Wanna dance? [If you wanna dance..?]

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Heading outward toward the stations that guarded entry and exit of Sunagakure through the Maw, Aomaki strode along in a semi-wallowing, semi-prideful state. Recently he had been put down by others but also uplifted by others. This messed around with what he was originally trying to work in, as a state of one of either natures' pertaining states. He came across the structure of which he was to ask for what and how and where in for what he required. He was looking to find Hoshikata somewhere in Sunagakure no Sato and since he couldn't find his master he had been losing his mind lately, since most of the citizens couldn't get along with him unless there was whitemail involved, which he didn't like doing, especially for illegitimate romantic feelings that always didn't work in the end anyway. He fastened his neck-belt and his torso-belt to fit to his body better and keep his belongings on well.

"Salutations. Postmaster? May I request for a passport for one such as myself? I don't know if they exist for one like myself but I wanted to ask anyway. I am Akaoni Aomaki, originally of the now-dead Hidden Leaf. I was never in its armies as a soldier of any nature. I am a traveling peacekeeper. I'm seventeen years of age, I believe. I will try to keep as lawful an alignment as I can without disrupting others in any way. I do carry weapons, though not hidden, as one can see them on myself in plain sight. I have no belongings other than what is on me right now, which consists of survival supplies and tools of my craft. I look to journey to the Hidden Stone Village or Hidden Cloud Village or Hidden Leaf Village in the future if I cannot find my master wherever else he may be in these Windy lands of Sand. If coin is required I have it on me. I await your decision for my passport's legality." Aomaki stated everything to whoever was to be guarding the post of the Gates of Sand, the legendary Maw.

[Requesting das passport, please. I'm NOT leaving right now, just asking for a passport please. I'd like one that validates upon my successful leaving of Sunagakure, but I'd also like IC papers please.]

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Re: Wanna dance? [Foreigner's Passport please? Also, Open RP

[I'm guessing no one's willing to let me engage them for a passport, that's fine XD Closed thread due to inactivity.]

[Sousuke PM'd me about this so I guess this is considered open again for him and others? ]

 

[Takahashi Aki]

(Judori sounds like Winston Churchill just fyi, he's also quite short)

Judori the former Steward looked up from his desk and he was enjoying an afternoon lunch of pineapple cake made by his loving adoring wife. The former Steward chewed on the piece of cake and looked up to see and hear a very strange request. He stopped chewing and looked to his left to his tea mug. His tea mug was almost empty. "Lad. I am no Post Master. I am a master at my post, but I am engaging in a spot of lunch here." The former Steward hopped off of his seat. Judori wasn't a tall man being that he was only 5'6. He turned his back on Aomaki as he went to the side and acquired the kettle. He poured himself some more tea. The Former Steward then thought hard he patted his bald head with his hand. Perhaps this lad would enjoy a spot of tea. The Former Steward placed down the kettle and clapped his hands, as he did so a small automaton spider puppet crawled out of his desk. Judori waved his hand and the spider puppet proceeded to jump up crawl across the floor and returned with an empty mug. Judori again clapped his hands and the spider puppet turned into a coaster and upon it sat the empty mug. The former Steward then pulled a drawer open from his desk and took out another tea bag. He placed the teabag in the cup and pushed in forward on his desk. "Let's have a chat lad, you and I. A good old conversation, gwahaha. You've dropped a mighty load of news upon one who used to be Steward." Judori eyes the remains of his cake, and then to his left the glass case that contained more of said pineapple cake. "I normally don't share this, but I'm feeling generous. The last one to have put his paws on this cake was clobbered by the butt of my son's experimental ranged weapon. That lad was also ... well a large dog took a piece out of him too. Not at the same time, but pretty close. Gwahaha." Judori chuckled as he had fond memories of that event. The small man seemed to be most content and most amused. He was not like this in his younger days. Judori when he was Sousuke's age was just as humorless as he was, save for the fact he wasn't monotone.

Judori removed the cover and cut himself and the youth another piece of cake. He pushed the slice of cake forward. "So then. Leaf is no more? Most curious. In my reign as Steward I had very little to do with Leaf... not because I wanted to but because of circumstance beyond my powers." The small man sipped from his tea. "I had heard something befell Mist. My son, the current Steward tells me that Mist has been subjected to a level ten cataclysmic event. Apparently they are in a new ice age of sorts. Terrible news... I had a friend there." Judori's mood seemed to sober. The old man let out a sigh of sorts. "It's a shame when the young pass away before the older ones do. Hoh."

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

This elderly gentleman seems to be enjoying quite a fine piece of cake.. Aomaki thought to himself as he studied the man as he stood on his tippy-toes to look over the counter at the man that was reclining in his seat. I don't feel so small anymore.. This fellow is only 3" or so smaller than I am.. Usually people always tower over me.. Aomaki thought to himself once again as he put his index finger on his lower lip and jabbed at it, pushing it to the right into his cheek from the left side to think to himself calmly. Aomaki's stomach grumbled at him. He hadn't eaten anything since about two days ago. Usually sleeping remedied his hunger but this was becoming increasingly angry with him, something he couldn't deal with physically unless he ate to sustain himself. Aomaki hungrily watched as the man poured himself a fancy tea for a fancy cup. A fancy man he was, it seemed. Aomaki quirked his lips into a smile on the other side. Aomaki opened his eyes and jumped slightly, noticing the shadows move around and turn into the shape of a spider that had almost perfectly camouflaged itself in the environment with this man. Aomaki retained his breath, indeed noticing it was because of the man that said creature moved due to the desk moving and his hands clapping, making it either his familiar or a puppet of some sort. Wait.. what kind of creature is that?.. Aomaki perturbingly thought to himself once more as he tilted his head to the side and made a blank look as he studied the fascinating creature. What technology is this?! Aomaki shouted in his thoughts, expressing them by his eyes lighting up and his pupils changing from being large to very small in an instant.

He watched the automaton spider puppet work for the man as the man commanded it with his waves of the hand. He watched the spider proceed to complete proper kitchen etiquette and attempt to please his master in a very strange way. He watched the spider shapeshift and transform into a very.. Curious shape. What use.. What a junk use for something that can be so much more.. He wrinkled his nose and put his head upright again, thinking to himself about it. He noticed the man dipping another teabag into a cup and situating himself properly behind the Spider and in front of Aomaki from Aomaki's frontside. A chat? He wants to chat about what? Aomaki sucked in his left cheek and lightly bit on it with his canines, looking up and down at the man as he actuated the situation. Mmm, cake.. Mmm, tea.. Cake-tea.. Tea-cake.. Tea'd-cake.. Caked-tea.. Aomaki salivated in his mouth that he kept tightly secured and shut. Wait. Generosity? Wait, what. Weapon?.. Would it have been like that spider?.. This man is a curious man! I want to learn more about him, that spider, that weapon, his son and about that other man. Aomaki had nodded, smiling brightly as he was going to experience something new and fascinating to himself. Aomaki stood, bowing to him lowly in order to honor him and thank him for his slicing of cake for Aomaki. This is a man of high respect and importance...I must treat him as the nobility he is lest I've my head taken off my shoulders for incompetency. Aomaki became a bit somber at the man regretting the world. "I just came from Water Country, Master. It's a travesty.. Truly devastating. What happened to Leaf was an uprising against the corrupt government.. A civil war. I didn't stay to find out who won." Aomaki stated the situations to him, hoping to appease his curiosity of the subjects. "Thank you for this cake, Master. I was very starved until now.. Zum Wohl!" Aomaki cheered his thanks for the man's kindnesses and thoughtfulnesses. Aomaki put his hands up and flicked his fingers in the air, as if telling the cake he was looking at to come to him. He blew a wind that was weaved around by his fingers that found itself spiraling around the cake, as the cake seemed to float slowly upward from the small half-container and find itself being chomped on by Aomaki's wet mouth. "Mmm.." Aomaki delightfully moaned to himself, tasting of the succulency of the pineapple cake. He swallowed and it was like pyrotechnics were firing off inside of his brain. "Oh, my Gods, this the best cake I've ever had..!" Aomaki exclaimed to himself under his breath, enjoying his meal. "A-Anything that I can do for you I shall do it, Master.. What is it you would require of me?" Aomaki asked pleadingly and easily looked up to Judori, his eyes sparkling as he wolfed down his cake. His happiness was conveyed through his facial expressions which were now exceedingly more inherent in himself.

 

[Takahashi Aki]

Judori watched at the boy devoured his share of cake. He seemed very much to have enjoyed it. For that Judori was pleased that his wife's delicious cake was capable of bringing joy to the worlds of other people. Judori would furrow his brows as he heard the boy call him master several times. Yes, the boy was not really a boy, but to the former Steward ... any male under the age of twenty was a boy to him. "My dear boy, I am a Master of Chakra, a Master of Puppets, former ruler of this land, but I am not Master over you. I am not the Hokage, nor do I ever wish to be. I was the Steward of the Realm, and like my ancestor Shiro for a time I was declared to be Guardian Protectorate of the Realm. That title now belongs to my son." Judori let out a hearty laugh, "Quite the mouthful isn't it? Guardian Protectorate of the Realm. Yes... ohoho." Judori patted his head.

Judori took in the news of the civil war in leaf. "My ancestor Shiro... he was Regent Lord of these lands during a time of civil war between the Sunahoshi. He was made Regent Lord because the Kazekage or who would have become the Kazekage was far too young, and so my ancestor became Regent Lord much to his dissatisfaction. A squabble for power occurred within the Sunahoshi clan, and one of them tried to jump the line of succession. Shiro put an end to that not once, but twice. He was much relieved when Kai became of age, and then the lass, she got tangled up with some nasty demon and Shiro rode to her aid again. Most likely on a white horse, as all good men do ... well ... my ancestor Shiro is adored by women. He's a historical romance figure... never really figured out why... he must have been a handsome devil." Judori explained before drinking some more tea. "The civil war he had wasn't so much of a war, it was more of a civil family feud. The romance writers like to buff it up to a war... but I get the idea."

"Honey what are you going on about? I'm sure you are just as handsome or handsomer than Shiro, but he was taller."<i></i> Chiyoko would poke her head in to see what was it that got her husband talking. Chiyoko was taller than her husband. Her hair was deep purple with some streaks of grey. "Oh hello. I see you're having a feast of my cake, and from the sounds of it you are greatly enjoying it."<i></i>

"One good story deserves another. Tell me lad, what brought you to Sungakure? Needed a place to rest your weary head? Came to see the legendary descendants of the First Men who freed themselves from the enslavement from the ancients? Did you come to build a sand castle?" Judori poured more tea for himself and for the lad.

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

This cake makes me want to dance. I feel festive eating it..! I feel like to honor it and its makers I must dance. Would they mind me dancing here, though? Maybe that's a bit too festive and wild for them. They're quite elderly.. I guess when I'm finished I can find someplace to dance. He tapped his gloved hands' index fingers together, feeling strange after having mooched as such. He pulled at the white choker on his neck and pulled at the buckle a bit to loosen it. Whew.. I ate a little bit too fast. I heard that if someone eats while learning they can lose a percentage of what they learned due to the activity of their eating distracting them.. I think that's an old wives' tale, though. He nodded with his mind being filled by the old man's words, listening to what was being spoken very enthusiastically. The massive grin on his face was uncontainable and largely overbearing. "Mm.. Mmhm.." He muttered under his breath in approval of the words of the man. So.. What do I call him?

Akaoni Aomaki thought to himself, his expression unchanging as his thoughts came and went. "Ja.. Okay, champion of Chakra and Puppets.. Or my graceful sir?" Aomaki spoke unthinkingly and rather drastically. Oh, no! What if he doesn't like those either? Aomaki expressed concern in his thoughts. Aomaki perked his lip to the side in protest unconsciously. "Guardian Protectorate of the Realm isn't so long to me, but if it is as you say, then I will take it as such." Aomaki came to a consensus, hoping he hit a head on the discussion of names. I still want to know what his given birthname is. Aomaki sighed to himself in his mind. That story about the Sunahoshi civil war and Shiro.. Hm.. That's quite elaborately and simply explained. This man obviously underestimates his speech skills. I would never be able to unravel such mighty complications so easily. Clearly this man has a silver tongue. I do wish to learn more about romantic figures.. They do interest me. Aomaki talked it over to himself, thinking quite in-depth about it.

"I, too, understand the idea." Aomaki retorted with a crystalline voice, attempting to clear his own pathways in order to imitate the way the man spoke so easily and clearly. I don't think.. I don't think this man is small. I don't understand why people think this man is small..!! Oh by my Gods, I'm practically the same height.. Aomaki had listened to the purple-haired woman bumping in to chime on the situation in particular and made complaints inside of his own mind. "I loved your cake, milady, it is true! It was delicious and I thank you and your betrothed for it very much." Aomaki harped his discordant thanks while being very pacified about the conversation going on. He turned his head to the older gentleman again.

"Hah.. To be truthful, not only did I need a place to rest my head, but I also needed a place to learn of the ancient past from.. And to learn of the future from, too. About an hour ago I made myself a sand castle, but a curiously bouncing stone came from the sky above me and crushed it. That was fine though, all is fun in playing. (I.. I still don't know how stones bounce around these parts..) I also wanted to find out about the eld gods of yore's lore! I want to proactively find all of the gods and see their names restored to former honor and glory to see them resurrected with the faith of their followers.. I would indeed like to see that. (Seriously, how do stones physically bounce? That doesn't make any sense!) I've also came since this is the newest home of my Master, Hoshikata Isaki, whom should be arriving shortly.. Hopefully.. He's.. Somewhere else right now I think.. I haven't been able to find him since I saved the Mist Village and Water Country refugees from the new ice age by helping them here from overseas. I've been making sure they cause no trouble, of which I have seen none from them so far. I just hope they follow lawful ways of goodness instead of cause evil. I wish to slay evil. Evil is what binds this world in darkness and in hellish nightmares unceasing and unending. I wish to break those bonds and find peace in his world! It is my true cause that I have already given my soul for! I pray to the Hidden Leaf's Goddess of Mercy and to the Storyteller, the God of Time, Chronos. I believe they speak to me and direct me to save this world from evil's perilous grasp on us all!" Aomaki chanted and cheered as he ranted and veered, going about with his arms in the air to define the circumstances as they were with his sign language helping his speech.

 

[Takahashi Aki]

Judori listened to the various names the boy had for him. "Hoho. Champion of Chakra and Puppets? My oh my. Graceful sir? My sister would roll in her grave. I lacked grace in my youth, but I acquired it over time. Hoho oh yes. I was christened in the light of the Mother Suna Pilgrims as Takahashi Judori the first... but you can call me Gramps, or Pa, or Pops." The former Steward motioned to his hand to his wife. "This is my darling wife Masashi Chiyoko." He leaned slightly forward "Don't call her Gran, or Granny though. She's not quite fifty yet... and she's somewhat ... you know touchy about her nicknames." A wide grin appeared across Judori's face.

"I heard that."<i></i> Chiyoko spoke up. She folded her arms. "My son has a daughter ... well a ward maybe a year older than you. She doesn't call me Gran though, which is ... a good thing. My hair isn't silver just yet. Heck, even my mother's hair isn't completely silver. She's been through PTSD like seven times, and she drinks, and she gambles ... you'd think that'd put her hair completely silver, but nope!"<i></i> Chiyoko smiled when Aomaki spoke of her cake. Chiyoko placed her hand around Judori's shoulders. "He usually doesn't share his cake except with Number Seven, a family friend who is an Inuzuka familiar, and my son isn't too fussy over it. He'll eat it but he prefers chocolate cake. Pity though he can't quite get his cakes right."<i></i>

"They taste like ... air. They have no taste. It's quite sad. He works so hard and is so precise with his measruements but he comes up short. Well... he does make passable waffles. Those have a taste, but he needs to put some sugar in it." Judori explained. The two listened to why the lad was here, he wanted to learn about Suna it seemed. "Gods? Well. We pray to the Ancient of the Earth Court, Mother Suna. We also ... ... well we also worship our ancestors and pray to them for guidance like ... Shiro who I mentioned a moment ago. We also ask for the One King, Primus, to guide us. He is the one who liberated us from the tyranny of the Ancients Fuujin and Homura. You see, Primus battled both of them at the same time, and bested them in ... well it wasn't single combat, it was two versus one. The two being Fuujin and Homura, and the one being Primus." Judori explained. He folded his hands together and listenedto Aomaki preach and cheer. It was an energetic display. This boy from leaf seemed to be quite an idealist. "The Goddess of Mercy, the Story Teller, and Chronus? Does the Story Teller not have a name or the Goddess of Mercy?"

Chiyoko smiled, "Darkness isn't always a bad thing. If it wasn't for the darkness we would have no shade from the blazing sun, and if not for darkness how could we sleep at night hmmm?"<i></i> It was a bit of a tease of sorts. "Never forget the sacred darkness that we have in the night. The night is dark, but not always full of terrors."<i></i>

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Meanwhile as time progresses, Aomaki thinks to himself in solemnly quiet contemplation. Scheiß, I did not mean to offend anyone as it seems I accidentally have.. I hope that Judori's sister stops rolling in her grave, for I would not want that of anyone, living or dead. I wonder what the dead think of the living.. However, it seems Judori is a very graceful and modest man. I pessimistically believe he could not have earned this level of grace so easily from his youth, and thusly he is modest for his lies for public figure. On another note I have not been christened under anyone's light before as anything.. I need to do that sometime. Hmm.. They don't share family names? Is he divorced from her but still living with her? Hrm.. I would not nickname someone something so volatile in the first place so I believe that there will be no problems. My Gods.. I wonder what this somewhat criminal granddaughter character's name is. Wait, Number Seven? I know that name! That is the companion of Okibi, that I have met before alongside Nari! Her son should learn to love this cake.. All this talk of baking and of different confection treats is making me quite hungry again. So, the Ancient of the Earth Court.. Mother Suna? Okay then, I'll need to look for her followers and her temple around here sometime later. Egh, I hope I'm not despised for not worshiping my own abusive and homicidal ancestors.. I don't like associating with them.. Primus sounds like quite a character alongside Shiro. I'll also need to learn more about this 2 on 1 battle between the Ancients Fuujin and Homura against Primus soon. Ah, they seek more information from my gods.. Time to speak up. Aomaki finished thinking to himself as he was being talked to, and took in a deep breath.

"Sir and Ma'am, I know Number Seven through previously meeting him alongside Miss Okibi and Miss Nari. It surprises me that canines can talk! I've never met such a beast before in my life that had evolved such sentience. (That day was quite a bit of a scuffle.. I still hope they can forgive me for my stupidity and my miscomings.. In general I hope they will talk to me again in the future for I lack any companions myself currently.. I really didn't mean to hurt Okibi's feelings by feeling pity for her war-scars or to dishearten Nari accidentally by being swayed by her at first.. They both sway me now however.) Anyway, my Goddess of Mercy is a figure in the Leaf that is supposed to spread judgment over the land and give mercy to those that are good and pure and innocent whenever it may be that their time has come for them to pass on into the otherworldly place they have chosen to go to. I name her 'Mercy' as her given name from myself, and I lack a clue of what her other followers might have named her. She has a massive statue erected in the mountains behind Konohagakure no Sato of her likeness, which is of a graceful smiling woman. Behind that she has a temple for her fearful followers. Also, the Storyteller's name is Chronos, and he is the God of Time. In Konohagakure no Sato he was a pagan god representing the past, present and future. I pray to him for him to rewrite time to succinctly make there only be light and peace in the world so that evil will not exist. I don't actually mean to undo lighting, the moon or colors, however. I love colors and I wouldn't want them to go away for they mean much to me. The same goes for the moon which sways the beauteous oceans for us and supplies us with light reflecting from the shining sun for our lives at night and at day, respectively." Aomaki unraveled a very large and complex string of sentences for the Missus and the Mister, explaining what was what and how things went.

 

[Takahashi Aki]

Judori's and Chiyoko's ears perked up when they both heard that he had met Number Seven and Okibi. The two of them exchanged glances. Yes. Sometimes Okibi could be a handful. They were aware of thus. "Yes... Number Seven is quite special. He used to be less fluffy and cute. I suspect that someday I will have a bunch of puppies running about in the house because my son's dog and her dog seem like really like each other. Oh it's quite heartwarming."<i></i> Lately the house was becoming quite full of pets. There was Lady/Peaches, and Griefer/Zen. The Masashi wasn't quite sure which name to call which dog. Then Okibi had acquired those ... birds. They were quite strange, but cute as well. Sousuke had recently saved those Lyrons (Red Lions who were metallic in nature, and slightly larger). Chiyoko put her foot down on those entering the house. They were quite large after all... and quite bulky.

The two of them continued listening to Aomaki as he described the Goddess of Mercy. It seemed that she really didn't have a name, and that she was a generic good figure. "Ah... so it is a self-imposed name then..." Judori would say as he continued listening intently. Curiously the Story Teller was also the God of Time? That was an interesting concept, it made sense to Judori, but usually cultures would spread things across. "Now then lad. I think you were here for a passport no?" Judori pulled out the forms and stacked them. "You're not one of us, so this is going to be ... something different." He looked over the forms. "Name? Well. I should have asked this sometime ago.... applicant is not of Suna origin... hrmph..." Judori made a note that Aomaki was a traveler of sorts. "You do realize that this document I'm preparing is going to be valid here for a few months. It'll get you back in... but as for the other villages, I promise you nothing."

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Heh. Puppy love. Wonder how sentient dogs got together and.. Well, best not too think too hard on that subject. Instead just think about the puppies that are the fruit of such.. Writhing. .. Not even writhing. What?.. .. Okay, stop thinking about that, you weirdo. Jeez. Aomaki fought with himself on the subject of canidae mating rituals and their spoils. He mentally slapped himself. Stupid mental images.. Blah.. He flustered and thought. Blah. Heh. Aomaki went over the details and wondered how such a smart animal came to be, again. Hmm, that was indeed something to think about. "Could.. Could you tell me more about those girls and those animals? I'm inexperienced and I do not know much about the others for my skills in sociality are lackluster and I also do not recall learning about such beasts while I was being schooled. Especially the animals, now, are what I wish to learn about. Such magic is strong and I wish to learn more about that in particular." Aomaki had asked of the kindly lady, hoping to gain more foresight and knowledge.

"Uhrm, yes, indeed I was here for such. Mostly just needing legal documents since I'm an undocumented figure since my original papers were burnt in a fire during that Civil War in the Leaf.. Heh, sorry.." He nervously chuckled out, putting his hands behind his back as he looked down a bit, feeling bad about being unable to retrieve his bare basics simply because of the inanity of others. Keen destructing devils they were, those uprising folk in the civil war. "Oh, I hope it will not be so different as that I will be unable to do anything with what is bestowed upon me.. I'm sorry for being so unhelpful.." He spoke aloud more softly. "Again, I am Akaoni Aomaki if it's needed. I have no idea what age I am really but I think I'm 17. Just a peacekeeper from the Leaf, originally from the Red Demon Rice Paddies in Fire Country. Those Rice Paddies don't exist anymore I think. Sorry.." He scoffed a bit and shrugged at what he spoke of. "I did not know the villages were not at peace currently. However its warranty and its validities are fine by me, and I must say I thank you many thousands of times for this, once again." He thanked the helpful gentleman as he glowed a smile from his face.

 

[Takahashi Aki]

"You should meet my son. He's not much of a socialite... but he's learning."<i></i> Judori rolled his eyes at Chiyoko. Once upon a time Judori too wasn't really a socialite, but that was because he was constantly busy in his Stewardship of the realm. "I can't say much about Nari - she's a distant cousin of sorts haven't really been close to that side of the family. Okibi is ... well ... she's like a grand-daughter of sorts to us."<i></i> Judori gave his wife a curious look. Did she just admit to? No. Surely not. "She's an energetic outgoing girl who sometimes bites off more than she can chew... but hey she manages it."<i></i>

During this time, Judori had continued to process the paperwork filling in what Aomaki had given him, "Alright Maki, you don't mind if I call you Maki do you? I'll put you down as 17, and that you have ... non-violent tendancies. There's no need to apologize lad... we humans are subjected to many things at the whims of the gods and goddesses." Judori pushed the card forward to the lad. "We in Suna stay within our boundaries. The Kazekage Family has ... ... well most of them have died off save for one. Sunahoshi Daisuke. He is somewhere out there in the wilds. It is the Sunahoshi who keep the Diamond Maelstrom at bay, but because there is none present the desert storms have grown out of our control. Suffice to say ... it is rare for us to see visitors. We're at war here with the elements, and there's the various odd bandit group who attempts to invade our borders. I would say that we're ... ... I suppose you could call it a peace with other ninja nations, but we just don't ... correspond much with them."

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

"To meet your son would be a pleasurable experience equal in honorability to that of which I have been graced with by your presences." Aomaki gleamed a friendly look as he smiled brightly and took a courteous bow downward. He noticed the strife between the two that had been mounting ever since the two men had been fed pineapple cake. He wondered why it was that they had this kind of passive-aggressive altercating between each other but he didn't really care, for he was not their age and he would not truly learn about it until later on in his life. He thought over about the information. Is everyone in Sand related? Hmm.. Inuzuka to Uchiha.. Aomaki pondered by himself as he tapped his finger on his two lips while listening whilst being sanctified about his materials. Well, if I can't learn about the Shiba I'll learn about the Inuzuka. Aomaki assured himself for his later questioning of them, bobbing his head up and down as he lightly hummed a low tune. She sure does bite off a lot of sweets.. That was funny about her considering this is what they thought of her.

He looked down at the man writing his papers for him so diligently, Such a work-hard man.. He thought about his graces. I wonder what it is that he abides by morally. I, too, wish to abide by whatever it is. Aomaki grew a big grin thinking so many wondrous things. At the beckoning of his attention from his new nickname he shook his head at being asked if he minded. After he was listed off as what he was he nodded at Judori. He nodded again in agreement with Judori's pearls of wisdom. He looked down at the card that was slid toward him, and took it in his hands, opening it up before himself to read of its contents. Ah.. Okay then. He thought, nodding that he knew it looked good. He closed it and pocketed it into an opening in the side of his white robe. He patted a button into place to secure it. He intently listened to the older steward's tales of what the family was and of the peoples of it that held this windy and sandy place in place, correcting what should be done and not being able to help some things. He sighed at the darkly tales. "I hope the people of Mist and Water that came with me are good enough visitors to satiate any wanderlust you may have obtained by being so lonesome here, sir." He spoke in a blatant voice, making it known he hoped they accepted them. "Please tell me more about Okibi if possible ma'am, I'd like to know more about her," he asked the woman, then turning to the man, "please tell me more about these bandits and how I can help quell them." He finished, putting his hand on his sword and on his scythe, nodding to him that he was an efficient peacekeeper.

 

[Takahashi Aki]

"You should be able to catch him at the Kazekage Tower or Keystone Prime." There was a slight pause. His son had also been spending quite a bit of time at Yume's as of late. Trying to hone his 'cooking' skills as it were. Well ... given his son's display at his surprise birthday party which was also the holiday party, it would seem that Yume had indeed quite caught Sousuke's attention. It was good to see his son in a developing relationship. Yume was a classy girl, and someone the former Steward had no problems with. Judori snapped back as he watched Aomaki pocket the document he had just made for him. "Well Maki. I know that you know to keep that document safe, but I'm going to tell you to keep in safe anyways. It's a fatherly thing to do." Aomaki spoke of how he hoped that the people of Kirigakure were lawful people. "Oooh... I wouldn't worry. My son engaged with their former medical sennin a few days back... but between you and me, I think she might be a fire starter. Hah the irony. It slays me hohohho."

"...And what is that supposed to mean?"<i></i> Chiyoko would pipe up. Her eyes shifting to the side at Judori. She held up her index finger and a small spawn of fire appeared. She waved her finger. "From what Sousuke described her as, it didn't sound to me like she had a fire infinity... anyways don't worry lad, we're taking good care of the folk from Kirigakure. Most of them are up and about now after being attended to by our medical staff."<i></i> Following that Aomaki made a further inquiry about Okibi. Chiyoko wondered why he had such a keep interest in her. "Well... what else is there to say? She's a fighter. My son made her replacement arm from a sky rock, one of them... what the scientific term... meteor? Yeah that. We had a meteor land here a number of years ago. Neat thing that... but getting to see it is a different story. She's got a nasty left hook... she doesn't bake, or clean my windows... She uh... hates my mother, but hey I do too."<i></i>

From there the conversation would lead into Suna's more recent dealings. "They're just thugs lad. Well paid, well informed, well numbers thugs. Annoying thugs, but worry not. We've cleared the lot of them out. Tell me though lad, how do you dual wield a scythe and a sword? Curious combination if you ask me."

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

"Ah, so I see! Much appreciated good sir!" Aomaki had retorted to the locations being given to him. He rubbed his cheek and tilted his head when the man had paused to think to himself. All men needed such times to themselves. Once Aomaki had pocketed the document he jumped a bit at the quick-witted man's response to his action, and nodded in his affirmation of being protective of such documentations for himself. "Yes sir, I will keep it safe, this I promise!" He promised to the man heartily, his eyes open wide and big as he looked proudly at him. He had such zealous pride.. He wondered if he could actually be considered a zealot however. He listened to what the man thought of Kirigakure no Sato's Medical Sennin and smirked smugly, but immediately put on a blank face once Chiyoko prodded him on it. "We wouldn't want you slain now, my good sir!" Aomaki jokingly said to Judori with a funny voice about it. He straightened himself and reaffirmed his original positions and looks.

Aomaki's eyes went from side to side as Chiyoko waved and waggled a fiery finger in the air at Judori. "Hehe." He chuckled lightly to himself at the situation. It was indeed quite funny. Judori was a funny man. Chiyoko was a lucky woman, to have such a comedic and dependable man as a husband. "Thank you Ma'am, I'm glad to hear they're all doing well." Aomaki thanked her with his interpersonal infinite gratuity. Aomaki flexed his fingers on and over the others from both to each hand's digits quite a bit nervously when he realized she was going to tell him about the other thing he asked. His head hurt as he realized he asked quite a stupid thing. Why would I ask about such personal things.. He disciplined and punished himself mentally with his self-berating questions. He nodded and bowed deeply after she finished talking to him about her, realizing how it might have been a little uncomfortable to talk about her from what she had said about her in general. "I'm.. I'm sorry, Ma'am. I asked a stupid question, please forgive me." He apologized sorrowfully to Chiyoko, looking down to hide a small fleck of a strangely iridescent and indescribable emotion.

"Oh.. Okay, I'm glad to hear they're gone now for whatever time it is." He said to Judori, then listening to his questions on his weaponry. "Oh, these? I don't normally dual-wield if that's what you're asking, but usually I take one at a time and use its original (or rather, my customized) stance alongside my magicks to use against my enemies. They're the weapons I know how to use most easily beyond the others I know how to use." He finished his explanation after looking down and touching his weapons thoughtfully so as to recall things.

 

[Takahashi Aki]

"Oh I love this big lout too much to do anything to him. Except not to stop feeding him for pineapple cake for a day."<i></i> Chiyoko grinned and placed her hands on Judori's shoulders. Both Chiyoko and Judori joined in a chorus of laughter as Aomaki spoke in a silly tone about how he didn't want Judori to be slain. "Oh come now. Don't apologize. You can inquire so much, but don't prod a lion while sleeping hm? That is to say, don't dig too deep, or else you might not be able to get yourself out of the hole."<i></i> Chiyoko nodded her head at the lad as he seemed to have realized that the hole he was digging was getting pretty deep so to speak. Chiyoko herself wasn't ready to give the boy the entire life story of her son's ward either. The consort of the former Steward did notice a sort of down heartedness. "Here let's get you another slice of cake... cake is always good."<i></i> She said as she sliced another piece and placed it before him.

Aomaki next went to tell Judori that he didn't duel wield both sword and scythe, merely he used one at a time. He spoke of using magic against his foes as well. Judori folded his hands and nodded his head. "My son is a wielder of marshal weaponry. I've seen him wield both axe and sword... but not a scythe. A scythe requires a different skill set, and oftentimes it is best to consider the way of the Whirling Dervish. They dance with their scythes instead of using brute force, but even then their twirling isn't always the answer to brute force." Judori advised. "Heh. I suppose if a scythe comes easily to you, then most marshal weaponry should be ... I would say elementary to you? Hohohoho." Judori chuckled.

"You're trying to get Sousuke to say that lately, aren't you? You so very badly want him to say 'Elementary my dear Okibi, he was murdered in the pantry by the butler with the bat'? I don't know why you're so fixated upon the word. Poor Shiego, when you were both young men, I heard you say the same thing to him almost weekly."<i></i> Chiyoko rolled her eyes.

"Why my loving dearest Chiyoko, the reason in itself is ... elementary? Is it always not? People see but they don't observe."

"I wonder where I've heard from..."<i></i>

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

"Ah, so I see it clearly then, Ma'am. Haha, that is quite something." Aomaki chortled jovially with them after finishing speaking. He thought that he was quite funny. I hope I please them.. Aomaki thought to himself as he smiled at them. He blushed kindly and put his right arm behind his head and scritched himself gently in his emotions. "Indeed, that is a great advice of which I should follow more often.. I will accept the pearl wholeheartedly and abide by the rule whenever applicable from now on, Ma'am." Aomaki agreed with her with a deep nod in of what she spoke of to him. His eyes lit up when she offered him another piece of sweet, sweet pineapple cake. "Ah, I give you a plethora of thanks for this act of kindness! This pineapple cake and its succulencies," he waved his hands about the cake in the air to catch it with his elemental wind magicks and bring it closer to himself for him to eat without making a mess of the place like usual unmagical handling did and continued speaking in a muffled voice with his mouth full of delicious pineapple cake, "ahr phhrf'ctuh!"

"Mmm, hmhmmhmm.. Om, nom nom.." He quite noisily finished the last bite and plopped in the last bit into his swollen cheeks with his index finger. That's not to say that he dared eat with his mouth open or dared to make a mess. He was quite acute about such disturbances and he followed the golden rule of etiquette, though sometimes it's impossible to contain noises of pure ecstasy and jubilance. "In the name of the Goddess and/or God of cookery, I say that you rival and are comparable in chef skills to those formers of such Godcraft!" Aomaki extended his pleasantry to her to engage her reaction to his delights he reveled in by her marvelous creations. Then his attention was caught by Judori talking about weaponcraft. Aomaki pardoned himself a bit and quaintly listened to the intellectual wiseman Judori was. Mmm, I wonder what kind of match I would be against an axe-and-sword dualwielder. That seems like only pure talent could practice such harsh taijutsu. Aomaki tapped his lip with his index finger and thought to himself as he listened to Judori continuing on to speak. Whirling Dervish? Never heard of it.. "Sir, I must beg your pardon, for I have no knowledge of the ways of the Whirling Dervish. I'm a freehand guerrilla fighter myself, and I have my own self-taught stylizations and stances for mortal combat against my enemies." Aomaki pleaded Judori for elaboration into the subject, and listened more however. "Elementary? Well, a second nature, but not so elementary as the arcane is for me I must say, Sir." Aomaki told him of what he was again, and smiled at his laughter.

Aomaki sat as he listened to Chiyoko ponder Judori's intentions. To be honest to himself, Aomaki had no idea what saying "Elementary, my dear.." really meant. He did, however, understand that Judori was speaking of things that come easily to a man when he was speaking to him. Aomaki's ears visibly perked at the almost-beckoning sound of Okibi's name being spoken. The name echoed and rung deep into his mind. He steely stilled himself and swiftly looked at Chiyoko, professionally blinking his question for as to why Sousuke would be saying that a man was murdered in a pantry by a butler wielding a bat, using his own batting eyelashes that spelt out the interrogative words in morse code. For this his head was tilted to the side almost horizontally, his index finger prodded his lower lip and he made a low and inquisitive "Hrrm?" utterance. He felt a bit left out. These people had such histories here.. He felt kind of distraught about it, knowing he really hadn't done anything himself.

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[Takahashi Aki]

Chiyoko chuckled at the remark of how many compliments were coming her way from the child. "Oh. I never knew my cakes were comparable to god craft. Careful now or else I may need to kidnap you to taste all of my cakes."</B><i></i> She joked. It was such a delight to hear such words of praise. Not that she was given compliments often by her husband, it was just nice to hear it coming from someone else.

Judori folded his hands together. "The whirling dervish are a group of travelling performers. They are a group of dancers... but when threatened they wield scythes. They are also trained in the use of wind magic. They might be difficult to find these days as they are gypsies and always wandering... yet strangely enough if you're looking for them you will find them within a week." Judori described. "Whirling Dervishes are trained from the age of three to dance, but learning their fighting skills should take a few months. Granted it depends on how much of a mastery you wanted to have over their skill set for combat purposes."

Judori smirked when he heard the confused noises came out of Aomaki and how confused he looked. "Hohoho." Judori chuckled. "Never played Cluedo or more commonly known as Clue Maki?" He inquired. The obvious answer was no, but he had to ask. There was always a chance that he played the game but never made the connection. "It's a board game of sorts. Each player upon their turn has to become a detective and figure out a murder. I usually win these games, except when my son plays in which it comes down to a draw or a very close match up." A wide smile came across Judori's face.

"You did cheat on time, and Sousuke found you out."<i></i> Chiyoko spoke bringing the mirth to a very sobering state. Her eyes shifted very slowly to her husband. <B>"Yes. You once had the victim murdered themselves with the lead pipe. You had them commit suicide. The rules say you cannot do this. You knew that."

"Oh pish posh. The rules are wrong. Of course you can murder yourself with a lead pipe." Chiyoko gave him a very annoyed look. "Oh fine. It would be quite stupid. This I can agree to... but I had to admit, it was most entertaining to see you think things out. But yes Maki, I do enjoy this board game quite a bit. A good mental exercise."

 

[Akaoni Aomaki]

Aomaki was serious. Aomaki was vain. Aomaki was.. in a pineapple cake-filled heaven. Aomaki's eyes tried to look deeply into Chiyoko's. "They are most comparable to it, Ma'am, I assure you of it. To be careful in this world I feel I should be, but to let you kidnap me I would not mind it a bit if it were for your delicious cakes." Aomaki cunningly stated, hoping to be stolen and whisked away to a land filled with cake. Aomaki felt a bit concerned for something afterward, rubbing his index finger on his bottom lip. It was a bit raw. Some words came into mind. "Vulgar." Why did this word pop into his mind? "Ashen." .. What? "Barren." Aomaki felt concerned for something indeed. There was a strange feeling in his chest all the sudden.

Aomaki put his hands into his lap and looked forward and to the side, putting his eye contact on Judori as he shrugged to himself and began processing memories so as to talk to Aomaki. Aomaki then contemplatively listened to what he had to say. Travelling performers? Hmm.. Dancing travelling performers? .. .. .. Delicious. Oh, hm, more? Okay.. Hm.. To wield scythes when threatened whilst ye be just solely dancers.. Such a thing, now.. Ah, wind magicks! I do like to demonstrate my moves on the dance floor.. I like to carry a scythe and use it to defend others with, and I use the arcane of the wind magicks! Ah, gypsies.. Too easy a people. Wanderers are fine. And.. To meet them within seven days? What!? Always!? .. Magic. It was fine, it was just magic. Ok. Okay, more.. Age three. That's.. That's too young. I, at least, started learning how to assassinate people when I was four.. Aomaki shivered to himself, almost as if a cold, chilling draft came in and swept past him, though really he was just thinking about dark thoughts and memories to himself. Okay, they sound fairly easy from what I understand of them thus far, and they have my fullest attention and curiosity. I'll look for them whenever I can so I may learn of their skills, their dances and their ways since they seem so much like myself. Aomaki nodded deeply his own bow for Judori, thanking him for telling him of those peoples.

Aomaki felt a little bit side-winded. His head was spinning, and he felt a little bit boggled. Aomaki tilted his head just a little bit more to the side. Aomaki pursed his lips crookedly to his left side and looked downward as he listened to the man chuckle. "I've.. I've never played such a game named either "Cluedo" or "Clue". It sounds a little bit.. Deadly.." He stated his dissatisfactory confusion to answer the man's tugging questions. He frowned to himself, wondering what a real, Sand childhood was like. A.. bored game? Wait, what? That didn't make sense. Did he say board? He must have said board. Not sure what that means.. A detective for a murder, eh? I could.. Maybe, get behind something, like that.. Uh.. So I see.. My bold man and his bodacious son are also innate winners.. I feel like nothing. Sigh. Aomaki thought to himself in his small and ever-so shallow depression.

Aomaki looked to Chiyoko talk about how Judori cheated. My man, Judori, cheating? What? No way! There must be some hidden.. .. Something hidden so as to why he cheated, it shall tell of, and help me understand him just a bit better.. Aomaki realized how the situation that was something tense became more calm but still incredibly, ridiculously and truthfully active. Aomaki sank into the seat and diminished in size, realizing this small familial feud was something he didn't want to be a part of. Oh, my Gods.. Help me out of this awkwardness.. Aomaki prayed silently in his own sanctification.

Aomaki's ears perked up at his nickname being spoken. A good mental exercise, eh? Okay then. Aomaki somewhat grimaced, but managed to turn it into a beaming smile of pure lies. "Wakarimashitake, my good Sir." He understandingly spoke to him.

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[Takahashi Aki]

Oh what a treat this child was. He absorbed information readily and upon availability. Sousuke as a child was always in control, but this one seemed to be like a fish out of water, or so Judori observed. Like all children who came upon a true challenged, they seemed to grow diminished for a time before bouncing back. Judori folded his hands together, "Never played Cluedo? Shame that. We'll have to fix that some time. I'll give myself a handicap ... or maybe I'll just referee the match." Judori spoke with a grin on his face. Chiyoko saw the grin, and shook her head. "Maybe I'll get Okibi and her boyfriend to play. I want to see that lad Tama."

"If you were there for her birthday..." Chiyoko reminded him, "I think Tama is a smart lad. He knows what he's doing. Maybe, just maybe he'll equalize both you and Sousuke."<i></i> Chiyoko's eyes shifted over to Aomaki. "Maybe Maki here will best all of us."<i></i> As Chiyoko spoke of this, Judori removed from his pocket his daily planner. "You're not serious about this are you? Are you planning a Cluedo match are you?"<i></i> She would inquire as Judori stopped at a date.

"Maki. Lad. The twenty-seventh. Come to dinner at the Kazekage tower. Then, and only then will be be able to find out if you have an aptitude for Cluedo. I will arrange the rest, except for the making of the actual dinner. My darling wife will do that for me." Judori announced with a firmness in his voice. He seemed to be most adamant about this. His expression was that of a stone statue. "Yes. I think that'll do quite nicely. Now then ... hrm ..." He paused for a moment thinking heavily upon the matter. "Yes. The twenty-seventh. Come at ... seven? Bring your appetite. Your wits... and your good humor bwaha." The former sennin seemed most pleased with this encounter. "This day is far from over, now then go forth and enjoy yourself, and may you find success in your many undertakings." A wide smile would appear across Judori's face as he bid Maki farewell.

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[Akaoni Aomaki]

Aomaki placed himself on the ground instead of in the chair. He was thinking to himself about something in the momentary quiet. Something he was listening to, something he was thinking about, something he was going to do. This was his small cycle of how he engaged others. He had to take it out of context and think about how he did things for a bit. It was a bit strange. He felt strange. He had only the singular moment to examine how he did things compared to others that he engaged with, but he just felt so strange.. He awoke from his temporary trance to listen again to Judori. Judori made him smile with his kind words, but then...something crude penetrated the ears of Aomaki. It was something he was never expecting. Something he had never wanted. Something he never knew would happen. Something he knew happened in this world, though. Something that made him lose his smile, but just made him a bit expressionless. It was.. It was a little bit of a dance in hell, life was. It was always throwing things at him to see what he would do. Karma had it in for Aomaki. Aomaki shook his head. No. It's time to smile. Be happy for others. Don't be so greedy. Aomaki thought to himself, having already been through this before. He knew the stupid feelings that could well up in a man over time and make him do even more stupider things. It wasn't a time to sing and cry out for the affections of one you coveted only to yourself. Everyone existed to be and be with everything and everyone they ever wanted to be and love. Ye dearest Gods.. Aomaki whined in his mind a bit, but began to say (or rather, think) something afterward it. ..Please just let there be peace with all that deserve of it. He finalized his emotional status, psychological status and newfound physiological statuses all at once in just a few words he prayed to those he believed in. Well, that was definitely new.

First things go first. It was time to get acquainted with this man. Aomaki wanted to make sure the man treated people (especially one singular, very special "person") rightly and justly. Aomaki's ears were hugely opened now. He was listening to every single word and taking everything straight to heart right now. Aomaki was just as vain as he always was. And then, his eyes opened a bit. He was a bit blind before, it seemed. He forgot about himself in the frustration of not having things for himself that made him want others to have only good things. His life was always quite a predicament like that.. Aomaki watched as the man did small things to note and plan. Aomaki grinned. A challenge! In his imagination, he roared like a fierce, bestial bear that was looking up to the skies above, the fullest, whitest moon out as darkness encroached around him through the fog and smoke in the deadwood thicket as he kept his cool and calm, his patience and endeavoring paying off as his courage and pride showed through glorious strength and faith.

We shall fight soon, friends. We shall strive for victory. There shall be no shame in loss. There shall only be pride in eternal struggle! He thought to himself, wanting to triumph so badly. You could see it in his eyes, that gleam. He was so satisfied with the situation, it was unbelievable. He looked out of his trance again at the man and woman, the grin taking up about 90% of his face. The twenty-seventh.. Yes! Rawh, I can feel my blood boiling! We shall do this, and it shall be legendary! There shall be tales forever told of this time! They, the bards, shall whisper unto the winds and sing merrily of our adventures in this world, and of our grand fight! The heavens shall part and shall embrace us with holy light! They shall say, wherever there is darkness and evil, "Let there be Light," and then those unholy shall be smitten and struck down! ... Maybe I was going too far with this. Whatever! It's still going to be great! He cheered to himself slightly. "Sir, yes, Sir!" was the only thing he said, beyond whatever they might have garnered and gleaned about his expressions and emotions throughout this all. He waved as he disappeared into the daylight of the falling evening.

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