Contrary to popular belief the Ruins of Old Suna were very much alive & many of it's denizens thrived here. It had retained all that it was in the absence of those who interfered. So much so that the influence of it's denizens had spread out like a corruption. A corruption that Akkuma was all to familiar with his he moved through the alleys like a specter from a bygone age. Every so often someone would stop feeling his ominous aura engulfing them & entwining it's way through their bodies with a spine tingling chill. When they look for the source the shinobi would already be gone moving onto his destination. A small Ramen Inn that had a reputation for being one of the closest things considered to be a neutral ground to the denizens of the District. It was run by an elderly couple that had seen the comings & goings of many illicit parties. They possessed an infallible appreciation of privacy a courtesy they extended to their patrons. Anyone who broke the house rules had a habit of disappearing. When necessary they brokered meetings between conflicting parties in a hopes of settling escalating matters that were spilling into the street. For everyone knew the denizens could get away with literal murder so long as they were discreet & didn't add to someone's paperwork. It had become an unspoken understanding between many of the players within in Old Suna's depths.
It had been many years since Akkuma had graced their business with his patronage. Having had a very hands on approach to dealing with his problems he had rarely required their services. But he had acquired a fondness for their meals & they were one of the few businesses granted his clan's sake to sell. The chill that precedes the hairs upon your neck standing, accompanied by the sense of an inescapable sense of being hunted. As if some unnatural horror had set it's sights upon them & would inevitably fall upon them. Many patrons pay their bills departing. A few remained knowing that no doubt they were safer within the walls of this building then anywhere else in the District. Stepping out of the shadows from the alley the Trickster Sage approached the Inn. Nearby shadows almost seemed to try & reach out to the individual. Gaining an almost unnatural density to them as he neared them. Raising a hand he'd push up the almost saloon-like doors & step through the threshold of the building. Some of it's patrons eyed him wearily, others boldly gazed at him gauging what shinobi would do.
He could almost swear he saw an unmistakable flicker of relief in the eyes of Chiyo as recognition dawned upon her face. "I'll be with you shortly dear I'll get him to put your favorite on." before she vanished around a corned into the kitchen with an agility that was surprising for her age to anyone who didn't know even some of her history. Akkuma would bow his head in thanks to her before scanning the area Inn & eyeing an empty booth. He moved to it taking a seat, moments after he'd taken a seat a young woman he'd not seen before appeared with two glasses & a bottle of his clan's sake. "This is on the house Sir." She would say with no attempt to hide her curiosity. After the couple reserved such hospitality for few of their patrons. "Thank you...that will be all for now." the Trickster would say as his piercing gaze slid from surveying the other patrons to the woman serving him. She bowed & left him to his devices more content to keep her curiosity to herself then test the dangerous individual before her.
Taking one of the glasses off the other he would place it before him, uncorking the sake & pouring it into his glass. It was a drink that many seemed to have lost the desire to drink, but for Akkuma it was a strong reminder of both his old home & also the new one he'd made here. Placing the cork back into the neck of the bottle he placed it back onto the table. Removing a pipe from his robes & a small tin that contained a mix of various plant matter that helped ease his transition into his new forms. Packing the contents into the pipe he would snap his finger igniting the contents & inhaling deeply from the device. With a deep sigh of relief a cloud of smoke weaved itself around him. Leaning back into his seat the surrounding shadows would seem to almost reach out to him, gaining more depth as the shadows seemed to almost cradle the individuals form in their grasp. He was certainly one of the more interesting patrons the small Ramen Inn had been visited by in sometime. Even those who barely paid attention to their fellow denizens had heard whispers of this being. The Immortal Trickster, someone who had an uncountable amount of rumors surrounding them. These varied from him being a literal demon, that he was Immortal or that he had ties to many of the people who held power across the nations. An undeniable truth though was that the individual had a renown for being a monstrous being.
Someone capable of great & unspeakable things. A being who'd made a living out of making pacts & altering the lives of beings for decades across the shinobi nations. Many had seen the end results of his work more then once. After all one need only go to the Devil's Lair in to see the significantly altered individuals who worked their. All wearing the familiar seals of their Lord. Yes here sat a man renowned for many a Dark deal & service. Once more for the first time in years he seemed ready for business. Word was spreading fast among the denizens many whispering of it. Few believing it after all he had been murdered had he? Of those that believed he could still live almost none held the courage to approach the individual. The Immortal Trickster's deals were reputed to be faustian in nature & the cost was always great.
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It had been many years since Akkuma had graced their business with his patronage. Having had a very hands on approach to dealing with his problems he had rarely required their services. But he had acquired a fondness for their meals & they were one of the few businesses granted his clan's sake to sell. The chill that precedes the hairs upon your neck standing, accompanied by the sense of an inescapable sense of being hunted. As if some unnatural horror had set it's sights upon them & would inevitably fall upon them. Many patrons pay their bills departing. A few remained knowing that no doubt they were safer within the walls of this building then anywhere else in the District. Stepping out of the shadows from the alley the Trickster Sage approached the Inn. Nearby shadows almost seemed to try & reach out to the individual. Gaining an almost unnatural density to them as he neared them. Raising a hand he'd push up the almost saloon-like doors & step through the threshold of the building. Some of it's patrons eyed him wearily, others boldly gazed at him gauging what shinobi would do.
He could almost swear he saw an unmistakable flicker of relief in the eyes of Chiyo as recognition dawned upon her face. "I'll be with you shortly dear I'll get him to put your favorite on." before she vanished around a corned into the kitchen with an agility that was surprising for her age to anyone who didn't know even some of her history. Akkuma would bow his head in thanks to her before scanning the area Inn & eyeing an empty booth. He moved to it taking a seat, moments after he'd taken a seat a young woman he'd not seen before appeared with two glasses & a bottle of his clan's sake. "This is on the house Sir." She would say with no attempt to hide her curiosity. After the couple reserved such hospitality for few of their patrons. "Thank you...that will be all for now." the Trickster would say as his piercing gaze slid from surveying the other patrons to the woman serving him. She bowed & left him to his devices more content to keep her curiosity to herself then test the dangerous individual before her.
Taking one of the glasses off the other he would place it before him, uncorking the sake & pouring it into his glass. It was a drink that many seemed to have lost the desire to drink, but for Akkuma it was a strong reminder of both his old home & also the new one he'd made here. Placing the cork back into the neck of the bottle he placed it back onto the table. Removing a pipe from his robes & a small tin that contained a mix of various plant matter that helped ease his transition into his new forms. Packing the contents into the pipe he would snap his finger igniting the contents & inhaling deeply from the device. With a deep sigh of relief a cloud of smoke weaved itself around him. Leaning back into his seat the surrounding shadows would seem to almost reach out to him, gaining more depth as the shadows seemed to almost cradle the individuals form in their grasp. He was certainly one of the more interesting patrons the small Ramen Inn had been visited by in sometime. Even those who barely paid attention to their fellow denizens had heard whispers of this being. The Immortal Trickster, someone who had an uncountable amount of rumors surrounding them. These varied from him being a literal demon, that he was Immortal or that he had ties to many of the people who held power across the nations. An undeniable truth though was that the individual had a renown for being a monstrous being.
Someone capable of great & unspeakable things. A being who'd made a living out of making pacts & altering the lives of beings for decades across the shinobi nations. Many had seen the end results of his work more then once. After all one need only go to the Devil's Lair in to see the significantly altered individuals who worked their. All wearing the familiar seals of their Lord. Yes here sat a man renowned for many a Dark deal & service. Once more for the first time in years he seemed ready for business. Word was spreading fast among the denizens many whispering of it. Few believing it after all he had been murdered had he? Of those that believed he could still live almost none held the courage to approach the individual. The Immortal Trickster's deals were reputed to be faustian in nature & the cost was always great.
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