Riku decided to disregard the others while they talked about magical tattoos, it made him lose interest quickly in the subject. Was it something with shinobi that made us do weird things like this? There’s probably a thousand factors in it, can’t be healthy us having all this power. He decided to disregard the thought, returning to his draping of the cloth. When Nitish questioned the fire, he threw a hand upwards.
“It’s night time, Nitish,” Riku commented, “Smokes tough to see at night, especially when we’re this high up. Anyone that’ll find us will probably be using some other form of tracking.”
With that, he finished setting up most of the tent exterior. He jumped onto the pully platform and started lowering himself down. As he did, he took the chance to glance towards Kiramaru, he was ranting and raving about power suddenly.
“Calm it down, Kira,” Riku said with a raised eyebrow, “Getting a tattoo isn’t gonna give you legendary powers. Now, stop trying to be the next power crazed shinobi and help set up some traps.”
He shook his head as he said power crazed shinobi, it felt like everyone had that taste for power in them these days. He saw similar in the crowds he conned, the ones that thought they had an advantage always seemed to try for more. It didn’t feel right to consider the subject, almost like it was taboo. Riku never felt the urge for power, was it replaced with material desire? He thought on that as he started to collect some stones to create a firepit.
“Blinks over there says you can help come up with a treehouse name,” Riku comments, changing the subject, “You got any? We’re currently on Hightops Keep. I’m out of ideas.”
“It’s night time, Nitish,” Riku commented, “Smokes tough to see at night, especially when we’re this high up. Anyone that’ll find us will probably be using some other form of tracking.”
With that, he finished setting up most of the tent exterior. He jumped onto the pully platform and started lowering himself down. As he did, he took the chance to glance towards Kiramaru, he was ranting and raving about power suddenly.
“Calm it down, Kira,” Riku said with a raised eyebrow, “Getting a tattoo isn’t gonna give you legendary powers. Now, stop trying to be the next power crazed shinobi and help set up some traps.”
He shook his head as he said power crazed shinobi, it felt like everyone had that taste for power in them these days. He saw similar in the crowds he conned, the ones that thought they had an advantage always seemed to try for more. It didn’t feel right to consider the subject, almost like it was taboo. Riku never felt the urge for power, was it replaced with material desire? He thought on that as he started to collect some stones to create a firepit.
“Blinks over there says you can help come up with a treehouse name,” Riku comments, changing the subject, “You got any? We’re currently on Hightops Keep. I’m out of ideas.”