Teach me how to buggy [Open]

[Kazehi Ryu]

Ashura had finally managed to escape the watchful eyes of his elder sister, granted he had used a lot of plasma and a clone that went running away screaming like a loon to draw her attention but it worked! He had slipped out the window and put a hustle on to the 'fun zone' where all the lights and sounds were, the smile he normally had spread all the wider to see the many people bustling about. Fricken awesome! The young genin toured the walk ways, looking about at all the shops and their signs as well, but he was mostly distracted by the flicker of the chakra lights; he didn't stare at them until he got a black spot on them but for some reason he felt the urge to out shine them.

For a while, he kept it in check doing his usual shuffle-type dance movement without being TOO out there (to him at least), but as he got to a larger almost a 'village square' type court yard he started to bust the moves. More energetic, flashier and quite literally so. Bright plumes of plasma puffed out from his feet as they made contact with the ground while he started ramping up, his legs setting an upbeat pace while his arms and torso twisted or bent slightly to accentuate the chaotic, excited dance cadence. He didn't have music to go along with his show, unfortunately, only the buzzing tempo in his head that others didn't seem to hear even as they watched nervously wondering if he was having a fit.

The spastic movements evened out though, forming into a solid street dancing, Ashura managed to make the illusion that he was simply gliding across the ground; bending his own shadow to make it create a false gap or change perspective on his motions while the vibrant arcs and bursts of the plasma during flips or spins to keep the pace of the tempo he was moving at. In the end he wound up working into a head spin, orange-red neon blazing off the bottoms of his feet while his extended legs whirled about over him then slowly descended as he ended the spin reclined on his side, stamping his feet down and jetting the plumes slightly only for them to disperse and come apart in slow tatters of neon-like light. He felt good. Aside from the slight ache from the extended effort of the high tempo performance that was to be expected, the young genin felt that if he kept it up he would be able to outshine the lights of this place in no time; he just had to work out an awesome routine!

 

[Kokomo]

[OOC: Don't you hate it when you make an open topic and NO ONE joins it? I hate it, bro. I hate it a lot. Imma join you!]

The usually scantily-clad raven haired beauty had managed to find herself in a dress (being an advid hater of them) after an interesting meeting with Saemon's mother. She had been hospitalized that day, and to be fair, she was a bit pissy from the failed mission and the few words he had said to her in attempt to get her to realize that she was weaker than she had thought.

It was a sad truth, and so she was spending her time in the back of a carriage on the way home. Lighting a cigarette, the fair-skinned woman leaned against the frame of the black leather carriage, the smoke filling the small room as she breathed in deeply. She needed a nap, a change of clothes, and a few pills to get rid of her aching wounds.

The carriage driver, meanwhile, destroyed her relaxation. The whiny of a horse screamed through the streets as the carriage backed up sharply, the sound of wood snapping as one of the wheels cracked under the sudden shock, throwing the carriage onto it's side.

Kitanai's body, had she not grabbed the handle of the door, now facing upwards, would have been littered with glass shards. Her black boots crunching against the ground as she stood up, pushing the door above her head open as she pulled herself out of the side of the carriage.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled. Kitanai had already been in a really bad mood, and the assassin was by no means pleased by the sudden disruption in her moment of peace. Apparently, a kid had been prancing around like a lunatic, letting out chakra lights and smoke, spooking the horse, and causing it to back away in a terrified motion--throwing the carriage onto it's side.

The woman smoothed her waist-length wavy black hair with her hand, her cyan eyes glowing as she looked around the streets, the driver of the carriage, clothed in a strange black cloak was hunched by her, whispering strange apologies in a language she didn't understand.

"You've got to be joking," She hissed, as her eyes shot over to the accused boy, her eyes locking on him as she pointed a sharp finger at him, cigarette still in her mouth, the smoke filtering into the air, "You! Come 'er."

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

[Woo! I appreciate the company; the character is a bit...well...you'll see ._.]

From his side, after feeling lounging on the ground wasn't good and the people that stared at him started to disperse, Ashura went to spin up and get to his feet all fancy like; well he made it to the spinning part and as he went to push himself up using his hands to do some kinda contorted hand stand "You! Come 'er." First thought that came to mind? 'Oh shit!' The tone of voice was the same his sister used before she generally slapped him around with something hard. So, he did a faceplant and slid for a couple seconds with the momentum from his spin that he'd worked up then did a flop. Twitching for a moment, the brightly dressed moron hopped up NORMALLY and managed to succeed at not falling back over; once he was up, his dark eyes flickered about and spotted the woman in the dress pointing at him. Relief washed over him slightly, it wasn't his sister he was all good! Grinning all the wider, feeling fairly happy that his performance had attracted such attention beyond the signs and lights, he buzzed right on over and skidded to a halt right in front of her smiling all too happily. "Heya, how's it going? Light show caught your attention huh? Was pretty delightful wasn't it?" Okay, lame as hell joke but he said it anyway the stupid grin plastered across his face grew a little wider as though he'd just made the wittiest crack anyone had ever thought of.

Granted, that wasn't the case but still, he though it was amusing to through out jokes like that; after all it was apparently his light show that had caught her attention...granted he wasn't paying much attention to the busted up wagon buggy that she was standing next to but hey, can't be perfect right? "Oh, hey." He spoke up as though he just realized something, slapping the bottom of his left fist into the palm of his right hand. "You must have been dazzled by my performance and want to confess." He turned slightly and puffed his chest slightly, putting his hands on his hips. "As a man, I have to accept a woman's feelings; but if so many come to say so I don't know if the relationship would last..." Open mouth, out comes idiocy; he was completely oblivious to the situation at hand apparently, not really self-centered but...more along the lines that he just got things completely wrong.

Out of complete, total, unconscious habit Ashura flinched and ducked slightly. Usually this was the part where he went flying away and either bounced off a wall or landed in awkward positions several feet away. Granted there wasn't the usual roar of 'WRONG' right in his ear yet but it was almost ritual that he got some form of punishment for being an idiot; some how it showed that his idiocy seemed to be purposeful just in how he was expecting a violent reaction.

 

[Kokomo]

The boy moved towards her, smacking his fist against his palm as her eyes slowly dropped to his hand. The smacking sound causing her head a slight throb as she took another deep drag of the cigarette in hopes of dulling the upcoming pain. Kita's raspberry lips spreading to blow the smoke upwards as she listened to him, "Now now, I wouldn't say I was dazzled," She murmured as he spoke over her. His chest threw out as he put his hands on his hips in a rather heroic pose and told her that he accepted her feelings and a...relationship?

"What's that?" Kita asked as the boy ducked, her eyebrows raising as she let out a bit of a humored laugh, "No, you idiot," 'Idiot' was used endearingly, rather than as an insult here. Her lips taking in another puff of smoke as she put a single hand on her hip, cocking them as the other hand dangled lazily with the cigarette in hand. "I didn't even see your.... so called, show." Her hand raised to wave off the shrouded hunched back driver as she looked at the boy.

"I'm afraid you're too young for my services anyways, kid," The prostitute said, a slight smile teasing her lips as she flicked the ashes onto the ground by her feet. "However, you're not too young to have a few buck on you I assume?" She asked, raising a single eyebrow, "You have caused an uproar in the streets, causing my only ride home to crash and burn. The least you could do it find me a way back." Blunt. Straight. And too the point.

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

WHOA! Stop the boat, did he hear that right? Was he mistaken in the auditory stimulation he'd received?! She missed the show?! He had been defeated, demolished, wrecked, devastated! It was a horrible, terrible fate to go unseen! Oh hey, she was saying something again. Of course he stared at her blankly for a moment, so still you could almost hear the wind whistling through his ears while he tried to register the comment that sailed yards over his head. "Oh, some kinda high class performer. Sweet!" Completely wrong probably and way off the mark considering that it was coming out of his mouth; regardless he scratched the back of his head and scrunched his face up for a moment, his smile disappearing for a second while his dark colored eyes flicked about slightly.

The hell was he anyway? Landmark, landmark, l- ah okay. He kind of recognized some of the places he'd passed by on his way through, though most of the landmarking he did was based off of the lights rather than the shops or signs; weird how those kept his attention more than anything else but, oh well. "So I just have to get you 'back'. Well, I suppose I could do that; being the escort of a stranded woman seems like something a man should do! Gyahahaha!" Gone was the contemplative visage and replaced by the grinning face of a happy moron. "So where are ya supposed to go 'back' to anyway?" There might have been some hope for him apparently, instead of leading her off in a random direction the brilliant conclusion to actually figure out where she was supposed to crossed his mind.

Of course, the big issue was? Money? He probably had enough to buy a bit of food and that was probably about it. Would she press the issue of wanting to be transported or would the sharply dressed woman have no trouble walking? It was a quandary that Ashura was trying to process but yet he kept getting distracted slightly and trying to figure out just HOW COULD SHE MISS HIS BRIGHT PERFORMANCE! It was a terrible tragedy after all...

 

[Kokomo]

What's a boat?

"Performer... in a way, I suppose." The young woman scowled at the theme of his words, but gave a playful smile at the idea of the humor. What an interesting idea, indeed, was such a claim. A performer... ha! "I live on the outskirts of the slums, in the Crystal Moon apartment complex--room 210." Her hand raised lazily to point towards the slums, North, her eyes watching him carefully.

"Go on then, don't you know how to treat a lady?" Kitanai was, in hindsight, totally teasing him. Holding her arm out, and clearing her throat as though to cue him onwards to take her arm.

[OOC: Too interactive for a long post. My apologies.]

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

[Hey, no problem, this is kind of a strange topic anyway. I can deal and come up with stupid things for Ashura to do .-.]


That, was actually a good question. Wasn't it one of those things of myth and legend kinda like those flying lizard things called 'dargons' or something? Who knew, maybe it was some sort of dessert! Nah, an explaination like that wouldn't float.

Regardless, Ashura stared at her for a moment when she held out her arm, the look on his face an obvious show that what was being suggested was being processed and attempted to be filed in that erratic brain case of his. "Of course a man knows how to treat a lady!" Actually, he really had no clue but hey since she was giving him all the hints in the world he could take advantage of it and attempt to look cool and savy. He did a slight spin, looping his arm through hers in a flourish and looked towards the direction that she had just gestured. The young genin had NO clue where that was. Oh well~!

His hands came together for a moment, flickering through a couple signs adeptly; his chakra blending, twisting and flickering about that was reflected in his shadow as it suddenly rose forth from the ground beneath their feet. They were standing on the back of a monsterous, slighly hideous onxy shade of a beetle looking creature with angry glowing eyes scaring most everyone in their way off while it skuttled ahead as though it had been unleashed forth from the fires of hell and fled for the reaches of FREEEEEDOOOOOM! "Gyahahaha! This is cooler than I thought!" It raged forward, scuttling with savage FURY while they stood atop it; of course, it seemed to be barely in control considering that there were a couple times that it started to go down a different direction to chase someone who failed to get out of the way only to be redirected back north to plow into the slums while Ashura stood there whistling like a sailor who's ship was in full speed ahead. But...that raised a problem...what the hell was a ship?

That was hardly the point right at the moment, as their "transportation" continued to rage forward with a roar, they surged past a sign that said "Crystal Moon Apartments"; which Ashura looked over his shoulder while the nightmarish beetle continued rushing forward. "Ah...hahahaha...oops." He focused and tried to get it to turn around, which took them on a path around a couple blocks of the slums in full bore before they returned to the complex; the young genin dismissing the beetle-thing before it got him in too much more trouble than he probably already was. "Your...buggy...has arrived. Gyahahahahaha!" He was a moron and completely oblivious to the havoc he'd caused in the wake of the massive insect-dragon-shadow-thing that he had pulled practically out of his ass shadow. Grinning happily at the time that had been saved at the use of the...well...abuse of power honestly. "For I am the beetlemaster~!" Wait...he was missing part of the joke here...Seems he really CAN'T do things right.

 

[Kokomo]

"What the hel--" And they were off! On a huge ass, creepy, and thin air created beetle. It smelled as bad as it looked, and Kitanai had to lean forward to hold into it as it skittered off at insane speeds through the streets. Demolishing everything it's path as the woman squeezed her eyes shut, one hand holding on, and the other trying to hold her dress down as they flew down the streets. The captain of said beetle laughing maniacally at the idea of being such an awesome form of transportation. The beetle turning around, causing Kita's stomach to shift uneasily as her eyes widened and they halted to a stop.

"Are you...insane?!" She screamed, her legs wary as she sat on the ground for a minute before pulling herself to her feet, "Get your head checked out, kid!" Her hand waved at him before shakily lighting another cigarette, as she had lost her other one somewhere along the ride as she pushed her way into the building, slamming the door behind her as she made her way to her apartment.

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[OOC: Sorry honey! Too many topics on my belt!]

 

[Kazehi Ryu]

He thought it was fun at least, though he was sort of the one in control...all Ashura could do was wave happily to her while she stomped off. "Bye lady! Catch ya later sometime maybe!" Or not, depends upon if they actually crossed paths again since it was a large city they might not actually encounter one another again. The prospect didn't bug him (hah) all that badly, people came and people went, hell they didn't know each other's names and they were perfect strangers that had come into contact with one another by very odd circumstances. Rubbing his his chin and looking around the slums, some of which he had rammed through rather effectively on the back of the shadow-bug-dragon-thing he'd attracted quite a bit of attention. Not that he really cared, it was a fun way to do things instead of the very usual and very boring just walking. The young genin shuffled his way through the streets, dancing with his shadows on the wall to create some kind of weird dance troupe that rippled and twisted based on the bursts of multi-colored plasma that burst out from beneath his feet or from between his hands where he clapped them together while stomping out the beat to which he danced.

In a short while, people sort of avoiding the oddly moving boy he had returned to the edge of the main area of the Palais where the slums and better kept developments started to mingle. There he danced about similar to what had made the woman in the fancy dress stop and make him escort her home. Just in case something like that happened again, he just sort of lingered on the edge and danced about, his body twisting while he either slid across the paving stones on the balls of his feet or leaning back and forth while he made some sort of forward walking motion and managed to somehow go sideways. He was having a great time, no matter if people thought he was crazy from either the light show or the shadows around him dancing right along with him; either way, he wasn't about to have his mood botched! He would never give up!

[ooc: No worries, if ya get the chance to rp again I'll see if I can get the character to not do ridiculous, over the top things.]

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[Kazehi Ryu]

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