just walked off; the one who she knew in a past life didn't recognize her; the one she didn't know seemed to know more about her than she did.

There was some fine line between curiosity and fear, and Ryu was it for her, now. "Okay. Let's go," she finally spoke, turning her head slightly after speaking to look to the medic. "Coming too?"

 

[Ryu Hime]

“Okay then, if you would follow.” Taili will then lead Kari and possibly Hissori if he decides to join to the academy building. From there she will lead her to the headmaster's office. She wasn’t too sure she liked the idea of an inuzuka trailing her. They have a keen sense of smell and last time she checked she did not have the scent of a human.
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[Kari]

"Am coming..." the girl gave in. It seemed that Hissori and Buru weren't going to come; she wasn't sure in the slightest whether or not she should be relieved by that: it meant that he was less likely to find out who she really was, who she was in her past life, but on the vice, it meant she was on her own with this strange woman who seemed to know more about her than what Kari might've assumed possible.

She pushed herself down from the top of the wall, leaving the leader of the new hospital behind. She'd see him again, that much was certain, but for now she needed to enroll into the Academy.

[Inactivity leave/left with Gen]