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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 1:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 3:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 5:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 6:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 7:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 12:59 pm
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Armand was on his way out to the countryside, on his way to the lake to begin his contracted job. Of course, on the way, he'd stop at several inns. He was never quite a fan of the buildings and small towns in the Grass Country. They were all overrun by weeds and, well, grass. It was simply too repetitive. For whatever reason, it was plagued with crime in some areas as well.
At his last stop, he'd stop inside a rather large cafe. In his sing-songy voice, Armand would ask the barista for something that they recommended. He was never partial to choosing favorites, since everywhere made everything differently. The barista, a woman, returned with some sort of tea latte. It was green and whippy, and that was really all there was to say about it. As per Grass Country custom, there were already some rabblerousers pushing the door open and starting to rob the place.
It was a shame, really. They were desperate people just trying to get by. Most of the civilians had simply gotten on the ground, ran away, or backed into the corner. Armand, who was situationally unaware, kept drinking and tried to chat with the mortified barista until she told him to turn around. He was getting real sick of these shenanigans. The moment that they attacked when he refused to back down, they were surprised when their cheap blades simply struck the skin, went in only a very shallow way, and then stopped.
His kaguya bones twisted around under his limbs that were struck and pushed the blades away, while also producing a hooked bit of sharpened bone out of his right hand. Armand would grin happily and lash out, disabling the first of the criminals and sending the other two running. He knelt down to make sure the first was alright, and noticed that it was only a bit of a deep flesh wound across his shoulder. He'd need some time to recover. Armand paid for his drink, bought a drink for the downed man, and then waved goodbye to the barista, who was a little flustered...but grateful all the same.
Back on the road.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 1:51 pm
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Armand would give a wave to Hashao as he approached. "Hey! Armand Tikoshi, should be a fun job. I hope you like the sea, because we'll be seeing a lot of it~". To Hashao, Armand would be equally annoying, yet would be somehow...different from the Armand he knew in Mist. It was all very strange.
"You read everything right? We're heading to the lake, gonna build us the rest of the boat, rig up the sails, and set off. The sea that way has been rife with pirates, so we might get to see some action. Fun, right!~?", he'd say to Hashao. He had hoped Hashao packed light, because they wouldn't need much. It was all provided for them. Armand gave a bit of a gesture to the road splitting off to the Moss Stone Lake. "This is we're were splitting off from the road to start. We'll finish up construction and launch from there.". With a bit of a spin and a hum, he'd set off down that path with Hashao in tow, hopefully, and get ready to work.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 3:11 pm
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 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxＨＡＳＨＡＯ ＪＯＵＫＡＩ
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xxxIf you want to die,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx木xxxxxxxxI'll kill you for you.
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xxxxxxxxxx【 Kusagakure ✖ Chuunin ✖ Ninjutsu 】
xxxxx Armand talked up a storm, that was for sure. They resumed a logical jog, between a slight run and a fast run as they advanced into the Moss Stone Lake, his eyes maneuvering around until spotting the opening to the town. Walking through, he looked around. The place had a few shops, and by the docks were several stores that gave out food and construction tools. Hashao stopped into one, got the tools they needed, and advanced to the broken down boat before him. "Yeah, I read the notes. I just don't see the point in ninja doing such a job." It had been a while, but he finally ended up replying to him. Hashao was starting to grow impatient when making the boat, so using a few hand signals, wood started to grow from the ground to fix most of the open cracks and some other problems.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 7:48 pm
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