"This could be heaven or this could be hell"
Dressed in his ANBU blacks, Umashi opted to go for the traditional blank ANBU mask instead of the tucked away one from Miro. As ornamental as it was personal to him, he didn't want Maru messing it up when things came to fisticuffs. Fortunately for the two would be captors, it wasn’t hard to find Maru even with the narrow winding streets yet, that was also easily the issue. Almost welcoming in an unnerving way, the people seemed to part as the two walked through the crowds. Perhaps they recognized a shinobi on a mission when they saw one, or perhaps they knew who not to mess with at a glance. Cursing to himself, Umashi knew deep down that they were making a showy display by not dressing like the locals but showing his face was just as likely to cause a scene for the discerning eye as it wasn’t.
People often didn’t forget the face of a guy who was on a national monument in a nearby superpower shinobi state and while Sunagakure was just as far away socially from Soon’s Harbor as Konohagakure was, there was always the possibility that somebody paid attention to the history books and would call him out by name. In his mind it was better to be seen as just another shinobi on a mission than a retired Kage but his thoughts continued to churn out all of the possibilities that could stem from him being here as they followed the lead that they had been given.
As dry and as dusty as the place seemed to be, the proximity to the harbor came with a number of sights and smells that many would have no doubt not attributed to the Wind Country at a glance. For one, seafood seemed to be plentiful and naturally the spices seemed to flow even more plentiful than the vast ocean just beyond the shore. When at last they’d come to the supposed “hotel” that Maru was said to be at, Umashi turned and gave an understanding nod to Ziren before he knocked on the door.
Taking a moment to inspect the building a bit further, in any other setting Umashi would have found the villa styled building to be beautiful and something that he could see himself living in. Looking very much like the style of aged but airy homes that he figured the desert to house, he was so busy admiring the architecture that he was momentarily caught off guard when a woman answered the door. ”Konnichiw-!” Stopping just short of actually extending a greeting, Umashi couldn’t stop from jerking back defensively as he was shocked to see that the woman only had one eye. Unable to collect himself quick enough, the woman’s tone changed from one of wanting to one of disdain.
”Can I help you?” Remembering his script, Umashi didn’t prey on the easy joke that could be made. Maru usually surrounded himself with an interesting sort but staring wasn’t kind. Getting to the point, Umashi used the direct approach. Maru wasn’t a dummy and despite the door only being partially opened, it was clear that there was either a big party or an equally big funeral going on due to the sound of music that could be heard. Pulling out an old wanted poster, he showed it to the woman who didn’t look surprised in the least. ”I’m sure that a mutual friend of ours is expecting company, no?”
Taking a long hard look at the poster and then at Umashi and Ziren, the woman sighed and rolled her eye. If Umashi could call it, the woman looked as annoyed as she was sad but nonetheless she opened the door fully and beckoned them in. ”They say that if you can’t roll with the big dogs then you should stay off the porch. That little Uchiha heifer had it coming to her.” Not knowing if the woman was speaking about the ANBU Sennin or the Raikage, Umashi grimaced behind his mask but cautiously walked inside of the building and was instantly greeted with a much cooler temperature than what was present outside. Semi lit as the overall area was, Umashi’s eyes focused on the clear sightline to an area just a number of meters ahead where the music seemed to be emanating from. A villa like few others, the space was as much local as it was modern. That and a touch . . . perverted if Umashi could call it like he saw it. It was clear that this was the sort of seedy place that Maru would call home seven days out of the week.
Rolling up the wanted poster, Umashi discreetly scanned his surroundings for possible traps and exits. With all the encounters that he and Maru had had over the years, it was most likely true that Maru was equally playing the game that was the gentlemen's agreement to not stab each other in the literal back, Umashi had lived long enough to be paranoid when it came to the ilk that Maru tended to hang out with. After all, Maru literally hung out with monsters. Walking a bit further inside, Umashi followed his guide at a careful distance but even he was forced to pause when they at last walked into the open air atrium that was the courtyard.
In a word, it was anciently beautiful, decadent, elegant and every word in between. Paradisiac in a worldly way, the desert oasis-like décor was totally appropriate when Umashi caught sight of the plentiful food and very clear, very clean looking water. Even with their footsteps he’d noticed that they didn’t even kick up a single grain of sand and when he glanced up at the multistory open expanse above, he caught just the faintest shimmer of chakra at play keeping the open air from allowing in the dirt and grime from the surrounding area. Even the air smelled incredibly clean, and as his eyes slowly drifted back down to where he was, there was Maru by the water, lazily being fed by a woman that in most circles was sporting an outfit that was more appropriate for a private beach than a public place of work. Unless . . . that actually was the work at play. As distracting as the music could have been, it seemed to not matter when considering the whole of the scene. Here, Umashi and Ziren were hunting for Maru and fully expected to walk into a room with guns drawn and Maru was having an indoor pool party with artisan women of the night. Seeing that Maru was otherwise occupied, Umashi took an approximate aim and threw it at the feet of his former student and watched it roll open. As if on cue, the music stopped and all eyes were on the party pooper. One for the moment, Umashi didn’t hesitate this time and said a simple ANBU greeting. ”We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
OOC #1: This topic is Private mostly because the details of the story have been discussed beforehand concerning the final outcome but leaving room for creative RPing in the middle.
If you haven’t asked to join then please do so before posting so that the topic flows. All who have agreed to the topic know that the topic will be PvE only (please don’t be that person that disrupts that) and such more fun will be hopefully had for all involved.
OOC #2: The Setting is below.
The setting is a Middle Eastern style villa with an open atrium courtyard. There is a clear chakra barrier keeping the desert out and the building is especially clean and "modern" despite looking aged. There are 2 additional stories going up and one below as well as a rooftop space with vegetation and "party" space. If you're familiar with the Eagles song, Hotel California, the general spirit of what the song describes can be found here, aka, there's unstated debauchery taking place. The actual name of the location is "Hotel California" but all statements of the name should ICly be cut short or assumed to be said (yes, all of my topics in the Wind Country during this story arc have been California themed). It's clear that some sort of chakra barrier is keeping the outside out and the inside in, so all attempts to get in should keep this in mind. You aren't just going to unscrew an air duct, you had better already be in, bribe your way in or otherwise "shinobi" your way in.
OOC #3: Roll(s) and Lore.
For reference concerning the Wanted Poster.
Dressed in his ANBU blacks, Umashi opted to go for the traditional blank ANBU mask instead of the tucked away one from Miro. As ornamental as it was personal to him, he didn't want Maru messing it up when things came to fisticuffs. Fortunately for the two would be captors, it wasn’t hard to find Maru even with the narrow winding streets yet, that was also easily the issue. Almost welcoming in an unnerving way, the people seemed to part as the two walked through the crowds. Perhaps they recognized a shinobi on a mission when they saw one, or perhaps they knew who not to mess with at a glance. Cursing to himself, Umashi knew deep down that they were making a showy display by not dressing like the locals but showing his face was just as likely to cause a scene for the discerning eye as it wasn’t.
People often didn’t forget the face of a guy who was on a national monument in a nearby superpower shinobi state and while Sunagakure was just as far away socially from Soon’s Harbor as Konohagakure was, there was always the possibility that somebody paid attention to the history books and would call him out by name. In his mind it was better to be seen as just another shinobi on a mission than a retired Kage but his thoughts continued to churn out all of the possibilities that could stem from him being here as they followed the lead that they had been given.
As dry and as dusty as the place seemed to be, the proximity to the harbor came with a number of sights and smells that many would have no doubt not attributed to the Wind Country at a glance. For one, seafood seemed to be plentiful and naturally the spices seemed to flow even more plentiful than the vast ocean just beyond the shore. When at last they’d come to the supposed “hotel” that Maru was said to be at, Umashi turned and gave an understanding nod to Ziren before he knocked on the door.
Taking a moment to inspect the building a bit further, in any other setting Umashi would have found the villa styled building to be beautiful and something that he could see himself living in. Looking very much like the style of aged but airy homes that he figured the desert to house, he was so busy admiring the architecture that he was momentarily caught off guard when a woman answered the door. ”Konnichiw-!” Stopping just short of actually extending a greeting, Umashi couldn’t stop from jerking back defensively as he was shocked to see that the woman only had one eye. Unable to collect himself quick enough, the woman’s tone changed from one of wanting to one of disdain.
”Can I help you?” Remembering his script, Umashi didn’t prey on the easy joke that could be made. Maru usually surrounded himself with an interesting sort but staring wasn’t kind. Getting to the point, Umashi used the direct approach. Maru wasn’t a dummy and despite the door only being partially opened, it was clear that there was either a big party or an equally big funeral going on due to the sound of music that could be heard. Pulling out an old wanted poster, he showed it to the woman who didn’t look surprised in the least. ”I’m sure that a mutual friend of ours is expecting company, no?”
Ye Olde Wanted Poster said:Dokuso Maru
~The Prince of Pranksters~
- Mistakenly the feller of the late Nidaime Hokage Umashiashikabihikoji (at the Battle of Skyfall).
- Accidentally the slayer of the late Sandaime Hokage Yomi (at the Skirmish of Shin Yoko).
- The darkest flame born of the Fire Country!
- The night terror of the Tea Country!
- The wild beast of the Wind Country!
- The enigmatic enemy of the Earth Country!
- The lethal striker of the Lightning Country!
- The winsome wanderer of the Water Country!
- The misunderstood malcontent of the Moon Country!
- He is known as a cunning conundrum of a character, a living weapon that should always be considered armed and dangerous!
Bounty: 555 Trillion Yen
A.K.A. something akin to the combined GDP of at least two major NPC countries and then some . . . ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
***Preferably wanted alive by practically "everyone" for torture n' stuff . . .***
Taking a long hard look at the poster and then at Umashi and Ziren, the woman sighed and rolled her eye. If Umashi could call it, the woman looked as annoyed as she was sad but nonetheless she opened the door fully and beckoned them in. ”They say that if you can’t roll with the big dogs then you should stay off the porch. That little Uchiha heifer had it coming to her.” Not knowing if the woman was speaking about the ANBU Sennin or the Raikage, Umashi grimaced behind his mask but cautiously walked inside of the building and was instantly greeted with a much cooler temperature than what was present outside. Semi lit as the overall area was, Umashi’s eyes focused on the clear sightline to an area just a number of meters ahead where the music seemed to be emanating from. A villa like few others, the space was as much local as it was modern. That and a touch . . . perverted if Umashi could call it like he saw it. It was clear that this was the sort of seedy place that Maru would call home seven days out of the week.
Rolling up the wanted poster, Umashi discreetly scanned his surroundings for possible traps and exits. With all the encounters that he and Maru had had over the years, it was most likely true that Maru was equally playing the game that was the gentlemen's agreement to not stab each other in the literal back, Umashi had lived long enough to be paranoid when it came to the ilk that Maru tended to hang out with. After all, Maru literally hung out with monsters. Walking a bit further inside, Umashi followed his guide at a careful distance but even he was forced to pause when they at last walked into the open air atrium that was the courtyard.
In a word, it was anciently beautiful, decadent, elegant and every word in between. Paradisiac in a worldly way, the desert oasis-like décor was totally appropriate when Umashi caught sight of the plentiful food and very clear, very clean looking water. Even with their footsteps he’d noticed that they didn’t even kick up a single grain of sand and when he glanced up at the multistory open expanse above, he caught just the faintest shimmer of chakra at play keeping the open air from allowing in the dirt and grime from the surrounding area. Even the air smelled incredibly clean, and as his eyes slowly drifted back down to where he was, there was Maru by the water, lazily being fed by a woman that in most circles was sporting an outfit that was more appropriate for a private beach than a public place of work. Unless . . . that actually was the work at play. As distracting as the music could have been, it seemed to not matter when considering the whole of the scene. Here, Umashi and Ziren were hunting for Maru and fully expected to walk into a room with guns drawn and Maru was having an indoor pool party with artisan women of the night. Seeing that Maru was otherwise occupied, Umashi took an approximate aim and threw it at the feet of his former student and watched it roll open. As if on cue, the music stopped and all eyes were on the party pooper. One for the moment, Umashi didn’t hesitate this time and said a simple ANBU greeting. ”We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
OOC #1: This topic is Private mostly because the details of the story have been discussed beforehand concerning the final outcome but leaving room for creative RPing in the middle.
If you haven’t asked to join then please do so before posting so that the topic flows. All who have agreed to the topic know that the topic will be PvE only (please don’t be that person that disrupts that) and such more fun will be hopefully had for all involved.
OOC #2: The Setting is below.
The setting is a Middle Eastern style villa with an open atrium courtyard. There is a clear chakra barrier keeping the desert out and the building is especially clean and "modern" despite looking aged. There are 2 additional stories going up and one below as well as a rooftop space with vegetation and "party" space. If you're familiar with the Eagles song, Hotel California, the general spirit of what the song describes can be found here, aka, there's unstated debauchery taking place. The actual name of the location is "Hotel California" but all statements of the name should ICly be cut short or assumed to be said (yes, all of my topics in the Wind Country during this story arc have been California themed). It's clear that some sort of chakra barrier is keeping the outside out and the inside in, so all attempts to get in should keep this in mind. You aren't just going to unscrew an air duct, you had better already be in, bribe your way in or otherwise "shinobi" your way in.
OOC #3: Roll(s) and Lore.
Umashi, Ret. Nidaime — Today at 3:08 PM
Knocking on the door of Hotel California and rolling to see who answers the door for Maru . . .
1 = One eyed cyclops girl
2 = Bat girl
3 = Giant girl
4 = "Bug" girl (spider, insect, etc)
5 = Cat or Kitsune girl
6 = Dog or Wolf girl
t!dice 1d6
Tatsu
BOT
— Today at 3:08 PM
:game_die: Rolling dice!
[d6 : 1]
In the end, the result was: 1
Knocking on the door of Hotel California and rolling to see who answers the door for Maru . . .
1 = One eyed cyclops girl
2 = Bat girl
3 = Giant girl
4 = "Bug" girl (spider, insect, etc)
5 = Cat or Kitsune girl
6 = Dog or Wolf girl
t!dice 1d6
Tatsu
BOT
— Today at 3:08 PM
:game_die: Rolling dice!
[d6 : 1]
In the end, the result was: 1
For reference concerning the Wanted Poster.
Probably His Last chance [Requesting Entry]
One Week later: Since he was told to wait a week because the gates were closed, he hung around the outer village for a little bit looking around for the guy whom he wasn't successful in finding. The last guy he met at the gates wasn't by no means helpful in finding the guy he was trying to...
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