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| : | E x t e r n a lD e s c r i p t i o n | : | ____ The tavern, sitting atop a floating hunk of wood that bobs and dips with each step. Despite the thickness of the wooden island, being nearly two feet thick, it stays floating perfectly atop the waves. ____ The wooden structure bears two floors, made from the wreckage of the old village, serving as a both a reminder of the old days and a memorial of the dead. Windows number even on all sides, with storm reinforcements on every windows that, when closed, become a near perfect wall of steel. ____ Atop the roof lays a single symbol of Kirigakure no Sato, with the words "We will never forget" written on either side of it. The floating platform on which the structure rests is made up of thick wooden planks sewn together by chakra, with each plank being etched with the name of someone who gave their lives for the village.
| : | I n t e r n a lD e s c r i p t i o n | : | ____ The walls are made up of smaller pieces of wreckage stuck together with chakra that fused them together into planks. On each small plank a name is written, the names of everyone who died during the returning of Kirigakure no Sato to her people, both ANBU, Oinin, and the civilian who perished. ____ Above the bar, which lays at the center of the first blood, is a golden frame in which two names, side by side, are larger and more pronounced than the rest: Sypher Senju, and Mi Young Roo. ____ The entire top floor is a mess of rooms, numbering twenty in all. Each room has its own restroom and stand shower, with a dresser and nightstand and a full sized mattress. Each has one window, with the center of the entire floor being the stairway down. The stairway will lead out behind the bar, with a red oak door blocking anyone from entering without opening the door first.
| : | F o o d & D r i n k | : |
____ • Light Meal : 200Ryo A well-cooked meal meant to give you the energy to get you through a job. Negates any stamina cost for one [1] job or performance/discipline training session that is immediately taken on. Must be consumed on post bought. Lasts one [1] IRL day.
____ • Exotic Sampler : 200Ryo A small, perhaps overpriced, entree with more herbs than any portion of substance. Negates any chakra cost for one [1] job or performance/discipline training session that is immediately taken on. Must be consumed on post bought. Lasts one [1] IRL day.
____ • Sticky Wine : 500Ryo A small, portable bottle of dessert wine. The tiniest bit 'thicker' than regular wine, but far more pallatable for the young and preferrers of mead or cider. Negates any chakra cost for one [1] job or performance/discipline training session that is immediately taken on. Can be used up to three [3] times.
____ • Barley Tea : 500Ryo A small, portable bottle of barley tea. It has a slightly sweet taste. Negates any stamina cost for one [1] job or performance/discipline training session that is immediately taken on. Can be used up to three [3] times.
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 12:57 pm
Shinrin Senju
Kirigakure Gennin
Ninjutsu/Genjutsu
After leaving the Crating Island, Shinrin went to the tavern to eat something and think about his Squadmates. "Miki and Kumotake" He thought. He was pretty sure he had heard those names recently. After ordering his meal and thinking about it, it came to him. "Kumotake Aburame and Miki Uchiha" He muttered as he was waiting. After muttering the Uchiha He was a bit concerned about Miki. He didn't had any quarrels with their clan, but he didn't know about her... Uchiha are generally known to be quite hot-headed... "I hope everything goes well..." He said to himself. Soon after his order came. He ate his fill and stayed there for a bit, pondering about the future
____The atmosphere of the tavern was rich with talking, bartering, catcalls and orders. Waitresses danced and twisted around tables and away from hungry hands, their smiles at times both sincere and manufactured out of necessity and desperation. A few families nearby spoke with several men in hoods and cloaks, while above one food attempted to swing from a chandelier a moment before another clotheslined the idiot with a swift armbar. The bar itself was kept eccentrically clean, the barkeep religiously polishing every small, errant drop after only barely touching the surface. It was peaceful, in its own way, for it was simply a teeming cauldron of life. ____This came to an end as the body of a young man smashed down from above atop Shinrin's table, gore erupting from the impact and splattering everyone nearby. Painted red, the world fell still for an instant before it erupted in screams and shouts of fear. And above, if anyone looked, would be the silhouette of a human dressed in robed, a feral grin before he disappeared from sight. ____
Seiketsu Akashio
Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 3:18 pm
Shinrin Senju
Kirigakure Gennin
Ninjutsu/Genjutsu
Shinrin was mainly focused on his thoughts until he heard some ruckus giong on and the next moment a gruesome picture was infront of him. A man was, most probably, thrown from high and ended in a bloody mess. Covered in blood but still as calm as he could, Shinrin looked up to catch a glimpse of a man dressed in a robe. He tried to keep his image as best as he could in his mind. Red robe, ochre colored hood and a beard. Shinrin stood up and took a step back as the small adrenaline rush was gone and the image he had there was quite shocking. If he was prepared for it he wouldn't have any problems, but this was not the case. He looked again up but the man was gone. "This is not something that should be left unchecked" he thought, but he knew that he should not do anything on his own, and the Mizukage should know about that. He quickly run out and to the Mizukage's Tower.
Sukoso was keeping his presence scarce, continuing to mingle with the rest of the friends inside my person. Kumotake himself felt anxious. He'd waited what felt like decades for his comrades to rendezvous with him at the islands. Then again maybe this was just all his fault. After all he only had the assumption to go by that the islands was where he would have expected to find them. There wasn't much direction provided in the missives for all he knew everyone was off trying to find one another in a place they believed would be the most likely place to convene. If that was the case he'd hope to perhaps at least maybe find one by chance already at the crime scene. However, low this was not the case that or they had to take a wicked piss. Kumotake seemed flustered at the concept of Miki taking a quote on quote wicked piss. This thought process eventually derailed to him imagining all his comrades taking a wicked piss. He'd yet to meet one of them so when imagining him Kumotake imagined Saiketsu to be a burlesque ebony man whose pee stream was rampant enough to annihilate the toilet. For the cat boy leader he imagined a rather lackluster stream as he struggled with the zipper to close his pants when finished because of the lack of feeling in his fake arm. As for Miki. Well we didn't want to invade even the imaginary privacy of a woman that would be all too rude.
The tavern was quiet, perhaps if police lines existed there would have been one drawn across the table. A line of nin instead were being used to deter prying eyes. Sighing exasperatedly the boy just hoped someone else would show up soon but really he wondered why couldn't one of these guys forming the 'wall' didn't just do the investigations themselves. When Kumotake approached the 'wall' they all nodded in affirmation dispersing to allow him entry to the body. The stench of rot had yet to set in which meant that the kill was at least somewhat recent. "Hey do y..." Kumotake couldn't get a word in edgewise as the nin that had comprised the wall where now gone without a trace. <******** thanks." It seemed the Mizukage had the utmost faith in the squad he had assigned to discern the mystery and to a greater extent found any other assisting bodies unnecessary. Kumotake couldn't blame the man though. Resources both human and otherwise were still somewhat stretched thin.
Applying his trademark medical mask for actual functional use to dampen the copper scents of the blood Kumotake leaned over the body for analysis. The body wasn't cold but he couldn't go so far as to call it warm either. Obviously no pulse, why did he bother even checking. The face was indiscernible from what seemed like multiple bludgeonings but the coup de grace was probably how the grey matter from his brains leaked everywhere and how his teeth seemed to have caved inward as having fallen from a descent and landing on the table with mouth open colliding with the hard surface of the table. The one thing however, that stood out the most made itself known as when Kumotake approached the body as if by natural instinct Kikaichu began to flood out of the body.
"Hello, hello. I'm sorry about your home friends." The Kikaichu clearly would die out assuredly as well. With their host gone so was their source of chakra. Kumotake however would take this convenience and use it to his advantage. Like dyring words the Kikaichu would voice their obscure descriptions of the murderer. Feral, cloaked, violent. The details of course were lacking as the insects themselves were merely spectators. After all they would have only known as much as their host decided to bother sharing with them. Insects aren't akin to caring much about motives and the such. Slowly but surely the Kikaichu would pour out of the deceased individuals body. In vain struggles for survival they began to cannibalize their host attempting to tear chunks of flesh that contained even slightest hints of chakra. This was after all the nature of the beast. Eventually the would all turn to ash and leave their host something akin to swiss cheese.
Still it was still his responsibility to avert rubber necking. With the wall gone the only thing blocking gazes was the length of Kumotake's body itself. "Sukoso, wake the hell up." Shaking his arm as if it were asleep the tiny spider crawled out from the pore on his wrist. In a puff of smoke his size grew to the average dogs. The spider enough was a good deterrent for the bar maids but wouldn't deter most of the more battle hardened individuals...well aside from a few. Without the need for words a mutual understanding between master and ally occurred as Sukoso would weave a wall of silk around the table making a makeshift teepee to hide the body.
Now as his partner weaved away Kumotake sat at the table with nothing to do but wait to see if anyone else would be assisting him in this sherlock escapade. For the time being he wouldn't question the bar tender and the bar tender as if not to stir any trouble politely asked if he would like a drink. In retort Kumotake replied "No thank you." said almost venomously. Forced into corner of having to socially interact like this really soured the situation for Kumotake. The bartender would raise the white flag bringing his hands up with a bead of sweat and then continued to clean the glasses and tap. Still something ate at him and that was if the victim being an Aburame had any significance and if it did would Nozomi or that Toryu girl also be at risk?
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P a s s i v e s : : > •Venomous Union: Kumotake and Sukoso share the inherent ability with each other to produce venom from fangs. Their bond has granted Kumotake with a set of poison glands to accompany them. His poison is weak in comparison to Sukoso's and isn't lethal...truth be told he prefer not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
> • One Among Many: Sukoso and Kumotake had shared a bond so close that Sukoso sought a way to stand out from the other spiders and demonstrate it's strength to compensate for Kumotake's weak demeanor in the face of danger and abuse. The result was Sukoso freely able to manipulate it's size among three categories. Minuscule enough to retreat into Kumotake's body which was it's original form, slightly larger as a normal spider, and finally large enough to be ridden. It takes a full post to change in size, There's a cooldown of at least 1 full post, must be in physical contact.
•Adhesive Pores: Kumotake can now crawl or crabwalk creepily on all fours. When doing so he can climb flat surfaces and cling without the need for the water walking jutsu. Still, this is incredibly slow and inefficient for any purpose other than stealth. It's also incredibly unsettling to watch.
► -3 Gen ► -2 Tai ► -2 Nin
O t h e r s : : > Meteor Hammer > 15/15 Senbon > Hinekureta Ito [Perverse Thread] > ◘Aesthetic Breed: _________You breed your Kikaichu to fit your taste in insects. The Kikaichu receive one trait of another insect. (i.e) Stinger, Large Mandibles, Butterfly wings. Your Kikaichu loses the ability to regenerate themselves from an opponent's drained chakra. The trait cannot involve hazards. (i.e poison) [Aesthetic trait: Appearance Arachnid]
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Lanfaer
Taorito
Codekasu
Seiketsu Akashio
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→→The silence in the bar might well be disturbing for the young Aburame, despite his desires for such things. Was it perhaps due to the dead body splayed out upon the table? Was it perhaps the sudden lack of sounds from the insects as they ate through the body? Who knew. But within the cocoon, out of sight of the others, something...strange, had begun to happen. A strangeness that would go, for the moment, unnoticed. The body as it was eaten altered a bit, seeming to contort and writhe in silence, until the skin browned. becoming some sort gelatinous being, before being consumed by the insects. It was silent, as the body saturated the bodies of the insects and the wood of the table. →→And it would likely have gone unnoticed had the insects not began to scream. →→The bugs fell upon their backs, legs reaching for the air as their insides began to boil and roil. Their carapaces heaven and twitches as something within fought to climb out, found to free itself. And the harder it struggled, the louder they screamed in waves of agony. →→And then there was a crunch. →→And a clunk. →→And a pop. →→The bodies heaved, and from their bodies came some strange, ugly grubs colored purple and green and yellow, looking like a stress ball squeezed too hard. And they wriggled and writhed, searching about, sniffing the air before returning to shifting about mindlessly.
___The man who intercepted Kirama had indicated that he was to report to the tavern along with the rest of Squad 3, on the orders of Shadow Hunyistir. As a newly minted Genin, the Hyuga originally expected some sort of squad group up, but alas, that didn't seem to be what was going on. A decent crowd of people passed by him hurriedly, a few shinobi, including a shinobi several years his senior that Kirama had to dodge out of the way of as he rushed towards the office. ___"Guess it's time to figure out what's going on." He muttered to himself, pressing his hands together and activating his Byakugan as another group of lower ranking shinobi dispersed from the bar as he neared the door. ___It was evident pretty quickly what the commotion was. Not only did a massive spider currently wander the tavern freely, it'd made a mass of web around what appeared to be... a large pile of mush? Moving mush? Well, Occam's Razor did suggest this was the reason he was here, and that the person sitting next to this pile of mush was probably a member of his squad in some form. The bartender gave the Hyuga a halfhearted welcome as he entered, no doubt tempered by an active Byakugan. Featureless eyes came to rest on the Aburame as the newest member of the Squad stopped a few feet away. ___"You wouldn't happen to be a member of Squad 3, would you? Some runner told me to meet the rest of Shadow's squad here." He stopped short of asking if this person was his squad leader. It'd jumped to mind, but Jack had mentioned that Shadow was headed for the Mizukage's office, which made it very unlikely that this was said person, sitting and waiting in front of a lump of crap on a table.
Resonating sounds of agony echoed through Kumotake's skull. It would have been easy to tune out the frequency much like other Aburame did so not to be overwhelmed by the static discussions of the kikaichu of his fellow clansmen. However, this would not have been the case for Kumotake as these screams triggered the memory of that day. The day of the flood, howling, screeching, a cacophony of pain and death. Kumotake would take notice of a man who began his approach. However, his hands were too busy shoved against his ears trying to tune out the repetitious torment that was the memory of that day. Forming small cold beads of sweat with his eyes erratic he'd try his best to try and move them to get Kirama in his sights on the off chance he might have been the aggressor capitalizing on his weakened state.
When no weapon was drawn, Kumotake saw the mouth move. He must have been trying to converse. Gross. Removing the hands on his ears and his body calming it's quelling he caught the words from 'Squad 3 would you?' and on. So this white eyed wonder would be replacing his former unit? Or was this guy the unknown Shinrin Senju. No, he doubted it. "So you steal those eyes or are they natural?" it seemed Kumotake evaded answering the question directly but implied with tone he'd address it 'eventually'. It was at this point Sukoso had placed the finishing touches on the makeshift tent. The arachnid seemed unsettled itself as when it's mission was complete it immediately jumped atop it's host's head and crawled towards his back assuming the usual backpack like appearance. All eight eyes as if having made an audible squelch shifted to look at Kirama's person. This was possible because Kumotake had already turned his back on the Genin to open the seam of the makeshift tent to get another look as to what had caused the Kikaichu's screams.
Peering inside with a disgusted look of apprehension he refused to get closer to the body. Kumotake would find the dead Aburame's Kikachu had either devolved or evolved into some strange breed of Shokaichu writhing with vibrant colors. With his head still in the tent he'd summon up a single Kikaichu to investigate the grubs. It was now as the scout he'd send out would begin it's investigation that Kirama would receive his response towards the question. "Define the rest. The only one here is me. Tch." Kumotake grew uncomfortable as it seemed that the grubs were hoisting up on his scouts approach. What they'd do next was anyone's guess. "The only people I know who are supposed to be here right now are a Miki Uchiha and a Shinrin Senju. However, call it hunch but I don't think you're either."
Kumotake would leave his scout to do it's scouting expecting the worst. Vibrant colors on any species were usually warning signs. They usually meant 'poisonous' , 'dangerous' , or 'territorial' and getting gang banged by a bunch of what were formerly Kikaichu was not on his to do list. With his arms in a crossed posture and what seemed like a painful way of conversing. "So about those eyes of yours..." Kumotake seemed withdrawn, it was as if he were about to request something of Kirama but didn't have enough gusto to finish his statement. Eye contact was averted that much was certain as not once did Kumotake try to align his eyes with the newcomer throughout the entire conversation. Anti-social, that was the aura that emanated off this Aburame. With his tall lanky body and pale skin he looked more like he belonged in a basement or in a cave muttering about precious things rather than out in the field investigating a murder.
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P a s s i v e s : : > •Venomous Union: Kumotake and Sukoso share the inherent ability with each other to produce venom from fangs. Their bond has granted Kumotake with a set of poison glands to accompany them. His poison is weak in comparison to Sukoso's and isn't lethal...truth be told he prefer not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
> • One Among Many: Sukoso and Kumotake had shared a bond so close that Sukoso sought a way to stand out from the other spiders and demonstrate it's strength to compensate for Kumotake's weak demeanor in the face of danger and abuse. The result was Sukoso freely able to manipulate it's size among three categories. Minuscule enough to retreat into Kumotake's body which was it's original form, slightly larger as a normal spider, and finally large enough to be ridden. It takes a full post to change in size, There's a cooldown of at least 1 full post, must be in physical contact.
•Adhesive Pores: Kumotake can now crawl or crabwalk creepily on all fours. When doing so he can climb flat surfaces and cling without the need for the water walking jutsu. Still, this is incredibly slow and inefficient for any purpose other than stealth. It's also incredibly unsettling to watch.
► -3 Gen ► -2 Tai ► -2 Nin
O t h e r s : : > Meteor Hammer > 15/15 Senbon > Hinekureta Ito [Perverse Thread] > ◘Aesthetic Breed: _________You breed your Kikaichu to fit your taste in insects. The Kikaichu receive one trait of another insect. (i.e) Stinger, Large Mandibles, Butterfly wings. Your Kikaichu loses the ability to regenerate themselves from an opponent's drained chakra. The trait cannot involve hazards. (i.e poison) [Aesthetic trait: Appearance Arachnid]
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___Kirama's vision narrowed back in on Kumotake as the strange question was asked and the young man went ahead and stuck his head in with all the wiggly things without waiting to hear an answer. ___"I suppose if they were stolen, I'd have the skill necessary to steal them. Sorry to disappoint, but these are still in the same head they came in." Somehow, the Hyuga doubted that this man heard much of his response - if any at all. ___One certainly couldn't claim Kirigakure's shinobi were boring, from the Genin's experience. Between Jack's flying office and this kid's odd approach to the concept of socializing, they proved to be quite a bit less normal than the rather unassuming Byakugan wielder. He watched Kumotake continue his inquiry into the mess on the table, wondering what exactly he'd wandered into the middle of. Some more names were suggested, a Miki Uchiha and a Shinrin Senju, neither of which the boy knew. ___"Nope. Not one of those, but the Mizukage assigned me to 'Shadow's squad' and to train. I trained, and someone told me to come here." And again, this guy at the table drifted off on to something else. Some allusion to something about his eyes that was too vague to actually answer. ___"So, what about these eyes of mine?" The inquiry was about as close to annoyed as anyone was likely to get Kirama, but this bouncing topical attention was getting a bit, well, annoying. How exactly was he meant to answer that anyways?
"Tch" The boy outright stating that he was neither Shinrin or Miki..well he knew he wasn't Miki from the beginning but still, it only confirmed that the two either flaked or were reassigned. Raising a finger..rife with what seemed like angst that he'd have to socialize for the time being with a stranger lacking bugs inside them Kumotake let loose a internal sigh. "Hold on" Before he was able to meet eye to eye with newcomer and answer the question he himself imposed he'd have to do something else first. Reaching into his jacket Kumotake would removed a small casing of some sort turning away his hands would open the container touch something within then make contact with his eyes. After one or two blinks it became clear what he had placed in his eyes were contacts what strategical use they might've had would've remained a mystery and why he had to do all this just to converse seemed a bit much.
They were black scleral contacts, ones absent of any visible iris. Now Kumotake seemed even more strange looking and bug like than he was before. However, now it seemed he was able to match gazes despite what awkwardness the change might've incurred. "You have the Bakugan right? I don't know much about it aside from the fact it can see through walls to a degree. I think I heard somewhere also you're good at battling and brawling." Awaiting the findings of his scout Kumotake would take this time to provide somewhat of a game plan and shed some light on the situation. "I'd like if you could use your Bakugan to analyze the surroundings. I'd fill the room with scouts but one, not many people are fond of insects and two, I'd hate to see whatever afflicted the dead guys Kikaichu afflict mine to until I know what it is they are. You're lookin for a male build maybe one that shows sign of age, mayhaps has a feral chakra, most likely wearing a robe of sorts. If he's still here then lucky us. As for the dead guy Aburame, Male, dead, unknown genus of insect surrounding the body, might be dangerous, hell if I know. Not much else I can give you their. His kikaichu relayed that obscure description before they all mutated and exploded. If we're to work together you can call me Kumotake. That's the gist. He was pronouncing Byakugan incorrectly which showed his knowledge on the doujutsu was below average, that or he was intentionally poking fun.
With an exasperated exhale Kumotake leant against the nearby wall throwing his arms behind back. This was suddenly met with a hiss. Seemed he'd forgotten Sukoso was still on his back. Right. He'd been uncomfortably quiet recently, Kumotake wondered if he knew anything he didn't right now. Still the boy couldn't help but be proud of himself he didn't stutter once. Nozomi would probably be proud...or not taking into account it required the contacts. He wondered what she was up to right now. Hopefully not being assailed by some lewd plant life or being targeted by something with murderous intent, that would be pretty concerning.
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P a s s i v e s : : > •Venomous Union: Kumotake and Sukoso share the inherent ability with each other to produce venom from fangs. Their bond has granted Kumotake with a set of poison glands to accompany them. His poison is weak in comparison to Sukoso's and isn't lethal...truth be told he prefer not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
> • One Among Many: Sukoso and Kumotake had shared a bond so close that Sukoso sought a way to stand out from the other spiders and demonstrate it's strength to compensate for Kumotake's weak demeanor in the face of danger and abuse. The result was Sukoso freely able to manipulate it's size among three categories. Minuscule enough to retreat into Kumotake's body which was it's original form, slightly larger as a normal spider, and finally large enough to be ridden. It takes a full post to change in size, There's a cooldown of at least 1 full post, must be in physical contact.
•Adhesive Pores: Kumotake can now crawl or crabwalk creepily on all fours. When doing so he can climb flat surfaces and cling without the need for the water walking jutsu. Still, this is incredibly slow and inefficient for any purpose other than stealth. It's also incredibly unsettling to watch.
► -3 Gen ► -2 Tai ► -2 Nin
O t h e r s : : > Meteor Hammer > 15/15 Senbon > Hinekureta Ito [Perverse Thread] > ◘Aesthetic Breed: _________You breed your Kikaichu to fit your taste in insects. The Kikaichu receive one trait of another insect. (i.e) Stinger, Large Mandibles, Butterfly wings. Your Kikaichu loses the ability to regenerate themselves from an opponent's drained chakra. The trait cannot involve hazards. (i.e poison) [Aesthetic trait: Appearance Arachnid]
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___Kirama scratched his chin, a perplexed expression on his face as the man finally focused in and responded following his placement of... something, in his eyes. Kumotake's understanding of the Byakugan, and pronunciation of it, left a bit to be desired. He'd resist the urge to correct the bug loving guy for a moment, choosing instead to form a sign and focus. ___His vision rushed out from the bar, scanning the surrounding area for signs of general unrest. As the Hyuga suspected the description proved wanting, as there were several men wearing cloaks that fit the general description, and that was about all they'd get. The immediate area was buzzing with activity, and people already gathered along the street, peering down towards the tavern. ___"And you may call me Kirama." The boy returned with a small bow. ___"There are four that might fit your description in the general area. I'm afraid, however, that the Byakugan is not capable of discerning chakra to such a degree." The squad's newest member said as he wandered over to the tavern's bar. ___"A map of the city, please." Normally a silly request, it was filled rather simply considering the aspect of the inn. ___Producing a small pencil, Kirama hastily marked a direction and heading for the men that seemed they might fit the description Kumotake gave. It would have to be enough, as the only hope of tracking chakra effectively was the Aburame's Kikaichu. The bugs did not have a range, and as they continued to spread apart the men only became harder for young Hyuga to manage. Calmly he returned, holding out the map with a quartet of Xs drawn, arrows in the direction of their last headings. Of course, he could and would direct his new investigative partner in real time, but conveying 3D information in explanation was unlikely to be useful. ___"I believe you'll have a better chance of narrowing down these individuals' involvement in the crime than me." Kirama didn't really wanted to point out that their best chance of figuring out which was their murderer was sending Kumotake's creepy crawly friends to their doom... but only one was likely capable of killing them.
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【O I N I N⦁N I N J U T S U - P U P P E T E E R⦁U K Y O】
❝And we will go where no one ever knows. And we will never have to play the part of afeared in the dark.❞
[x]My journey to Jack's office was interrupted about half way up the tree to be given information that made me all the more want to kick the Mizukage. Firstly, yet another person was added to my supposed squad when he knew perfectly well that I didn't work with anyone. Second, there was a murder at a restaurant that my squad was chosen to investigate. The last time I was involved with such a situation, I was left traumatized by a genjutsu that forced me to relive the death of my parents. Oh and people died after a single glance from the perpetrator, so there's that too. Needless to say, a crime scene was the last thing I wanted to deal with.
But I supposed orders were orders, regardless if they were a slap in the face. I knew perfectly well Jack wasn't capable of understanding. I was mad at him but I wasn't. He was just doing his job.
If there was one thing I hated about the new village, besides the massive amounts of water literally everywhere, it was the buildings that stood only on wooden platforms rather than earth to support them. As such, in this place's case, anytime anyone so much as shifted, the entire building bobbed, leaving it a chaotic mess that fit the crowd that inhabited it. It was partially an inn, but I'm fairly certain I would have gotten motion sick at the thought of sleeping there.
Squeezing through the hordes that began gathering outside the tavern, I let myself inside.
I had expectations for what the inside was like as I stepped through the door, even though I'd never visited since the place opened. Didn't have a reason to; rowdy crowds weren't my thing. I'm pretty sure it would have met those expectations on a normal day, but the place was eerily quiet, most having left, and the few who remained looking on with wide eyes. That aside, Kumotake stood near one of the walls, and another, pale eyes I recognized as Hyuuga, mentioned something about narrowing down individuals that I didn't particularly care to listen to. Given he wasn't the one I'd met in the market, he must have been the new member the ANBU mentioned. Then, in the middle of the empty room sat a...tent? More than a little out of place presumably to hide the dead man. Moving closer to peer inside, a skeleton lay on a table. No flesh, nothing, just bone. Scattered around it were the carapaces of some sort of insect, and, worst of all, grubs the size of my fist in various colors inched their way around the entirety of the small hut.
Are you serious?
Ignoring my squadlings for the moment, I shook the sticky substance that made up the 'fabric' of the tent and observed the skeleton closer. It was supposed to be a murder scene, not a grave robbery, but the bones held no signs of bearing flesh for what might as well have been years. Two and two were getting me five instead of four. Looking up--presuming the man fell down--revealed nothing. Or at least nothing I could make out from so far below. Even if this pile of bones was the victim, I doubted the fall killed him, so this probably wasn't the actual murder scene, just a diversion. We needed to check the rooms on the second floor, but I wasn't so sure that would pan out--
One of the nasty handfuls crawled too close to my foot, drawing me from my thoughts, and my immediate reaction was to crush it. With a disgusting crunch and squelch that nearly made me gag, my nose was immediately assaulted by a scent of decay that did make me choke. But there was more to it than that that I couldn't quite place. Or maybe I didn't want to place it. Staggering back--which made the grub's remains cling to my boot--, I clamped my hand over my nose and turned in anger to the two genin. Tail lashing in frustration, I pointed a wooden finger at the pair. "Why the hell are you two just standing there? Start looking for evidence in the rooms upstairs." Growling, my gaze returned to the body and the larvae crawling around it.
Please, gods don't let it be what I think it is.
The thought passed and I whirled, heading back outside to get a better look at the crowd. Details were my strong suit, and I never forgot a face. Hopefully those two abilities wouldn't add together for once. But what was that saying? The criminal always returned to the crime scene?
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❝I'd never meant for you to mend this heart back in from two...❞
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"So, the Birthday girl complains that there are too many decorations when they show up late to the party? The least you can do is wait to see what's in your presents before complaining about how bad they are." Kumotake found their alleged leaders tardiness weakened the strength and any right he had to be frustrated using metaphorical speech. Although, taking into account his behaviors in social interaction were not much different than his own he'd understand how he'd be rump rustled having to work with other people. It would be at this time that Kumotake's scout would return. What happened administration wise would remain a mystery, a bite, a secretion, a spittle. None of it mattered as it was clear something was wrong in his scouts return. First it's report was a garbled mess as it began to twitch anxiously before it began to keel. Disgusted and mildly unsettled by this Kumotake would assume the worst he'd place the little soldier on the floor and crush it before any parasitism could occur with a bitter "Tch"
"The Kikai in the tent are most likely two things highly parasitic and most likely highly poisonous. They need to be contained. Now. They may be grubs but if my thesis is correct and they follow the typical Kikai life cycle they won't be just grubs for very long, after that they'll most likely begin to reproduce as much as they can before their reliance on chakra eventually leads to their deaths and the last thing any of us want I think are hostless poisonous Kikai murdering everyone in an upset parasitic rampage eating people from the inside out. Kikai without a host have no contractual obligations, they might as well be locusts. It wouldn't just reflect bad on Kirigakure but the Aburame household. Of course the option of killing them all now presents itself. But doing so without damaging the establishment or getting poisoned is out of my skill set."
With his conclusions on the grubs out in the open Kumotake looked at shadow expectantly classifying that the task of detaining and possibly exterminating the insects will have to be up to him. The black sclerals then shifted back to Kirama. "That's our leader. Right, well better get to doing what he says right. I'll take upstairs. I'd create a perimeter but if the target knows this much about the genetics of Kikaichu I wouldn't want to condemn this entire establishment to a life of slow agonizing pain when my Kikai turn into...those." Kumotake would say as he pointed to one of the grubs making it's way out of the tent in a squirm. It was clear while they were slow for the time being they were still on the move and the potential threat they may pose soon if now dealt with now would be problematic. Looking towards the stairs he'd mention oncemore to Nari. "May want to do a double take with your Bakugan. Including the person described anybody you might see with Kikai inside them may well be just as guilty. Oh and fill the boss in on your end if you feel."
Kumotake would then look to the corner of a wall before using a table as a ballast and jumping then clinging on it. He'd then begin to scale the wall in almost like a crawling fashion until he eventually found himself on the roof. As if it were natural Kumotake began to blend in with the darkened shadows of the ceiling as he made little to no noise as he moved. He would look for any signs of suspicious activity from below. Unless someone transfixed their gaze on the ceiling he'd be quite difficult to find making sure to cling to the shadows and avoid light fixtures. To his companions who knew about his take to the ceiling this would look...painfully awkward if not unsettling like something from a horror movie. A lone wolf himself Kumotake somehow felt he wouldn't have many objections in regards to the group separating.
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P a s s i v e s : : > •Venomous Union: Kumotake and Sukoso share the inherent ability with each other to produce venom from fangs. Their bond has granted Kumotake with a set of poison glands to accompany them. His poison is weak in comparison to Sukoso's and isn't lethal...truth be told he prefer not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
> • One Among Many: Sukoso and Kumotake had shared a bond so close that Sukoso sought a way to stand out from the other spiders and demonstrate it's strength to compensate for Kumotake's weak demeanor in the face of danger and abuse. The result was Sukoso freely able to manipulate it's size among three categories. Minuscule enough to retreat into Kumotake's body which was it's original form, slightly larger as a normal spider, and finally large enough to be ridden. It takes a full post to change in size, There's a cooldown of at least 1 full post, must be in physical contact.
•Adhesive Pores: Kumotake can now crawl or crabwalk creepily on all fours. When doing so he can climb flat surfaces and cling without the need for the water walking jutsu. Still, this is incredibly slow and inefficient for any purpose other than stealth. It's also incredibly unsettling to watch.
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O t h e r s : : > Meteor Hammer > 15/15 Senbon > Hinekureta Ito [Perverse Thread] > ◘Aesthetic Breed: _________You breed your Kikaichu to fit your taste in insects. The Kikaichu receive one trait of another insect. (i.e) Stinger, Large Mandibles, Butterfly wings. Your Kikaichu loses the ability to regenerate themselves from an opponent's drained chakra. The trait cannot involve hazards. (i.e poison) [Aesthetic trait: Appearance Arachnid]
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2016 8:39 am
___Kirama sighed, balling up the map he'd just taken the time to mark on and tossing it towards the nearest wastebasket. It flittered in the air, not heavy enough to complete its journey, and bounced off the edge to the floor below. It seemed they would be starting over from scratch again. Outside the window curious onlookers floated by, trying to peer into the scene without wanting to act like they cared that much. What people hadn't already left, now slid into corners, gazes lingering on the three shinobi when they weren't being case in the direction of the other patrons for a fleeting moment. His face contorted in a grimace as Shadow crunched one of the crawly things and Kumotake mispronounced Byakugan again. That was likely not going to change. ___"Kirama Hyuga, at your service." He said with a bow as he prepared to address his squad leader, visibly strained eyes motionless as he took in sights from outside the tavern. ___It didn't really matter that the man was being a royal a**, and appeared even younger than he was, Kirama would show the respect deserved regardless. After all, what kind of Hyuga would he be if he went around shouting at everyone about his feelings? A weird one, at the very least. And if Kirama was the least bit weird, it wasn't in that particular area. ___"At Kumotake's suggestion, I scanned the area with my Byakugan for potential matches to our somewhat wanting description. Four people fit the general bill he gave, but I am unable to determine with any certainty their involvement." The young man said calmly following his flustered squad leader, seemingly as if the shouting, figurative finger pointing, and lack of attention being paid didn't matter to him one bit. ___The explanation also gave him time to continue his search with the Aburame's expanded criteria. His cursory scan revealed Kikaichu on several people, and while it didn't narrow the overall search thanks to the many seat-of-the-pants assumptions being made, it did present some interesting scenarios. ___"Excuse me, sir." His voice overly polite as he came to a stop behind the puppeteer just outside the building, even as it lowered to deliver potentially sensitive information. ___"It would appear that three people fit the general description. One, traveling away, appears to host some sort of... Kikaichu." He tried on the word, finding it an odd one due to his unfamiliarity. ___"The other two do not fit the description of cloak, but general age and appearance. Though, I must point out that one of them is still inside the tavern." They'd technically narrowed the number of suspects by one, but, well, barring Kumotake turning something up or Shadow spotting out their target, they weren't actually much closer. For the moment, the flustered puppeteer, keen-eyed greenhorn, and grumpy Aburame had almost nothing.
OOC: Not sure how much I'm allowed to add to this, so let me know if I overstep my boundaries.
→→The bartender, a man whom had seen Shadow in action and knew of the young boy's exploits, turned several darker shades of red in quick succession while awaiting the young shinobi to finish their speaking. The instant they did the big man brought a callused hand down on his counter with a resounding crack that was sure to grab the two's attention. Their tones, and lack of it, showed just what they thought of their leader, and it annoyed him. "You two will show respect to young Shadow or you will leave this building immediately! Is this understood?!" A patriot, a man who knew of the horrors that had passed since the days of the Plaguebearer, the portly man would have no young, inexperienced children treat a jounin of the village like this! →→It was, unfortunately, at that moment that the bartender realized that his hand hadn't come down with the kind of oomph he had been expecting. →→Purple, brown, green and yellow, the slide sliding out from beneath his hands made it quite apparent that the grub invaders had spread. The answer to 'how' became a bit more obvious when a server who had yet to sneak out screamed, pointing towards the tent and, more importantly, at the wall behind it. There the same color liquid had begun to seep out of the wooden floors and slide into writhing, wriggling masses. It was just the beginning of an unfortunate evening as the slugs began to grow out of random locations, out of the ceiling to plop to the floor or out of walls, which they climbed. →→And then they started biting. →→The first one came out of the wall beside the aforementioned waitress, who screamed as the suction-like mouth attached itself to her left cheek and blood immediately welled up around its mouth. The sounds of some sort of slurping noise could be heard as the body contracted, the oily substance that made up its body flowing into her skin and muscles as she wailed and pulled at the invader! →→Outside, however, Shadow would not be privy to seeing this mess, not right then. Yet the screams would surely pull his attention away shortly after, but not before he compared faces to those in his memories. None fit, not a one, though for just an instant there might have been someone at the back of the crowd. Gone so quick, it might well have left the jounin wondering whether he'd seen it at all.
