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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Feb 9, 2011 2:55:07 GMT
You stir, mumbling. The bed is too cold, where are you covers? In a groggy state you reach around for the blanket but you can’t find it. Still, you don’t give up. Not yet! Oops, maybe you were too ambitious, falling off your bed. Thud! “Ouch”, you whine. But that was the price of using an elevated mattress instead of just a futon, well at least you found the blanket.
You crawl to your knees and yawn, morning already? You feel the soreness radiating from your limbs. “Haa”, you stand, raising your arms, standing on your tip toes for a nice stretch. You scratch your head and shuffle your hair, messy as ever.
The bathroom floor is too cold too! In a hurry you do a crab walk into the shower, tossing your clothes out after getting in. Now, the water. You cautiously grip the shower faucet, knowing that a single cm can make the difference from freezing cold and scalding hot. You steady your hands and quickly turn the faucet, using your excellent ninja skills. “FFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAH,” You scream. You overshot the mark. You come out looking flustered, way too pink from the burning hot water. From the freezer into the boiling pot. Truly! Mastering the shower faucet was certainly proof of a great ninja.
You wrap a towel around yourself and brush your teeth. “Aaaah”, your jaw gaping wide open as you try to get just the right spots in the back. Your spit out the minty foam and gargle and rinse out the rest. “Alright!” Smiling into the mirror as you pin on your hairclip. Now to get something to eat…
You look around in the fridge and see some milk. Aged? Can’t be that bad…cereal then! You take another look at the milk. Expired 3 days ago? No way…I couldn’t have been eating this for 3 days, you squint and stare down the milk curiously before popping the cap and taking a whiff of it. Doesn’t smell like it’s soured either. Hah? Weird, maybe they mislabel the milk to make more money.
A) Just have the milk, it was fine for the past 3 days.
B) Go out to a restaurant for breakfast
C) Go out and buy some food
D) Try to find a friend to mooch off of
I want to start one for Han too but I couldn't think of anything good for him...I get a Naruto (from the series start) vibe from Fu which I think can be fun. But Han can steam his own dumplings and buns! Imagine the possibilities!
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Post by giga on Feb 9, 2011 3:56:28 GMT
D
The secret to budgeting is having others pay for your food.
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Post by brokenkusanagi on Feb 9, 2011 7:02:57 GMT
D
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Post by vegeta on Feb 9, 2011 7:06:29 GMT
D vote.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Feb 10, 2011 1:45:38 GMT
You put the milk back in the refrigerator. “Errr” Maybe someone can buy you breakfast instead, with some coaxing of course. Maybe those guys from your last mission, they were pretty nice! You open up your closet and survey your clothes. Hmmm…you look through every identical outfit in serious consideration. “Ah!” You pick the one second from the left. A short sleeveless blouse, cut off into fishnets and cut off at the midriff and an apron skirt netted with fishnets underneath, always worn very low, but that wasn’t your fault, the fishnets were too tight otherwise. And of course your sleeves and headband.
You open the door and run out…only to return in a few moments. “Aaaah, cold.” You run back to your closet to pick the one unique item, a cloak for those cold missions. On the way out you stop at the fridge. The milk can’t be good anymore anyway…, feeling that you won’t need it, you grab it and empty it into the sink, still looks smooth going down, ah well.
You find yourself immediately on a residential block, but you only really have one neighbor, this creepy old guy who always shouts at you when you walk by, the other hut like houses were empty, though they always looked fine. Luckily the crazy old man wasn’t here this morning. You run with your arms kept under your cloak hoping to find your allies from the mission a few days ago. It was pretty simple, just some escort for a troop of merchants. You get yourself into the market area, a ring of stores, literally. You think you spot two of them, a jounin and chuunin. The jounin was pretty cool and his hair was great too, long and silky like a woman’s, in fact…he did look a little…girlish. The chuunin, a young girl, around your age perhaps with medium length brown hair tied into a tail.
You sprint up, “Hey!”, now waving as you see them turn around. You run up behind them but they only turn back and start walking away at a faster pace. “Oi!” You run in front and stop them. “What’s wrong with you two?” You try to pat the chuunin’s shoulder, but she just avoids it.
“Just keep away from us.” They both give you a cold glance before walking around you.
“H-hey! What the hell?” You run up, ignoring the onlookers, and force them to face you, tugging their shoulders. “I thought we’d have breakfast together or something.” You start to feel a little nervous.
The chuunin pulls out something…oh, coins, money. “You can just eat by yourself!” She tosses some of the coins at your face, harmless to the body but…
The jounin grabs the chuunin by the arm pulling her close, “hey, don’t do that”, you can hear him whisper. “You’ll make it mad.” They both start walking very briskly, leaving you in stark anger. You look around and see the other villagers staring and whispering their gossip. You feel an intense anger, something that’s been boiling for ages stirring once more. You look up and see the pair still in sight. “Grr”
A) Go run up to them and beat the crap out of the chuunin girl
B) Just swallow it and go elsewhere, you don’t have any money on you though
C) Take the money on the ground and try to get breakfast somewhere
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Post by vegeta on Feb 10, 2011 1:58:00 GMT
B vote
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Post by Yushinoki on Feb 10, 2011 2:01:37 GMT
Go 7-tails and level the village.
...B
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Post by kieo on Feb 10, 2011 6:42:41 GMT
C. Money's money take it when you can
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Feb 10, 2011 7:57:47 GMT
Your fist clench, your jaw snaps shut, and your eyes clamp. The anger begins to subside but you try to kick at the dirty money that bitch tossed. You don’t even really hit those tiny coins, only kicking up dust, but still. Ignoring everything, you run away from the market ring, pushing anyone in the way, out.
You eventually get back to the house…well, the hut. Your stomach grumbles but you threw out the milk at home…still, there was cereal. You stomp into your house, tossing the cloak off as you enter and open up the kitchen cupboard and grab the box. You open it up and find a tiny portion inside. You try to scoop it up with your hands but it’s even less than a handful. You let out a sigh of exasperation before tossing it all into your mouth and start chewing. “Hmm…” You run to the sink and start spitting it out, “Ugh!” Stale…maybe even worse, moldy…you rinse out your mouth for the second time today. Eating that kind of crap would probably worse than eating anything at all. You look around for something to do but the house is pretty empty. Your stomach grumbles again. It was frustrating, they never gave you money for missions, after all, who pays a “tool” that’s meant to be used at the village’s discretion; though you were supposed to get rations that were never offered. You leave the hut, this time leaping onto the slanted roof. First taking a seat on it, then laying down, watching the few but huge clouds float by, blocking out the sun perfectly.
The entire village hated you, even the ones you fought with side by side on the battlefield. Worse than the villagers, most of the ninja even saw you as nothing but a mindless beast, inhuman and made for killing. They made you that way. Who would choose this…you stare off into the sky but your vision is blurred and your mind is elsewhere.
“Yo! I can see your panties from here”, a voice teases. Your face burns red and you immediately sit up trying to cover your skirt.
“You pervert!” You shout. It’s a lanky young man, looking scruffy and lazy. With him is a cart pulled by some sort of bison or buffalo.
A) Go down and beat him up and destroy his cart, ask questions later
B) Ask questions first, maybe destroy his stuff and beat him up if you’re not satisified.
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Post by giga on Feb 10, 2011 13:22:15 GMT
B
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Post by someclown911 on Feb 10, 2011 14:20:54 GMT
Uh... someone was just nice to us. Let's not beat him up and break his stuff, k? So B, under the condition that we dont beat him up or break his stuff.
Yes, hitting on us is nice, no matter how lame the line
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Post by kieo on Feb 11, 2011 5:31:58 GMT
B, as tempting as beating up random people is
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Post by someclown911 on Feb 11, 2011 5:34:26 GMT
yeah, theres your 3 votes. Lets make a friend and get him to pay for our food so we dont get a game over by starving to death
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Feb 11, 2011 6:04:08 GMT
“Who are you! Just what the hell do you want!” you shout down at him, still holding down the front of your skirt.
He tugs at his shirt collar a bit and looks up. “Ah, you forgot me?” He turned to his cart and unraveled some sort of foil banner, though that’s not what you notice, your attention instead turns to the seats built into the thing. “You were part of the team that helped us?” He question obviously rhetorical.
“Oh!” Though you acknowledge his claim, you’re unsure and just a bit suspicious. You have no memories of him being part of the merchant group you were assigned to escort the other day, though to his claim, you didn’t particularly talk to the merchants. Plus, he was pretty friendly… and cute. But he probably didn't know what you were.
You stand on the roof, but the back of your skirt gets caught on some part of the roof, causing you to fall into a tumble instead. As you roll off the end of the slanted roof you let out a yelp, and though it may have just been some weird perception of time, the merchant boy suddenly appears right below you, calmly catching you.
“That was close!” He grins, showing off in a way. But you’re not really focused on him so much as how he moved several meters in a split second; he was just a merchant…right? He lets you down, and you let out a nervous, “heh”, followed by a rub of your neck.
“Thanks…so…why are you here?” You inquire
“Ah, well, I just thought this would be a good place to start my business!” He stretches his arms in happy exclamation.
“No, I mean, here. The stores are over there.” You point out back at the direction of the market circle and the merchant boy casually peeks at it without much care.
“Oh, I was already there”, he says coolly. “I saw what happened there, with you and that girl, you know?” His lips spread into beautiful smile, aimed at you no less. “So, what happened? Fight with your friend?”
“Uhh”, you’re taken aback, eyeing the cart and the bull, avoiding eye contact. “Nothing, nothing!” The feel of butterflies in your stomach, what did they call that? Stage fright? Wait what? No. You were just nervous. “Come on, it’ll be better if you work it out”, he blinks his brows at you, suggesting you confess.
A) Insist that it’s nothing
B) Make up a lie (suggestions)
C) Tell him that you’re a jinchuuriki
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Post by vegeta on Feb 11, 2011 6:05:02 GMT
If this guy really cares, he shouldn't mind the truth.
C vote
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Post by someclown911 on Feb 11, 2011 6:10:21 GMT
C. He's a cool guy, I can feel it!
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Feb 11, 2011 8:04:42 GMT
It’s better to start a friendship without any lies or secrets right? How else could you tell if anyone could really accept you for who you really are? “Ah, right…well” your eyes still shifting around. “I’m a jinchuuriki.” A pause while you wait for the inevitable backlash.
“I see…that’s cool!” He scrunches his face for a hearty laugh.
“H-hey…do you even know what that is?” You feel like smacking your own face in exasperation…this guy.
“Hmm? Well of course!” He shows off his surprisingly flashy teeth once more. “So you’re like possessed right?”
“Wel- wait…what?” Your jaw drops, feeling dumbfounded. You put some thought into it and simply decide to agree, nodding slowly.
“Hah! See? I know what it is”, he triumphantly claims. “Anyway…I guess you’re hungry hmm?”
“How do you know that?” You squint suspiciously.
“Ah, well, I thought you went there for food or something. Because your fri-oops, that girl said something about eating!”
“Oh…right”, you ponder on the possibility that this guy is actually some sort of stalker or bounty hunter after your jinchuuriki head but quickly discard the thought.
“How about I make you something?” He points his thumb at his cart.
It was pretty big. A restaurant cart! Your eyes practically shine. “Of course!” Friendly, good looking, and a cook too! Too good to be true!~
As the merchant boy starts walking to his cart you turn away from him to do some private thinking. Hmm…too good to be true indeed. It wouldn’t be the first time someone pulled a mean prank on you...
You recall a certain instance two years back. A really bad case: an older guy offered to take you out on a date. You ended up getting pelted with rocks and being insulted until you hospitalized 3 people. After that? Locked in a dark cage for two weeks.
You tremble at the thought, an unsteady heart.
“Hey, come on, I’ll make you something good!” He had that goofy grin on again while waving. It seems inviting but you’re reluctant.
A) Reject it out right
B) Make up a reason to avoid him
C) Accept
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Post by kieo on Feb 11, 2011 8:07:07 GMT
C
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Post by Forte on Feb 11, 2011 8:09:08 GMT
Eh. C vote.
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Post by someclown911 on Feb 11, 2011 10:59:38 GMT
C. If we get pelted we'll just give up hope and game over on our own conditions. Seriously though, C, he's a cool guy, I can feel it!
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Post by someclown911 on Feb 11, 2011 14:52:19 GMT
*just gets the play on words in the title*
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Post by impatience on Feb 11, 2011 18:49:34 GMT
C (if we can be sure it's not poisoned before we eat)
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Post by someclown911 on Feb 11, 2011 19:05:14 GMT
Have faith in his pretty cool guyness
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Post by vegeta on Feb 11, 2011 22:32:50 GMT
C vote. That quick thought we had, about the bounty hunter thing... That's pretty foreboding, in my opinion. I think we'll get Akatsuki'd at the end.
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Post by Bazooka_Rose_Penguin on Feb 11, 2011 23:22:05 GMT
You sheepishly walk over to his cart and pull one of the seats out, taking a seat. You look down, almost amazed at the cart’s quality. He walks back and enters the inside of the cart, pulling up the cover between the counter and cooking area.
“I’ll make you my special rice, alright?” He turns back and pulls out a large stone pan with some effort, heaving it onto the large cooking stove.
“Ah, that sounds good”, you shyly whisper, but he doesn’t seem to hear. You still feel uneasy, about trusting him, though you’ve come this far! Can’t back down now!
He pours in several cups of rice followed by a bit of water, allowing the rice to soak and cook a bit before adding in oil and stirring it in the stone pan. You patiently wait, not eating was out of the option now, it was already past noon and you could feel your stomach turning over and whining for food. You watch as the young cook chops meat and vegetables before tossing them all in to fry, before long he also adds seasoning and lets the food audibly fry on the stone surface. You almost drool at the sound and sight, though you wipe it away. He piles scoops of it onto a dish and turns with it…”Uhh, isn’t this too much?”
Leaning on the counter top, his lips curl into a coy smile, “Of course not.” He looks back at the cooking counter and grabs something, “Oh I forgot.” He turns with a slice of freshly cut lemon, squeezing it, almost crushing it. You watch as the squirt of lemon juice flies at your eye, almost in slow motion. “Agh!” You down hard, flailing your arms and falling off the seat onto the ground.
You rub your eyes, tearing up from the tangy citrus. Should have known better. But you feel a hand grabbing your arm, now slipping down to your hand tugging at it. You take it and get up.
Now sitting at the table again, you blink a few more times, wielding a napkin to wipe any tears. “You know, for a ninja, you’re kinda clumsy.”
You roll your eyes. Only around the villagers, for good reason. “Yeah, I guess”, you admit.
“Sorry about that by the way. I didn’t think lemon could be so powerful”, he teases. You stare at the golden rice, topped with the burnt rice grains scrapped from stone’s surface, in a mixture of colors. He grabs a spoon and scoops off the rice at the top of the pile, taking the first bite.
“Hey…”, your voice a scratchy whine.
“Ha, this is for both of you know”, explaining.
“Oh, right. Hahaha.” Your titter is awkward and embarrassing. You pick up the spoon on the counter and take a bite as well. Guess he could be trusted after all. “By the way, I’m Fuu.”
“Ah, I’m Hoshi”, he sure liked to show off his teeth.
This eventually became a daily habit for the two of you.
He finally decided to move into a real store and a large one too. You enter the half-filled restaurant late into the evening, half past 7; passing the eyeing consumers who are a bit worried about your presence. You walk up to the counter to be greeted by a young girl, one of the workers, one of the nicer ones. “Hey there, is Hoshi in?” The girl nods, and calls out his name.
Before too long he comes out greeting, “Yo, Fuu.” He pulls off the chef’s apron and hangs it, “I’ll be back in a bit.” He clears the counter in a single leap, to the concern of those waiting in line. You follow him outside, taking his right hand, his other combing through his wispy hair, shades of brown.
“So how’s business?” A simple inquiry, but you’re concerned about the customers who have been complaining about the fact that you would show up several times a day, every day; that the proprietor of the restaurant would often be seen with you.
“Ah, it’s…it’s well”, he replies hesitantly and a bit vaguely as well. You know the business wasn’t doing too badly but dissenters were getting particularly violent. They were particularly aggressive when you would leave to go on missions, somewhat of swapping of roles.
Boom! The force of an explosion rolls over the area, almost knocking Hoshi to his face. As the wind and dust clears Hoshi turns. You turn shortly after to find his restaurant partially collapse, a fierce flame consuming it and the adjacent stores like a hungry beast. You grab Hoshi’s hand tightly when he tries to run to it. “Stop Hoshi! I’ll stop it.” You release him, and then release your bijuu, well, partially. A powerful blue chakra emanates around you, even lift you off the ground before taking the partial form of the 7-tailed beetle. “Fuuton: Air Void!” The wings of the 7-tail flap several times, sending out a powerful current that entraps the burning building. The flames begin to die down to the sound of air, moving at high speeds.
The chakra fades and you return to your feet. “The jinchuuriki destroyed that restaurant!” Just the first of many claims, “She killed all those people!” “That monster will kill us all!” In an instant a crowd began to gather, their voices becoming just one unintelligible cry of accusation. It’s not long before objects start flying, first rocks, shoes, pieces of wood, debris. You pull Hoshi close and allow the 7 tails’s chakra to reflexively protect the host body with a chakra shield. It looks grim, but to make matters worse with a poof, 5 of the Takiagakure ninja show up, quelling the crowd’s roar to soft murmurs and suspicious whispers.
“Nanabi! Come with us!” You gasp under your breath, but Hoshi tugs at your arm but he doesn’t know your fear. You stare at the leader of the pack, a large man with even wilder hair, like a lion’s.
A. Comply
B. Fight or kill them and run
C. Just try to escape immediately 1. With Hoshi 2. Without Hoshi
Vegeta >_>
Well, I'm going to time skip some useless filler decisions and get the story moving, point is, Fu is very fond of Hoshi now and implications and such and such. Hopefully we'll hit the interim soon.
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