Episode 1: 'Yellin' at a Bar'| Soon's Have said:[col]Roku would continue calmly making his way through the crowd just outside of the registration area. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes would begin to scan the area for a couple of different things; foreign shinobi and suspicious movements. His first step in his little battle strategy was to get a rough draft of information, and the registration seemed to help open his eyes a bit to the situation. The collecting of information, the separating tactics and the use of slave labor, all of it was a pretty painful picture. Yet, even knowing that did not fully allow him to grasp the whole picture. It was easy to surmise the women were purchased items placed to work on distracting and collecting information, but that could not have been the extent of the game being played here today. There were a couple of likely scenarios, but one of the easiest for him to deduce was this; Suna is going to framed. He wasn't sure if it was going to be the death of one foreign high ranking official or the inciting incident, but he was fairly confident that this was a move that was sitting on the table. It was the easiest option; the competitive stakes of the exams itself, coupled with Suna's lack of international communication and paired with the Daimyo's plan to erase the village off the map, it could all be easily accomplished with one misstep in this event. The real question was how it was all going to go to shit. It was either going to be an Sunan pressured into making a bad decision or it was going to be someone dressed or identifying as a Sunan that would cross the line.
So how would one combat that? Wasn't going to be easy. Roku's first idea was simply to continue to lay the ground work. Roku would make his way into the closest tavern, just outside of the registration area, and would approach the bar and exclaim loudly,
"WHO ALL IS HERE FOR THE EXAMS!!! COME TAKE A SHOT! HELL, I'll BUY... IT'S THE LEAST I CAN DO BEFORE MY VILLAGE SMOKES YOUR ASSES!"
With a devilish grin, he would wait to see if any competitors would either like to take a shot or confront him for his ribbing. Either way, just wanted to start a conversation
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Ninpocho Chronicles
Ninpocho Chronicles is a fantasy-ish setting storyline, set in an alternate universe World of Ninjas, where the Naruto and Boruto series take place. This means that none of the canon characters exists, or existed here.
Each ninja starts from the bottom and start their training as an Academy Student. From there they develop abilities akin to that of demigods as they grow in age and experience.
Along the way they gain new friends (or enemies), take on jobs and complete contracts and missions for their respective villages where their training and skill will be tested to their limits.
The sky is the limit as the blank page you see before you can be filled with countless of adventures with your character in the game.
This is Ninpocho Chronicles.
Current Ninpocho Chronicles Time:
Stirring the Pot [Open Thread]
- Thread starter Raizo
- Start date
Oogami Taro
Everybody is a nobody wanting to be a somebody.
In the back of the bar, that nobody was going to meet a somebody. That 'somebody's' name was Oogami Taro, the greatest and manliest man in Kaze no Kuni. The status of which was a monumental burden to bear but Oogami did so with grace and esteem. There was no need for monikers -- like his Soverign he was given a new name and expected to forget his true one. But 'Nine' was not a name, it was merely a way of dimming his sparkle. In his mind and heart as well as everyone else's he would always be 'Number One.' This 'Nobody' would meet a manly man who exude a masculine aura that would make the ladies swoon, at least in his own mind. The man was a massive narcissist, loss, rejection and even death were considered foreign and impossible concept when those states were associated with the Great Taro. He was wearing sunglasses indoors, they were on the top of his head but he slid him over his face as he took this moment for himself. Those large gaudy things took up most of his face as he looked at the man with prematurely white hair. His finger pointed at the grampa with a grand declaration, him being the only man in the room as he declared "I, Oogami Taro accept your challenge to a drinking contest!"
Was there a drinking contest even challenged? No, but there was now.
Oogami was utterly sober although it was hard to tell with a man like him. Gregarious and handsome, he was hard to manage even in the most sober of states. There was a bevy of beauties near him, some could be recognized from the registration table but they appeared to be off-hours at the moment, more sensibly dressed and none of them sober. He let out dramatic laugh, "let's leave our villages out of this... for the sake of your manliness do you think you can out drink me!" His hands on his hips he let out a preemptive victory laugh.
Episode 2: 'Nine to Meet You'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]It would seem that he was going to receive no takers, which would have drastically reduced his ability to influence the setting. Then, someone appeared. The challenger was a big guy, oddly dressed, goofy sunglasses and surrounded by females that were part of the local human auction. The man announced himself in the third person and the way he talked made it clear he was a very big deal, in his own mind. The name, also had a familiar ring to it.
Oh...one of them. Already. Hmmm... let's see.
"Oogami Taro!?"
He would exclaim before slamming his hand down on the table.
"Now that is a damn nice name! Barkeep, line up the shots! You got two men preparing for a showdown!"
Clearly he was not a known commodity, he is a henge and mask away from the figure that Mr. Six had seen prior to this interaction, so there was no way Number 9 would know who he was. But he needed to make sure the big man did not think anything of him, and did not suspect anything.
"The name is Yoshida, thanks for stepping up. I thought there were other men in here but apparently I was mistaken!"
He would let out a laugh following his comment, which was loud enough for the rest of the bar to hear. If locals were present, they probably knew who this Taro individual was as well and would not approach Roku out of fear of getting in that man's way. So now it was just the buttering process, basting his meal to see how tender it was. The long game had to be played, and this individual seemed like a normal enough player to begin with. Mr. 6 was too mechanical to really play, so hopefully this person would not pull anything absurd out of their ass last moment.
The two men wearing sunglasses indoors would wait for their first wave of shots.
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Oogami Taro
Oogami Taro. Of course it was a dam nice name, he could not have picked a better one himself! "Hell yeah it is!" He would try to smack his competitor in the back with his hand. While unintentional, the blow would have been enough to send a lesser man sailing across the room if it made his mark. However, the reckless drinking mate was more durable than most. He straddled the seat next to the challenger and waited for the shots to line up. "Ladies' first!" Taro declared feeling preemptively triumphant. After all he was the Great Oogami Taro, a man so manly he could slam a revolving door. A man who can pierce the heavens with his his phallus. Whose gaze could burn so deeply that he had to wear sunglasses even indoors. Taro had no idea that Roku was the infamous Kasha or the new ANBU Sennin Tenken or a plethora of other identities the man had donned but if he had this interaction would not have went any differently. Taro was a man not of ambition but rather glory and doing drink for drink against a man of caliber was a challenge he would not be able to deny himself.
If Roku or rather Yoshida did not take the initiative, Taro would as he brought his first shot of fire-water to his mouth and emptied it in a single gulp. He shook his head, the loser had good taste in spirits. He could feel the hot-bitter fluid run down his throat and settle in the pit of his gut. "Where are you from Yoshida, I have a feeling I am gong to have to carry you back to your people unless you are the kind that likes to have wherever he wakes up a surprise on Friday nights." Taro gestured the barkeep to keep filling shots until they each had a line of ten.
Alcoholism was not one of Taro's vices but pride was. While Roku might have been an alcoholic, or rather 'an advanced drinker' in an earlier life, Taro was an awesometastic man and that more than made up for any discrepancies in experience. He would wait for Roku to take a drink and then try to match him drink for drink.
Episode 3: '4 Shot Start'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]From the corner of his eye he caught the man raring back, it appeared he wanted to slap him on the back. There was no way the guy was trying to attack at this point, right? He would brace himself as the pat connected causing his body to rock forward a bit and would send his sunglasses flying off of his face, which he would seamlessly catch with his right hand and return to his face.
Son of a bitch has some strength to him. Fuu said he was a narcissus, but one who freely smacks people around with his strength...
The man would then announce 'ladies first' and Yoshida would only smirk as he would kick back the first shot.
Good lord... what if this bar is a set up.
Well, that was too late to be thinking about and the man next to him also kicked back a drink immediately following. So either this man was so arrogant that he did not believe poison could phase him or there was no reason to be concerned about the drinks. He would foolishly hope for the latter.
"I made the trek from Kiri, but I am here for the remainder of all the festivities, so if you so how manage to win feel free to drop me somewhere comfy."
He would snatch up one of next glasses in the recently poured line of ten and would kick back the shot.
"Now, when you lose..."
He would pick up the next two shots in the same hand, nestling one between his index and middle fingers and the other between his ring and pinky. He would down the shot between the index and middle before taking down the remaining one and would place the two back down on the table and look at the remaining seven.
"...do you have a preference where I take you? You from here or a fellow foreigner?"
At this point he would turn his attention to Taro. With four shots in, he wanted to see what the man was going to do next and see just what sort of drinker he was going up against before kicking things up.
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Oogami Taro
Competitive did not even begin to cover it. Taro's eyes were fixed on Yoshida's hands and with the concentration of a monk he mirrored Roku's consumption of drinks. "A Kirigan!" he exclaimed with a jovial, boisterous laugh. "I am sorry to hear about your village... Erm country, with hell freezing over 'n all. But, if nothing else getting through tragedy only makes you more awsomer," he reasoned loudly with English that was 'good.' "Power and greatness always rise from travesties and disasters, that is why heroes always have a heart-hurting back story," he reasoned. His words might have been poignant if it was said with sober English.
His drinking rival prematurely claimed his victory, asking about the impossible when rather than the exceedingly unlikely if. "Not going to happen friend,"</B><i></i> he declared <B>"but don't worry Yoshida, I Oogami Taro will find you a pretty girl to take you home. An eight minimum, less if they come in pairs in which case sevens pre beer-goggles." he smiled broadly as he took another drink hastily as to keep ahead of Yoshida's consumed pair. It would take a number to get the man black out drunk but barely a spritz to get him jolly. "Or you can chill on my couch at the Abutabootah estate," he offered "least I can do for showing you up in such a public spectacle... It is what any real man would do." He explained as he tipped up another shot and consumed the amber liquid from within. The burn was hardly noticeable by this drink and he was starting to feel Extra happy.'
"If you didn't come to participate, didya come to spectate," he asked as his eighth emptied shot glass tapped the counter. He held his head up with his hand and it mushed his face the way he held it as he assessed something peculiar in his quickly intoxicated state. "You reminders me of a kid I used to know, just less kid-like and more less short." While far from black out drunk or pick a fight and lose to a chair drunk, eight was the point where he was flushed and happy. His eyes could still focus, he still had eleventy-ten fingers.
Taro was not a lush like Roku, but he was still a manly man and one as great as Taro never backs down. Determined, he quickly consumed his last pair.
Episode 4: 'I Blame it on the A-A-A-Alchol'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]The man was either tremendously confident or tremendously foolish. He consumed his alcohol, doubling the work of Yoshida as he seemed determined to at least double the shots he would consume. Yoshida would watch and listen, taking an occasional shot as the man talked.
"I like where you set your minimums."
A truthful statement, he was still a male after all, even if he was pretending to be someone else. Then there was the mention of an 'Abutabootah', which had to be sloppy drunk speak, as a place of residency. It was now almost tempting to lose. Another causal shot would be taken as he was asked about his own reasons for being here.
"Spectate, sort of. I am here doing some reporting on the festivities. Since the end of my village, I have becoming a freelance journalist. Doing my investigating and what not... passes the time. So when an exam and a grand wedding pop up, I couldn't resist seeing all the excitement."
His pace would pick up as he surpassed the eight total of Taro and would finish off the remaining two of his line of ten. He would then wave towards the barkeep with a smirk on his face to bring out another line of shots for them. Part of his act was attempting to maintain as composed and calm face as he could given the circumstances. It was part of the game he attempted to play in this situations, usually it frustrated people or caused them to kick up their own drinking to a notch that they could not handle.
"Oogami Taro.."
Knowing his opponent was egotistical he chose not to simply use 'Taro' until the man had asked to be referred to as that, but Yoshida assumed he probably liked hearing his full name.
"You said hero's have tragic backstories, do you as well?"
He enjoyed the opening he was granted, because this was a harmless question in retrospect but could potentially carry some useful information if the prideful Taro decided to not only affirm but also provide pieces of his story.
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Oogami Taro
The shots could be felt by a one Oogami Taro; his face felt warm and he knew that they were taking effect. He looked over at his drinking partner. Yoshida seemed unaffected and unfazed by his consumption. There was this strange, alien sensation that seemed to well up inside of the Soverign member. He could not place the sensation because he had never felt it before but he did not seem to care for it. Second place is first loser and the great Oogami Taro was no loser. Taro pushed these feelings of inadequacy down into himself. Yoshida called for more drinks and Oogami called out in agreement, "yeah another line-up!"
Oogami stared down his first new drink, and quickly downed the contents before he recklessly moved onto the next. They were starting to get to his head and he tried to shake loose the cobwebs but he felt like his noggin was full of water. He was not going to let some reporter get the best of him! He took a few deep breaths and gave himself a silent pep talk.
"You said hero's have tragic backstories, do you as well?"
A good distraction and it was his favorite subject: himself. "I was borned for greatnesses," Taro declared with a slur. He drank another shot for good measure, he could not let the fog slow him down. The bitter fluid tasted mild. "But me mums died when I was a kid. Lives well in Sora, I was the king of the street-rats" An actual truth although 'king' might have been a bit strong. He was more like a well-liked squire if anything. He took another shot. "Then I got taken with all of my friends to a dark place where we learned to be the best and I was the better best," he smiled as he took another drink but missed his mouth with a majority of the contents and it ran down his shirt. "And they are dead now so I have to be awesomerest for them. I love the Daimyo because he makeds me strong." He was at sixteen but his hand was searching for the seventeenth glass. He walked his fingers across the bar and nearly toppled over the shot doing do and forced this rocked vessel of booze to his mouth. His hand shook as he did this.
I cannot give up.
I will not give up.
Nobody can defeat me.
I can still hear them cheering.
I will not give up.
Nobody can defeat me.
I can still hear them cheering.
Reinvigorated and determined, he consumed another shot but he could feel his stomach revolt. The taste of gall in the back of his throat, Oogami swallowed hard and forced it down. If would not count if it did not stay down. His eyes were looking a bit off, he was having a hard time focusing. "Question the but is, how is a dead village smoking an ass?" It was mostly jibberish, but he just put something together, how can this reporter man be from Kirigakure, a destroyed village. There was no village from which he could boast about... about their future success in the coming games. He squinted one of his eyes and leaned in towards Roku, invading his personal space. He poked Yoshima with his finger, "we are malleable."
Episode 5: 'I Am Not'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]He would listen to Taro's story, while slowly and calmly taking his eleventh. It would seem like the man was going to start off rocky with his opening response, but then quickly turned to a very realistic response. After his twelve shot, outwardly he would still be showing his almost stone face demeanor but internally he could feel the contents begin to start welling up inside him. Yet, he was enamored by the jibberish of the man and his thirteenth shot. It seemed the young Taro was a street kid, which matched the stories he had heard between Fuu and Saburou. The fourteenth shot really didn't have much taste left to it. After his abduction, and Yoshida's fifteenth shot, it would appear that the program followed the pattern as mentioned by Fuu; abduction, experimentation, eventual eliminations. Between his sixteenth and seventeenth shot he heard a comment that he did not intend to hear but deep down wondered since learning of the Sovereign; there might be some human emotion left within this broken person. On the eighteenth shot he would hear the man claim his love for the Daimyo, which would help him draw a line that their allegiance was likely stronger than any emotion from their past life. On his nineteenth shot he would momentarily battle vomit rushing back up from his stomach and into his mouth. His cheeks would puff out a bit but he would quickly return the contents back in the appropriate direction in his body. This was not his first rodeo and this was definitely not the first time he had to consume his own vomit. Before drinking the twentieth shot he would be asked a question. Even in its broken language he understood what the man was trying to ask.
"Hah... my comment earlier?"
Shit, what a great question ya big asshole...seems he still has some sharpness to him even at this point in the game...
"Just wanted to get shinobi to interact with and that seemed the easiest."
Taking his twentieth shot his eyes would snap over to Taro he was attempting to poke him. With the shot glass still in hand, he would utilize the tiny container to catch the encroaching finger, as not to be poked.
"Unfortunately...I am not."
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Oogami Taro
Taro's finger hit the bottom of the glass and it shattered in Yoshida's hand. It startled Oogami, a mildly dumbfounded look he stared at his rival as he took his twentieth shot. Mouth agape, his eyes traveled to the counter and while counting at this moment was beyond him, he could easily discern even in his inebriated state that all of Yoshida's glasses were dry. That was what was important, not who this stranger was, or what his finger broke or even the fact that he doubted as pickled as he was that the guy was even a reporter. It would have been an awesometastic article had it been written, but there would be no column on him this day.
"B-but how?"<i></i>
It seemed improbable... No impossible! He was not going to be defeated, not like this. His hand, more like a meaty club searched desperately for his eighteenth. Oogami's eyes seemed to disagree with the shots as to where they might be found. Those rascally drinks. Eventually with enough sloppy searching he would find his coveted prize, triumphant he consumed the toxic amber contents. "Ha, nothing this is..." he swayed in his seat as he tried to carefully place the glass down but missed the counter edge and the shot glass fell to the floor.
He looked down at his fallen glass and announced in a throaty voice "provesh nothing." Stubborn, this he decreed as he also toppled off his chair onto the floor. *hic* "Still nothing process..." he ruled from the floor, ass in the air and face on the floorboards.
Roku won this exchange.
Episode 6: 'Bucket Please'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]The shot glass would shatter and the man would begin his descent, in both literal and figurative ways. Behind his sunglasses, Yoshida would watch as the big man toppled and hit the floor, stammering like drunks tend to do. The stone faced fake reporter would turn to the barkeeper once more.
"Please bring me a bucket."
His eyes would then glance down to the fallen Taro as his body slowly turned around in his stool.
"Goodnight, sweet prince."
Weird, sometimes Roku gets weird when he drinks.
"Think you can direct me to your place?"
Too many words that time.
If Taro was unable to reply or his reply is sloppy and incoherent, Yoshida would begin to scan the room and sternly ask.
"Can someone help me get him home?"
Definitely too many words that time. He would quickly snatch up the bucket from the returned barkeep.
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Oogami Taro
In this inglorious position a drunk Taro remained. The room was spinning, why was the room spinning! Nausea hit him like a wave and the bitter contents of his stomach spilled onto the floor. 'Urg' Taro moaned in complaint as he pulled himself back to his feet. The barkeep sighed as he motioned one of the barmaids to get the vomit mop. His stomach felt better empty, it did not remove the fog in his head but it was a start. Roku, or rather Yoshida asked if he could direct him to his home. Taro shook his head 'no', his forearm bracing himself on the counter. Hero stuff... make kids stay in droogs, eat school, and not do vegedables..." he slurred. Roku called for further assistance, to which nobody seemed to be offering their services. Who would really want to drag the drunkard and the confused foreigner anywhere. "Nonono... Shhh..." Taro pointed a finger in Yoshida's direction roughly and by roughly he pointed someplace near'ish Roku without actually pointing at the intended mark. "Shhh!" He started to stumble towards the door, his ataxic and swaying gait seemed to be almost an acrobatic act in that he somehow remained upright. He would stumble through the doors of the bar into the open street, the cool air like a gentle caress.
"Yoshoodah, brah!" Taro hollered back at the bar through the still barely ajar door. "Manstoof," he ruled before he started to meander off. If Yoshida followed him or joined him, they would not be in for much debauchery as the drunk Soverign could barely count the finger-toes attached to the hand-feety things that helped him grab stuff. Still the Soverign knew his way home, unconsciously or at least would find himself close to home before he was distracted by an attractive statue. The 'attractive statue was actually a statue of their fearless leader the Daimyo standing there in all his marble glory at twelve feet in height. The Aburabuta Complex in sight.
"So, does yous come here often?"
"Yous looks tall. Do yous often here comes? Bet I... you totally'sh do yoga."
"Don't be'ishst coy... I no bite, much."
*Hic*
"You smell... nice"</B><i></i>
He was pressed against the statue, embracing the giant marble piece of art around the waist or at least partially. Taro is certainly a man that never lets size be a concern, nothing could be too grand. He tried to climb his lovely beauty and that is when a mistake followed. The passionate kiss between the Sovereign and his marble 'lady love' was entirely one-sided. He fell off the statue.
<B>"Hmm... kinky"
What is a head injury between lovers?
Roku: you are in sight of the building the Soverign are staying at.
Episode 7: 'Abutabootah'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]Once he received his bucket he would immediately insert his index finger into his mouth and down his throat until he induced vomiting, and boy was it a violent sight. The aggressive expelling of his stomach contents would not forego him from the complete drunk experience, but it would keep the large alcohol bomb that had been sitting in his stomach from hitting too hard later on. Still, this wasn't going to be the perfect adventure. His drinking partner was already blabbering and stumbling around on his way out the door, Roku would turn his attention to the barkeep.
"If you want payment, that guy or his associates will be covering."
That would probably keep anyone from bugging him for money, and free drinks were always a welcome in his life. He would calmly follow Taro out the door and the two would have their majestic march down the way, until finally coming upon a large marble statue of a very stern looking man. The sheer presence of the figure, almost like a deity, made it easy to assume it was probably a visage of the Daiymo, or for those clever kids at home the namesake of Morii Yoshida. Taro, in all his glory, seemed to get a different vibe from the statue, seeing it as a lovely lady or maybe it was simply a Freudian moment His eyes, fighting some blurring every so often, would scan around to see where they were right now. His eyes would notice a rather large complex with a vaguely familiar set of flags around it (if they don't have their flags out just redact this moment), and it would seem that "Abutabootah" was Aburabuta. What a fun little connecting moment this was becoming.
"Taro, bro! You and your lady get a room!"
This night was going to only get weirder from here.
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Oogami Taro
Yoshida's bulimia problem was now a secret between himself and the dozen or so other patrons in that bar. If Taro was aware, he would have gotten his new friend the psychological help he required but alas Oogami Taro is no mind reader.
'Weird,' bro... you have only seen a small fragment of a day in the life of one as great as Oogami Taro. Yes, it is hard for those not quite as great as he to conceive the world as he did. We find our 'hero' with half of his face covered in sand from his noggin-first landing on the ground, Taro pulled himself back to his feet. Alcohol gave him superhuman powers. Ha-ha, the impact of the fall did not even faze him. Yes, there was this red sticky stuff that occasionally dripped out of him and that was annoying but could not be helped.
'"Taro, bro! You and your lady get a room!"
Yoshida yelled. Bleary-eyed, he looked up at 'her' with a forlorn expression. "Sh'esh a proode doode [she is a prude dude]" he slurred, disappointment in his voice. Oogami does not beg. Understanding women was beyond even his great scope. He continued to stagger onward towards the Aburabuta estate. He hung onto to wrought iron fence that bordered the yard, allowing his arms to drape over the other side to maintain his balance. He was mildly winded, he tried to ask Yoshida or rather Roku if he was alright but the query came out as gibberish. The house itself seemed quite fine but unlike Kasha's last foray with an Aburabuta estate, this was by far not the finest household on the street. The lights were all on in this glorious structure despite the late hour, shadows loomed beyond gossamer curtains and sometimes the slit of blinds. From the street nothing could be heard except the random, muffled almost inhuman sound but the shapes of people could be seen from afar.
"Cullacting Sanninsh [Collecting Sennins]," he warned as he put a finger sloppily over his lips to indicate he would need to be quiet about that tidbit. He waved Yoshida to follow him. Yoshida was a manly man worthy of respect, he almost looked sober despite the what... how many drinks was it again? It did not matter, he was a real glutton so he would fit in just fine. Better the the others. "Fwends, you meat [You should meet my friends]," he reached over the fence and unlatched the gate before he stumbled onto the walkway. "Ay'll liek yoo [They will like you]," he insisted before his attention was drawn away to the restroom... err... bush. Use used the restroom but he missed the bush but soldiered on afterwards, his destination the door. The door upon which he then decidedly pounded on. He yelled into the household as well, but what he called out was unintelligible.
Eventually someone would answer the door.
"The hell, not again," a young woman of average height complained. She was dressed in a white mini-dress that was too revealing for most civilized establishments, perhaps a nightclub for strippers. It was the same dress she was wearing when she procured their first Sennin, she had gotten no complaints thus far. She appeared tired, like she just finished a long workout. Her long white hair was somewhat frizzy and seemed to stand on end. She had a pair of folded rubber gloves in her hands, perhaps she was spring cleaning but if so she was under or over... which would one consider it? -- dressed. "I am too busy to deal with your bullshit Taro," she complained as she looked past him at the stranger he took home. She hated it when Taro brought pets home, they always just 'followed him home' and he wanted to keep them because they were manly men like him or aspired to be such. Her brow twitched with annoyance. She let out a sigh, she was not going to deal with this drunken asshat or his friends, she was busy with the Sennin.
"You--" she pointed at Roku, if he started to give her a name or a line she would shake her finger and announce that she did not care. "Watch over this idiot, I need to get back to my ...boyfriend," she paused before she gave him a designation. She did not give two shits about the Sennin, she found what she was doing in there with him arduous and wrought with effort but she did what she had to. Still a lie that would likely work, the term sounded close enough in case he woke. The man had already had a seizure and would likely be barely conscious for a few hours. If Taro's likely idiot friend got in the way or the Sennin summoned his aid, she would just have to kill him and let Taro wake up next to his friend's decapitated body like the last two. "Just stay out of my way," she warned.
"Shi..." Taro complained.
"Stay out of my way, some of us actually work," she snapped. Turning to [insert identity of the hour for Sybil] she glowered and gave him an order as well, "keep an eye on drunky, if you need something look for Shichi, Ichi or Hachi."
Episode 9: 'Real World: Soon's Haven'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]He continued to follow his new friend as the approached the home. Taro would gesture for silence while sloppily saying something that vaguely sounded like "collecting Sennins", wouldn't that be a rather funny story for later on. They would continue once more as he would open the gate and once more state something, this time implying about meeting his friends.
Hmmm... so there are more in the house.
It was true that noises could be heard and shadowy figures, but that wasn't much to confirm things on. But it would appear he was being led straight into the lions den. As Taro began to pee in a bush, Roku would start to rub his hands up and down his shirt, scuffing it up a bit and dirtying it up. He would also loosen his bow tie and run his hands through his hair disheveling it as the duo made their way to the building.
Well, let's hope they like... sweet baby sandwyrm... I need some fuckin' water.
His mission was clear but so was the growing thirst. Drinking and vomiting did him no favors in staying hydrated, he would need some of that sweet liquid of life, but first it was time to see what the innards of this house held and how many enemies possibly resided within it. And then it happened.
Oh shit... abort, abort.
When an attractive woman enters the scene, Roku, even with his best ANBU skills and mental training, will immediate revert to a much more primal instinct. With that in mind, the disguised Sennin would stand froze as the woman chewed out Taro and then turned her attention to him. She would address him so he would open his dumb man mouth;
"Ti--"
She would immediately cut him off, he didn't care as his really had no idea what word was about to fall out of his mouth. Then another thing would happen, one that was programmed deep within Roku's mind and had turned into his own form of conditioning. Upon the utterance of 'boyfriend', Roku's mind would return to its calculating way and his expression of dumbfounded from blind hormones would now turn to a slightly less dumbfounded look, this time out of acting. He would listen to her give the ground rules before stating to be left alone. It seemed they were working here and his new big friend had already let slip they were 'Cullacting Sanninsh'. Then she stated that if he needed something to look for "Ichi", "Shichi" or "Hachi" and Taro had referred to this woman as "Shi" which might have just been a name that got cut off, but it would seem that some of them were simply going by number names. Roku could understand that.
He would nod to the female to confirm he understood her words.
So I have 1, 4, 7, 8 and 9 all in the same place. The boyfriend... could it be a Sennin? Could it be Kazuki?
Inwardly he would laugh at his joke.
Nah, not him. So a foreigner... and she looked like bed head, so maybe these guys aren't all that bad?
Another laugh would go off in his mind. After the female departed he would turn his attention back to Taro, if Shi had left them alone. He would place his right hand on the shoulder of Taro while staring at him with a stone cold death glare.
"Water bro... do we have any... water?!"
His hope would be that making their adventure towards the water would open up the door for further adventures.... and water. He really wanted some water right now.
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Taro was barely able to stand, he looked at Shi through a blurry lens. She was always more pleasant through that lens but all and all she was a bitch. He steadied himself on the floor frame and sway slightly as she made her list of demands. She also gave Yoshida instructions but Taro stopped listening to her grating voice and interrupted her with a wave of his hand. "Shhshhshhshhshh!" He hushed her or at the very least he tried, no he succeeded. after all we are talking about Taro here. The white haired lass scowled before she turned on her heel and stomped off. She was not dealing with any of their bullshit, she had work to do still before Shichi retrieved the Raikage. Their plan was far from elegant, they were traumatizing various members of the upper echelon from foreign shinobi in the hopes of getting a rise from them so that they would make a public display of violence. It was not meant to be elegant of course, it was meant to be ridiculous because who as going to believe that some woman kidnapped and abused an impotent extraneous Sennin. He would get out eventually and rejoin society, doubtless he would react with ire towards those who harmed him, those who failed him or he would perpetuate the cycle of debased violence he himself endured vilifying him regardless. "Water bro... do we have any... water?!"
The dizzy, nauseated drunk wiggled his tongue in his mouth, it felt sandpaper dry. Water is a good idea he thought although there was a greater degree of rambling that went on his his head as he came to that conclusion. "Onwurd," 'onward' he pointed down the hall. It was a good thing that Yoshida, or rather Roku could fluently understand drunkaneese. The Soverign led the Sennin down the hall to a large room that was essentially a great room attached to a kitchen. Sadly Taro himself got turned around for a moment and found himself looking back down the hall from which they came. He furrowed his brow, trying to remember where he was going for a moment before he recalled 'water.' He dipped and bobbed as he rotated back around and with an ataxic gait made his way to the sink. He forgot that the refrigerator was next to him perhaps or he found the task of locating the handle far too arduous as he batted at the facet with his hand until a stream of refreshing tap water was released from the facet. He stuck his face under the stream, soaking his face and his some ran up his nose before he found his own mouth. He guzzled several large mouthfuls before he staggered back, partially soaked. He let out a cough and wiped the water off on his sleeve before he braced himself on one of the counters adjacent.
"I leik joo Yoshida," Taro announced the fact that he liked Yoshida. He was a man's man, much like Taro. "Can yoo do nunja t'ings? I can do nunja t'ings!" It was a dangerous declaration to make when drunk and almost as bad of a question to ask someone else who had partook of the devil's drink. Could Yoshida do ninja things? Maybe, he seemed cool and could hold his drink better than most but he seemed like a sissy with that floppy granny hair and bow tie. "Imma the gold standard," he laughed at his own personal joke, one Roku would never understand unless he actually fight the man. "Me fwiends like nunja t'ings, Icun teech yoo," he slurred as he pointed his finger at himself. He had just offered to teach his new friend ninja stuff, his reasoning being simple - he wanted a drinking partner and gentleman rival. Surely he could drink tea like a sir and don a pair of sunglasses beneath a top hat for their weekly showdown. They would be masters of the universe, the true wealth of humankind. The foundation that all men abide by together in self-actualizing effort and devote their energies to the common cause of heroism. The power of a man lies in his dreams, his visions and his ideals. He was already a paragon of human potential and the consummate sum of the ideal of the common man but it is lonesome there at the top.
"Or we can wootch cart -toons and suber up furst." Or they could watch cartoons and sober up first.
Episode 10: 'Real World: Soon's Haven 2'| Soon's Haven Arc said:[col]He would allow Taro to lead things through his 'home' and would continue to listen to him. Taro was an interesting creature, he was warned that he was a Kirishii and not only warned of his ego but had also seen it first hand. Ultimately, however, Roku was having a hard time completely painting him in a bad light. For all of the bravado and bad things he had probably done, deep down there was a very genuine child-like nature to the brute. This quality was also dangerous as children tended to lack the full understanding of concepts of empathy and understanding the nuances to how their actions impacted the world around them and the people in. He could also simply be miss reading the big guy, all the Sovereign probably had some form of mental conditioning, and he even stated he was malleable, which could mean a number of things. Either way, it was still hard to look past the genuine loneliness that emanated from him. He referred to the the Sovereign member that was just in the room as his friend but she had treated him coldly and showed no real sense of camaraderie with Taro. Did the others treat him the same?
Roku would wait his turn before taking his sloppy gulps from the running faucet, the cool water bringing about a refreshing pulse through his body. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he would turn to his big make-shift friend.
"Yea... I can do ninja stuff."
It was a very matter of fact statement, cuz bad asses, be bad ass.
"Hey Taro-bro, Shi really didn't seem like a friend. Are you sure that is your friend? She seemed kinda... I dunno man... just seemed hostile. She always being like that to you, bro?"
There was still the question of the Sennin hunting and who might already be in the complex, but first he had a new strategy he wanted to explore... or at least that was his original thought. As he waited for Taro to elaborate on his feelings towards Shi, unbeknownst to the disguised ANBU Sennin, he would find his eyes growing heavy and his mind drifting off into slumber. Before any sort of reaction, at least any ninja-like reaction, could be performed, the man would go slumping to the ground into slumber. This would be how the night would go, this would be how his great infiltration would be squandered. His dreams would be filled with absurd thoughts, Taro the rock man making out with the Daimyo statue in drag, Shi seducing him with rubber sheets, Kazuki... being a creeper in the corner. All the while, if Taro did not move him, his body would be sprawled out over the floor and some heavy manly snoring would be occurring.
That was until it sounded like a bomb went off in the house.
Morning was upon them...
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Awesome, he could do ninja stuff. That was all that was really important, Taro leaned over the sink and took another drink although his stomach revolted once again and almost filled the sink. He burped, it smelled like whatever was in those shots. "Yah bro, coul,' Yeah bro, cool, he replied with a knowing nod that was more pronounced than necessary. "We do nunja tings in th' mornung," he assured Yoshida that they would do ninja things in the morning. He had been working at piercing the sun with this awesomeness. Thus far there has been no success but he remembered somewhere that the sun was really far away, it might still be in transit he reasoned. Perhaps it would have been if it was not a fire ninjutsu that he cast.
"Hey Taro-bro, Shi really didn't seem like a friend. Are you sure that is your friend? She seemed kinda... I dunno man... just seemed hostile. She always being like that to you, bro?"
Taro bent his lips inward as if in a brief moment of contemplation. "Shi is 'lright," he tried to explain that Shi was not that bad. She was an utter and absolute bitch but he was going to lie just this one time. He was not going to let her scare off his new friend already. "Shi is boosy," he admitted. She was rather busy considering the things that she was doing to a rather unfortunate (or fortunate depending on your perception of intimacy) young Sennin. They all had a limited time, he was supposed to find someone himself but instead he got drunk and brought this random joe home instead. She had every right to be mad, he was supposed to bring home a Sennin or even the Tsuchikage if he could find him. There were a number of 'legitimate' rumors surrounding him and they felt he would have been the best person to bring home the deviant. "I'mma no-gud," he admitted as he wobbled over to a rather comfortable patch of floor and made his bed.
Hours would pass, Taro's night would not be filled with pillaging women and raping villages but rather with a dance-off. He was in a dress and he rocked those heels. Thankfully he did not snore, unlike a certain other visitor that sounded like a bear gnawing on another bear. However, Roku was also the little spoon. By the time the explosion rocked the building Taro had found himself drawn to his new bestie and had wrapped his arms around his legs. He was using the ANBU Sennin as a pillow. He was a sound sleeper, in response to the explosion all taro did was talk in his sleep and say -- 'ladies there is enough of Taro to go around. No need to blow up the nightclub, we can work this out.'
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