Running Errands (Open)

[Fukui Ayako]

Eggs, Flour, Sugar Ayako read the list as her aunt kissed her good bye on the forehead.

"Now you be safe out there! Aya? Are you listening to me?" Ayako's aunt futilely tried to gain her nieces attention.

Paint, Paper, Pens, Apples, Celery the list continued to run until she met with the end of the tiny piece of parchment in her hands.

With a boisterous voice she said "I'm off!" along with a small playful salute. her tiny legs danced down the stairs to the front door where she slammed the front door on her way out, saying one last goodbye before heading down the road.

The residential district of Sietch Zensunna was a buzz with activity as the many civilians went on their daily tasks. Ayako's wandered around as she skipped along the familiar road down the hill into the shopping district. A woman hanging her laundry, a child carrying water, a man heading for work. Familiar sights , yes very familiar. It was strange to think that Ayako had only been living there for a few months, everything seemed so normal to her, despite her special circumstances. Her skip turned into a run as the various sights and sounds of the shopping district pulled her mind all over.

There were people from all walks of life here. Young ones, old ones, students, shopkeepers, retired, shinobis, everyone. One ninja in particular caught Ayako's attention, he had a rather large scar on his cheek and was many years older than herself, he met up with a group of other shinobi and left.

After walking aimlessly, Ayako began her errands. The first stop being the grocery store, where she wreaked havoc, taking many free samples with her as she finished her purchases. Next the art supplies, after all her drawing are probably the only things that keep her sane sometimes.

It was high noon when Ayako finished her shopping. In the center of the plaza, there was a statue, a strange statue, abstract even. Ayako looked up to the top of its rounded edge. A smirk spreading across her face, Ayako put a foot up onto the stand where the plaque was nailed on. Next she put a hand on a small hole near the base then onto a ledge. She continued to climbed until she had straddled herself onto the top of the statue. She had a magnificent view of the community from her little seat.

The young girl whipped out her sketchbook and a pencil and began to draw the scene she saw. A hundred worker ants, that is what she saw.

 

[Michi]

"Where is Sou-Sou?" </B>​

<B>

"I need to find him!"​

"I bet he is over there."​

"No, I already looked over there."​

"No we didn't!"​

"Yes we did!"​

​

A woman was arguing with... herself. She appeared quite mad, bickering with the thin air, her voice varied with the debaters as if she was housing a legion. Her mind addled with poison still, this delirium a combination of madness and chemical imbalance. It would be obvious for most to ascertain that this woman was physically ill and that she possibly suffered from a mental affliction as well.

Her long dark hair was carefully brushed to the point where it was free of snarls and hung down past her knees, parted in the center. A fringe of bang hung over her eyes and brushed her hallowed cheeks. Her sunken eyes still a pale jade, a haunting hue that she had carried with her from her earliest memory. They never seemed to focus or divert in gaze, she always appeared to be looking ahead or even through those she made contact with as she traveled through the milling crowd. Her frame was skeletal thin, the white baby doll dress that she wore reached mid-thigh and hung loosely as if it was three sizes too large. The white was a stark contrast to her yellowed skin that had yet to fade to creamy peach. Her shoes were mismatched, similar in size and shape but one was hot pink and the other powder blue. She did not appear practiced in heels, her ankles would give way much like a newly born fawn attempting to stand for the first time.

The truth be told, she was recovering from a medical condition. She had only been released from the hospital a short-time earlier and it was readily apparent that there was much missed during her absence. Buildings had been reduced to rubble, the people seemed to be fearful... perhaps scared... in some cases she even felt angry, but her befuddled and broken condition made it impossible for her to make sense of the uncanny situation.

"Have you seen HIM,"</COLOR><i></i> she asked a passerby. Her voice seemed distraught, even panicked. She was pointing to a sheet of paper but the paper had no picture on it only several words that could not be read from an appreciable distance. She held the picture inches from the stranger's face before he slunk away, muttering "Nope."<i></i> She repeated this process with several others, all of them responded in a similar fashion, some fleeing in case her affliction was contagious.

"Nobody will tell me where Sou-Sou has gone," the strange woman announced to nobody in particular. Her brow was beaded with sweat. <COLOR color="olive">"Please someone... anyone... has anybody seen him," she pleaded with perfect strangers, her voice becoming hoarse with her repeated questions. Sou-Sou has to be someplace. He is not at home... not in the lab... the tower is always broken she he is never there. She mentally rattled off several possibilities to herself as if she was checking off an imaginary check list. She could feel a tightness in her throat, she was terrified. She had no idea where he was or what happened to him. He would not have just disappeared or left the village without saying good-bye.

There was a kid-person sitting with paper. Paper apparently holds pictures and important pieces of information. Sou-Sou liked his paper, in fact he always had piles of it on his desk and while he often complained and called these papers "work" and prattled on about this paperwork nobody would then store so many other paper bound and left on shelves. She had no idea what any of his papers shown or what stories they told and she likely never would [to clarify, Shiori is blind and this is not a secret]. Perhaps there is something special to be understood of "paper"-- something only a fellow paper-user would appreciate.

All she needed from this kid-person [sorry,gender is irrelevant to this character in reference to others] was a direction to go. Sousuke was nowhere to be found since her discharge from the hospital the day before and she could find no evidence of him in his normal places: the lab, his house, she even looked around the ruins of the Kazekage Tower. She would review the contents of his briefs-drawer to ensure a full count when she made her way full circle around the village. Cousin was GONEand she needed to find him. She approached the paper-holder kid-person and asked, "have you seen HIM?" Her voice was a mixture of defeat and exhaustion by the time she had reached the kid-person, paper-holder and scrawler [yes, a confabulation].

What she had in hand was not a picture at all, it was a participation award for a childhood science fair Sousuke likely participated in during his youth but it could have very easily been one of a hundred papers that did nor even refer to him at all. The award did not even have his name on it, it was one of those generic awards that everyone got so that every snowflake could feel special just for showing up. Shiori shook the paper in front of the paper-scrawler kid-person to add emphasis that the man allegedly pictured was her quarry.

Assuming that this stranger has not yet fled, Shiori would further clarify with a hint of hope overriding her lassitude. "His name is Sou-Sou and he is lost." His name was not Sou-Sou, that was a name she would use for him on occasion but more often in her head than in her vernacular. His actual name was Takahashi Sousuke, her adoptive cousin and ruling Kazekage as Steward since the absence of the Sunahoshi Clan. Takahashi Sousuke was person who was not only like family to her but also a person she carried greater affections for. The romantic love she harbored for him has and always will likely be one-sided. While she was the blind one he was always the one that could never see or at the very least refused to see her as more than a surrogate family member. Despite this, she needed to find him, to tell him what he really meant to herand the make him understand.

"Doyouknowwhereheis? Wherehehasgone... Whereheisgoing?"

 

[Fukui Ayako]

Ayako looked up from her perch a top the statue. She saw a mad woman, yes that's what she was mad like a hatter as Ayako would put it. Ayako watched with great interest as she listened to the woman's smashed words. She watched as she argued with 'ghosts' as Ayako thought.

Ayako put her pencil in the crook of her knee as she watched her free 'entertainment'. Her interests were especially peaked when she saw the woman approach a child giving out rewards to the other children. The little boy was obviously terrified as the woman rambled on and on, her words becoming more and more incoherent.

Ayako gathered her things into her bag and jumped down to the base of the statue, much to the dismay of a few civilians. She walked over to the woman and the child, who stood there petrified as the woman yelled at the piece of paper. Ayako didn't know the woman, but she interested the young girl, so she went and stood between the child and the hatter.

"Who are you?" Ayako questioned innocently, to the surprise of the worried masses. A woman, whom Ayako presumed was the boy's mother, grabbed the child as Ayako spoke.

Ayako's mind went a mile a minute with possible identities for the woman as well as scenarios as to why she was there. There were many, the next more outlandish than the last. Was she a veteran with severe PTSD? Was she just another psych case from the hospital? Was she looking for a lover, family member? Was the person she was looking for simply an apparition and didn't really exist? The questions piled up until her mind was spinning with all of the stories.

"Who are you?" Ayako repeated herself, "Why are here?" Ayako's excitement began to overflow as she asked the second question. The crowd's piercing stares were targeted on the pair. Mother's began to hide in shops and the owners locked the doors but continued to peer through the windows.

 

[Michi]

Erethism mercurialis, an apt observation -- the woman was harmless but at this time quite an aberrant shade of her former self. She surveyed the preoccupied populus, many seeking refuge not just from her but also from the Cabal. The village was in a state of anarchy and with the recent release of the psychotic inpatients in Omni Prime Medical Center and the manumission of prisoners from The Obsidian Palace the day before launched the community into chaos. It was quite possible that this woman was an escaped convict or psychiatric patient, she was of course neither, she was a released medical patient let loose too soon because of an overburdened medical system.

"Who are you?"

Someone asked, she was able to easily identify who but she was not answering the stranger's query. She was attempting to procure an answer from somebody as to the location of her cousin. But someone was now in the way. She cocked her ear to the side to get a better sound. She did not know that the Cabal was taking credit for Sousuke's disappearance or that the village was on lock-down just yet, she only knew that she could not find the one person that grounded her and with him she would just drift away.

"Who are you?"

Again the stranger repeated. Shiori lifted an arched brow. The barrier was there for her for whatever reason. She wanted to little person's answer. She stubbornly cocked her head to the side and tried to listen for a facial cue from the mother or child.

"Why are here?"

Perhaps the barrier would be her salvation, at least there was an attempt at dialogue.

"-- The Guide," she answered without thinking. "No, I am... Takahashi... Shiori," she corrected herself as she paused a moment before her given and adoptive surname. Her head hurt, she did not know why. She shook her head and a river of sand fell from her ear. "I seek the KaZeKaGe,"</B><i></i> she struggled with the word. It seemed to be almost painful to say. This moment of irenic detachment was fleeting as she returned to a manic state. "Show me where he is now,"<i></i> Shiori requisitioned. "Does he have a new lab? A flying machine? Does HE fly? I bet he flies and that is why I cannot find him!"<i></i> She concluded as she clapped her hands together and partly bowed before the stranger barrier (Ayako) in gratitude, now no longer concerned with the patron(s) she was harassing moments earlier. "C'mon, let's find him in the beguiling celestial-terrestrial spaces," her voice sounded gleeful as if she was about to embark on an adventure. Sunagakure was a strange village, despite being located underground there is a false sky-like ceiling above the subterranian 'floor' of the village. She was in no condition for an adventure even if it was an adventure to the ceiling of a secondary floor, but it is doubtful that she could be deterred.

Can Shiori fly? Nope, the elusive world creator-god Ryoma the architect of universal laws decreed upon the genesis of this world that man would never achieve flight, nor shall dragons roam or forearms be wielded. Could Shiori try to fly? Yes. It would result in failure and catastrophic damages to not only her person but also the unfortunate she lands on since she would likely be simply falling with style. Perhaps the stranger could fly -- smaller, younger, more nimble than her old bones. "Would you try to fly?" Shiori besought the stranger <B>"...and try to find my Sousuke."<i></i>

There was much to do if the nameless stranger agreed: creation of a flight apparatus, the development of combustion of kinetic energy, having medics nearby in case she lacks style in her landing.

 

[Fukui Ayako]

Ayako's excitement grew as the woman's apparent madness seemed to spill out of her as she cocked her head with every question. The child and his mother shook with fear as the woman continued to stare at them.

I wonder what she is thinking about? Ayako smiled as she inquired about the many thoughts running through the man woman's head. Ayako's steps sped along gleefully as she caught the woman's attention. The woman continued to stare at the child with scrutinizing eyes, Ayako couldn't wipe the smile off of her face.

The woman began to speak, much to Ayako's surprise. She seemed to talk in various voices. Like several people were trying to answer the questions. Ayako kept walking as the woman struggled with her broken speech.

Ayako stopped in her tracks when the woman tilted her head. She copied the woman out of playful curiosity. A sea of sand fell to the floor. The woman and child curled into each other as the woman nonchalantly cleared her ear of the fine grains. Ayako shot up as she saw the flow continue.

How curious, she thought to herself, That's not something you see everyday. Ayako's smile grew. Her anticipation to talk with woman growing with each passing moment. As the woman continued to speak, she seemed to lose all interests in the frightened family in front of her. She went on to say she was looking for the Kazekage and questioned whether he flew or not. The thought entertained Ayako. A flying man, yes a flying man would be quite the sight. She wondered how that would work in their subterranean home. Would he grow wings like in the stories? Would he wear a flying machine?

As she thought, the woman clapped and bowed; surprising the young girl. She had never been bowed to, after all she was just ten years old. Puzzled, Ayako walked the rest of the way to the disturbed woman. She was now only three feet from her. She continued to watch as the woman talked and thought, until she came up with her ridiculous request.

Ayako's grin returned. Flying now that sounded interesting. You bet I want to fly!" she proclaimed with the utmost confidence. The shock from the audience was audible as Ayako proudly took another step toward the girl.

(OOC: Sorry for the crappy post :S)

 

[Michi]

OC: Sorry for the delay, been working.

IC:
"You bet I want to fly!"

Perfect, perhaps someone with eyes would have more luck than she would. Flight is something that is not fully understood but often replicated by man, such as making gliders to mimic the wings of an avian creature. Perhaps flight was not flight in this case because they were underground but they certainly were not digging. in her mind there were three requirements for flight:

1.) Having something to put into the air.
2.) Placing that -something- into the air.
3.) Remaining in the air.

She now had one of three things. She now had to get her into the air. While old for a shinobi in her mid 20's, her body was worn, emaciated and she had not recovered from her many injuries. She did not have the physical strength to simply hurl the 10-year old into the air with any appreciable effect. She was a Medic and as such most of her skills are associated with her vocation. Her lips pursed and cocked to the side as she pondered something somewhat logical in her mind, but as with all else things got muddied before they would reach their conclusion. It would be simplest to launch the child skyward with a wind jutsu such as the supreme uplift effect of Tatsumaki, but her mind was on simpler measures for now. If she could not physically toss the girl into the air, what if multiple persons were involved in Ayako's take off.

The madwoman started to sing a haunting melody, she did not know where she had learned it, the words were something that she had always knew. It was a call to something, for her the untouched, unspoken and unheard.

Spoiler

Líbera me, Dómine, de morte ætérna, in die illa treménda.
Quando cœli movéndi sunt quando et terra.
Dum véneris iudicáre sǽculum per ignem.
Tremens tremens factus sum ego, et tímeo, dum discússio vénerit, atque ventúra ira.
Quando cœli movendi sunt et terra.
Dies illa, dies iræ, calamitátis et misériæ, dies magna et amára valde.
Dum véneris iudicáre sǽculum per ignem.
Réquiem ætérnam dona eis, Dómine: et lux perpétua lúceat eis.

This was was shackled wraith: UNTOUCHED. A large, scarred ogre of a man-beast. Large rustled manacles bound the spirit's wrist's and ankles and its grayed flesh seemed to fade into its white hair. Eyes paleand hallow, there was no "life" in it nor had there been in a long time. "Life" as it is so often defined is a rather narrow description, but its heart did not beat nor did it feel the need to consume drink or meat. Yet again,life is narrow because it did exist in one way or another and it did move of its own accord even if it did so at another's command. It knelt on the ground before the ambitious Sunan youth, its trunk-like limbs tensed and ready to take on her weight. The palm of a single hand was large than that of the girl's foot and even kneeling he was nearly the girl's height still. Cupped hands hovered inches from the earthen floor of Sietch Zensunna and he wordlessly beckoned the girl to take a step onto his hands.

Shiori's long thin lips had turned upward at the sight of the beast of her song's creation and her lips parted to expose a toothy smile. Was she elated or insane, the facial expression for either would be rather similar. The crowd that had been milling about despite the commotion she was making had now been reduced to a breathless hush. It was not that they had not seen the work of a shinobi before, battles between rivals was rather common as was training and displays of power by those skillful in their craft.

Now was time for instruction. This living projectile needed to know how to fly. Well the hard part was getting her there, thankfully she was brilliant so the hard part was over. "He is going to toss you into the air... once you are there move your arms like this,"<i></i> she instructed as she flapped her arms like a chicken (not outstretched). "Once you are high enough, look for the Kazekage,"<i></i> she added not loosing sight of her objective. She practiced a few seals with her hands, her knuckles seemed to pop and snap with fingers clunky, unpracticed movements. She had not practiced wind jutsus in a long time. There was a neat wind gerbil technique she recalled, she just could not remember if it called an uplift or if it deprived an opponent of oxygen. 'Spose the only way of knowing would be to give it a try as well. "Ready?"

Upon the girl's ready, once the steps into the giant's hands he would propel her upwards and Shiori would -attempt- a wind jutsu (success or failure can be your choice since either would likely have a comical effect) to further push the student upward.

 

[Fukui Ayako]

Ayako shifted from one foot to the other with anticipation. I wonder what this lady is thinking? What is she going to do? Will I really be flying? Question after question, inquiry after inquiry, raced through her young mind. The woman seemed to be deep thought as well as she stood there with her lips out. Is she coming up with a plan? Ayako was becoming more excited by the minute. She had never met anyone this interesting.

The crowds seemed to dissipate during the short moment of silence. The children and the mothers and fathers disappeared within Ayako's mind. They were no longer important to the girl. Ayako's thinking seemed to continue on forever, even though only a mere few seconds had passed.

Her thoughts were disrupted by the ominous song coming from the woman. It was the kind that you often heard at mass from a Gothic church. Ayako's interest was further piqued by the dark melody. It was beautiful and deep for a woman to sing. As the woman continued to sing Ayako was still. This was unusual for the youth who was always on the move, creating mayhem both in the real world and in her mind.

The song continued for several moments when a bout of smoke formed in front of the mad woman. The cloud grew and grew until it materialized into an ancient beast. Ayako's expression was a gape as the creature stood on a pair of thick sturdy legs. It stared at her with lifeless eyes. It reminded Ayako of the gods in mythology from long ago. It came down onto one knee and put out its hands. The mad woman gave Ayako instructions. Ayako imitated her as she told her how to 'flap'. Her voice seemed to change midway.

Ayako had itchy feet, but she remembered her aunt's wisdom to never agree to strangers. She looked at the woman with critical eyes. This is a stranger, yes a stranger that I have never met.

She couldn't just do this without knowing the woman's name, because of she didn't know the woman's name then she would be a stranger.A smile was stretched across her face with her unbound energy. The youngster stepped onto the beast's palms and held onto one of its thumbs, "Wait before we do this, may I have your name?"

 

[Michi]

She needed to find Sou-Sou. Her hands were restless, they rotated about at her sides as if they were measuring the passage of time. The unknown person seemed hesitant. The song had taken a shard of the woman's own life essence with it, noted in the loss of color from the woman's already sunken sallow cheeks. Her feet paced back and forth. "Need to fly and find Sou-Sou... Need to fly... Need to find Sou-Sou," Shiori's agitated mind chanted as her lips continued to sing the same eerie melody.

"Wait before we do this, may I have your name?"

That was a good question. It was something to so with sushi... sandwiches... Definitely an S-word. sheets... shit... Sousuke... Was her name Sousuke? Then who was she trying to find? No, that name is too weird, why would anyone have -suke as their suffix? Oh yes, that was cousin's name... "Takahashi Sheet!"<i></i> Shiori announced triumphantly. It was a lovely name, just not hers. "Kazekage Sou-Sou is my cousin and I cannot find him," she listened like most others would gaze. She could not find his metal-clad form among the revelers nor was he waiting for her upon discharge. A part of her was hurt that he was not there for her when she was allowed to depart from the hospital the day previous, she could not even remember the last time he had visited her if he had at all. What if something had happened to him? It was a sense of dread and paranoia she continually harbored, a creature of habit more than whimsy despite her outward appearance of a mad-woman, this state was far from her norm. There was a logical part, a part that knew despite her befuddled and stricken state that something was terribly wrong even if she knew not the words to convey her fears.

"If you die, I'll try to put you together... mostly,"<i></i> Shiori added as if that would somehow sweeten the deal. It was meant to be a logical attempt to alleviate the girl's trepidation not reinforce the fact that being tossed in the air was not merely a dangerous but likely near-suicidal feat. Puppet prosthesis is an under-represented art. Once she found Sousuke she would consider asking for a limb, while the arts of prolonging a life unnaturally might be taboo to some they become socially acceptable when it is to maintain function. Fickle... Perhaps once she becomes well and she finds her future lover she would learn how to preserve him.

 

[Fukui Ayako]

the woman seemed to become more sickly and more insane with each passing moment. Ayako tilted her head playfully as the woman struggled with her name. Her brows furrowed in concentration as Ayako played with the giant's thumb.

"Takahashi Sheet!" The woman seemed to explode with the answer. It scared the young girl for a second, but did not deter her from the maniac. Sheet? Like a bed? What a strange name. I like strange! Strange is interesting! Ayako stamped her feet with impatience. Takahashi san continued on to say she was looking for the Kazekage.

"Well Takahashi san!" Ayako let go of the thumb and stepped confidently into the palm with hands on hips, "That's a mighty important person you're looking for. Let's go!

The wait was finally over in the adolescent's mind. She was ready for anything. She couldn't remember the last time she was this excited. Energy flowed through her body like a rush, the impatient tapping continued. The woman continued to speak about putting back together. Ayako was getting annoyed now. She didn't care if she died. Even if that meant being launched into the roof of her subterranean home. "Come on Takahashi san! I'm ready to go!" Ayako's childlike temper made its appearance.

[OOC: I am so sorry for the crappy and late post!]

 

[Michi]

OC: No problem, feel free to use Skype [we have a Sand Chat and I'd be more than happy to add you] or PM me; I am pretty laid back about time as long as I know you are not doing it on purpose.

IC:
The mutterings of strangers reverberated off the subterranean cavern walls, distorted by distance and time her vision was clouded. With a dull crack she cocked her head to the side and listened again to see if Sou-Sou was nearby. She could hear much, no noise resonated off Souske. She needed to see further, throughout this massive space. The plan was to send the comer airborne, she had a hairsbreadth of hope that eyes would spot him but she never knew the gift of sight. It was not her findings, but the sounds she would make that would guide her to what has been hidden.

Her thoughts still muddy, it felt like her brain was floating in a sea of gelatin made of acid. She had to keep it together long enough to find her cousin, then they would have cupcakes that tasted like lemons. Part of her desperation was likely a love-struck obsession she has had with him for as long as she could remember, but another part of it was something ominous that had settled in the pit of her gut. She did not understand that sensation, that intuition that something was amiss. Their world had plummeted into chaos, something she was oblivious to despite her gift of sound the bile that still lingered in her veins ate away at her mind and she had been sheltered from the maelstrom that was the Cabal.

"Well Takahashi san! ...That's a mighty important person you're looking for. Let's go!"

Consent. While ill-informed as are most things done in haste or desperation, dispensation to manually launch one airborne for a righteous cause would not be an act of villainy. She would put the pieces of the girl back together again for the most part as she had found her assuming that all her parts could be found, but that is the worst case scenario. She would likely land on something soft like another citizen considering the crowd that had amassed since their initial interaction.

"Thank Mother Suna!"<i></i> Shiori exclaimed, not that she was a believer in any faith in particular, it was more of a saying. The specter remained with its knee bent awaiting Ayako's foot to launch her skyward towards the false celestial spaces that adorned Sietch Zensunna's ceiling. Shiori's hands were also prepared to run through a series of hand seals to unleash a basic wind ninjutsu in hopes that it would further propel the girl onward.

"Try to make noise!"<i></i> Shiori would shout if the girl was tossed successfully. It was her hope that the reverberations from the girl at a higher altitude if the term was appropriate considering that they were not even ground-level would lend her a new view of this area.

 

[Fukui Ayako]

"Come on Takahashi san!" Ayako jumped impatiently in the beasts hand. "When are we going? I want to see what our village looks like from above." The young girl puffed out her cheeks as the woman did hand signals. What is she doing? Ayako turned her head and examined the crowd around her.

Guess I putting on a show out here Ayako turned away from Takahashi san and faced the crowd. "Ladies and gentleman!" she proclaimed loud and confident trying to impersonate a ringmaster. "Welcome to our show! The amazing flying shinobi!" She points to the sky as she proclaims the improvised title "My assistant here will be launching me into the sky, but will I live? You'll just have to wait and see." Ayako ended with a wink and turned back to Takahashi san.

"Ready when you are!"

 

[Michi]

OC: Just so you know, Kuro (a fellow Sandy) just started a class with another new member [LINK HERE]. PM him and see about entering his class! [PM Link] Players have multiple RP slots so you should be able to enter without a problem. If you have questions about RP slots, look [LINK HERE]. If Kuro seems scary to you (he is a big teddy bear really), I can talk/con Sousuke into starting something up because he mentioned interest in running a class.

IC:
The beast grunted with exertion as he heaved the small girl into the air as Shiori completed an array of hand-seals that completed her Wind Ninjutsu. A gust of wind, an additional propellant force meant to push the girl skywar- erm... ceilingward. The cavern that Sietch Zensunna was nested inside was quite vast, in a space that could hold a section of a vast portion of the great hidden city was nearly as tall as it was wide, perhaps even more-so. There was no landing plan, no parachute, nor glider strapped to the young girl's back, or was there?

Surely the people would stand both in awe and fear as the young woman was tossed into the air. Was it a daredevil's stunt? An act to improve the city's morale since the infestation of the Cabal. Perhaps it was an unfortunate child somehow roped into a madwoman's impulse. It was the later, Shiori also did not have a plan, but she did have a sound relay point with the young girl in the air. The sound of spectators gasping, the noise of life and perhaps the scream or considering this young girl's questionable sanity squeal of delight, Shiori would have a full view of the area. There would be no Sousuke among these masses, something she did not yet know.

There were some awnings to the far right. Perhaps the stunt-woman would find them and prevent injury. Due to the lack of fresh foodstuffs, the people here are not as rotund as those one might find in the Desert Crown, so landing on them might be pointy considering elbows, knees, hard heads and not nearly enough adipose.

"Do you see anything!"

 

[Fukui Ayako]

OOC: Thank you I'll check them out

IC: Ayako felt her self being launched into the air and further pushed by a great gust of wind. Her heart raced as she escalated closer and closer to the stone ceiling. She couldn't stop smiling as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

"WOO HOO!" the yell exploded from the young girl's body as she looked down to her audience. Their faces were like little specks of color to Ayako as she continued to fly. She performed a few somersaults in the air trying add some dazzle to her performance. I'm sure they'll love this she thought as she pulled out the third trick and straightened out to see her surroundings.

She waved down to Takahashi san, the mad woman remained motionless while looking to the right. Ayako followed her line of sight and sees a small farmer's market where many stands had fabric awnings. Ayako corkscrewed twice to 'impress' the crowd. This was no longer a missing person case for the preteen, it was a daredevil's act fit for any freak show or circus.

"Ahh you want me to go there" she said mostly to herself. She began to adjust herself to change course and began heading for the multi colored coverings. She looked back down to Takahashi san and saw that she was shouting something. Ayako put hands by both of her ears, yet she could still couldn't catch a single one of the mad woman's words.

"WHAT!" she screamed over the wind rushing by her ears. She shrugs and continued to shoot through the air awaiting her potentially lethal landing. She no longer cared about the result, she was just happy to fly.

OOC: Sorry for short, crappy post

 

[Michi]

OCC: Please disregard my OCC's if you are not interested, I just like getting new players started up. I have not rolled any training for you since you joined Sand. We have been getting some bonus's and these bonus' are getting pretty big. Your post this week (above) would entitle you to some stat points and some yen for the purchase of jutsus so you can beat me silly in a future RP. Our Training Area can be found [LINK HERE]<i></i>. Take a look at other players training if you need some help with formatting. Also, I am always more than happy to help. In addition, you have been consistently RP'ing in this thread with me, every month as long as you have posted an RP thread you can get up to 1 late training per month. For information on the training rules,you can look here: [LINK HERE].

IC:
"WOO HOO!"

The girl's voice reverberated off the stone floors and walls. The stalactites speckled with a carmot Shiori would never visualize pointed with jagged faces downward. The walls and the floor, smooth, curved sloped carved and worn by many hands and years of use. The base, built upon with stone and brick, these tiny homes and establishments seen from a different angle. The sound bounced off these solid barriers and came back to the Hashigaki. The denizens milling about, some in awe of the spectacle of the flying youth, others droning on with their lives. There was not one among them that resembled her absent cousin.

The youth was insane. She twisted and turned and rolled about in mid flight. Shiori grimaced at the thought of the potentially resultant carnage without benefit. She would have felt less guilt if the girl's injuries were for the benefit of her cousin. Shiori motioned with haste that the specter at least make an effort to collect her falling projectile. Of course the distance and the trajectory of the girl's flight would make such a feat impossible. The specter dashed through the crowd, pushing most of the to the side. Shiori's hands started to run through a series of handseals, perhaps she could slow the girl's descent with another wind jutsu. The girl was too far away and moving too fast, her blast of wind shot through the air with all of the force the woman's hands could muster but from the girl's point of view it was more likely all she felt was a cool breeze. The girl contorted herself somehow and altered her descent to a market space decorated with a series of taut awnings.

Shiori covered her ears, she did not want to see this. The Untouched would not make it, her winds fell short and the girl was barreling towards the floor at an alarming rate.

RRRRIIIIIPPPP​

*Boing!*

<Ka-Thunk!>​

The girl made it... somehow. There were gasps and murmurs among the townspeople. Shiori slowly uncovered her ears to view the carnage. She was astonished to hear signs of success... of at least life. She made her way through the crowd. Her heels clicked on the uneven stone floor, each step revealing another seemingly relieved although there was a disappointed face or two among them (those sickos). "You alright?"

WC: 385

MFT​

 

[Fukui Ayako]

OOC: no worries! Actually they're a lot of help . Thank you very much.

IC: Ayako stuck her arms out like wings as the wind whipped her in the face. Her head was a blank as she drew nearer and nearer to her multi colored landing pad. She had no fear or regrets, just pure adrenaline.

The landing was nonexistent to the little girl as tumbled into the heap of cloth. Ayako heard screams over the braking beams and torn awnings. Her ears rung as she settled in a wooden crate filled with melons. Bits of fruit and juice clung to her skin and clothes.

She knew she didn't accomplish her mission, but Ayako didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that she was probably the only person to ever fly in her subterranean home. He flew her head back after she had landed, laughing maniaclally as her nerves settled.

"You alright?" Ayako heard over the hushed murmurs of the collecting crowd. She lifted her head and saw that it was Takahashi san.

"Ah hello there!' She welcomed with a stupid grin spread across her childish face. Ayako had several small cuts and bruises strewed along her limbs, even a few small splinters poked through her rather brightly colored clothing. "How'd I do?"

 

[Michi]

OC: Took me three days to word this the way I wanted. Sorry about the delay.

IC:
The living projectile crashed landed, her body ripped through the series of awnings that protected the street vendors from the crystalline sun. Shiori covered her ears so she could delay her vision of the visceral scene. Beyond the wall of spectators whose murmurs and gasps only lent her a clearer scene when she lifted her cupped hands from the sides of her head. With haste her heels clicked on the stone floor as she made her way towards the girl's landing site.

The kid was OK.​

"Well, Err... this was unexpected. Good, but not expected." The girl was just tossed in the air and launched across an entire district. She crash landed and it appears that she had nothing more than a few eccymotic areas and perhaps several abrasions. She was OK. This made no sense, Shiori's thin lips tilted to the side. Was she disappointed? No, not really. She had no want for injury, especially considering the droves of witnesses. Apparently assaulting a civilian was something people frowned at. Besides, the hospital was massively understaffed and overworked. She had to put on some sort of face. She had hoped that something would have been seenduring the Ayako's flight, she planned on having Sousuke deal with the fall out. "You did wonderful!"</B><i></i> Shiori declared with a false bravado. Her sickly arms raised up as if she was the ringmaster of an impromptu show. "As I expected, you did fine," she lied. "Can you bow for the audience?"<i></i> A quick check for a spinal injury? Displaced vertebrae... neuropathy... Anything? There really is nothing else left to check besides internal bleeding. If she was dying, she seemed pretty happy about it.

She was probably alright. Heck, the girl seemed to have actually enjoyed whatever it was they just did. A psych ailment? That one was an actual possibility, over half of the shinobi workforce had some sort of mental ailment, sadly only 1% of them actually admitted to having a problem. A durable, crazy young person like her would fit right in. "Have you ever thought about being a shinobi? In fact, ARE you a shinobi?"<i></i> Shiori queried only half-listening, all of this said and done assuming that Ayako truly had nothing more than a few minor bumps and bruises. "Hmm... my uncle is supposedly teaching a class right now. You look ninja enough for me,"<i></i> she mused out loud. Sure there was probably paperwork, vaccination histories, parental consents, among a lot of other things bureaucrats often consider. Thankfully she was only a Takahashi in name only. When she found Sousuke, she would have him fill out whatever papers the girl was missing. Perhaps the girl was supposed to be in class already. An extra class never hurt anybody, perhaps she would graduate sooner because that is how school works. She truly had no idea how academies worked, she failed out... several times. Having the Takahashi name conferred a variety of benefits, one for her was not having to be held to the same standards as her peers.

The ripped up remains of an awning still carpeted the ally, spotted with melon chunks and splinters. With a new purpose in mind, Shiori grabbed a corner and gave the colorful square of canvas a tug. Hopefully the student was still on the awning as she started to drag it behind her. The academy was not far, in fact it was only down a short tunnel into a cavern adjacent. Rumor had it that the academy was still pretty well defended against the unruly masses. Perhaps there was a bit of concern involved in Shiori's irrational and hasty decision to try and kidnap... er... relocate the girl. "You have been recently enrolled in the Sunan Shinobi Academy. Congratulations."<i></i>

<B>Left Topic​

OC: With your out of character consent, Shiori is going to attempt to drag you to a new thread and topic.

With the relocation of users to new topics, there are a few basic rules for travel and movement as well as the discharge from a thread rules I should make you aware of. YOU as a player have the ability to stop ME from leaving a thread, you just need to state that you are stopping me from leaving the thread that you are in with me. Often this results in a battle. I do not battle new players and even if I do, I have a no-kill policy (at least I have since 2007) so do not fear stopping me from leaving the thread, I have no intention of harming you because I am not an @$$ (usually). I am also RP'ing that I am taking you with me by dragging the awning. I cannot take you to another topic without your out of character consent unless you are unconscious as the result of a modded battle (again, something I am not gonna do to you because that is mean). You can elect to not come with me into the next topic.

It is common practice to link the other player the next topic so that you and anyone following this thread can follow the series of events. This is the link: LINK

Finally, when leaving threads (if you consent), we most commonly leave a tag "Left Topic." It being bolded and centered is just a personal preference of mine (look above).

 

[Fukui Ayako]

OOC: Don't worry about it ^^

IC: Ayako fumbled in the cluster of cloth as she avoided the many injuries that were scattered about her body. The crowd whispered and pointed at the crash site as Takahashi san frantically ran to the market place. She looked as crazy as before, if not more, but Ayako didn't mind. The adrenaline still flowing through her as she attempted to stand up in the damaged fruit, failing many times due to the unstable conditions.

After a number of tries, Ayako simply gave up and laid down on her impromptu landing pad and burst out laughing maniacally. Ayako saw Takahashi in the corner of her eye, reach the stand. She congratulated Ayako, which caused the young girl to smile even more.

"Of course I did!" The young girl closed her eyes with great pride in herself.

"Can you bow for the audience?" Ayako scoffed at the command, of course she could give a bow! Especially after her magnificent performance. She stood up uncertainly on the moving fabric and gave an awkward bow to the horrified crowd. Ayako shifted their on the mashed melons and torn fabric until Takahashi san fought her way all the way through the crowd. She asked the juvenile whether she was a shinobi. Ayako thought about this. Does a shinobi in training count? Or does she mean graduated? Furthermore, why does she need to know? She shrugged and simply nodded yes to all of her questions.

Ayako shrieked a little when the awning began to move from under her. She held on to dear life as Takahashi san pulled her closer to the ground. She scrambled to her feet as she slid down the stand to where the mad woman stood stating she was in the academy.

Ayako completely forgot about the woman's questionable sanity, she was too over joyed to care. She was happy, no ecstatic.

She leaped down the rest of the way almost jumping onto Takahashi and shouted with way too much enthusiasm "Where do I sign up!

[Topic Left]

OOC: Fine by me And thank you for all the help.