Aashif was sound asleep in the hotel room that he had bought for the night, still yet to get an apartment. He woke up when he heard a knock at the door. "House keeping!" He stirred in his sleep a little bit, but refused to wake up. KNOCK KNOCK "House keeping!" He groaned a little bit, and rolled out of bed, attempting to sit up, but ultimately failing, he fell flat on his face, and the unstrung long bow fell on top of him, reminding him that he had a mission today with another shinobi. He looked up, the sun was relatively high. "I'm probably late..missions are supposed to start in the morning, right..?" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "House keeping!" How could she keep such a cheerful tone, but knock so violently? He looked down on himself, he had packed light, having only a katana, a back pack full of clothes, a longbow with a quiver that held thirty six arrows, and a grey green and brown mottled cloak. He opened the door, shirtless, and let her in. "Thank youu!" She said, holding that ridiculously cheerful tone. "Yeah..sure." He muttered, and while she was cleaning he quickly threw on a black shirt, following which he put on a pair of black boots.
He strung the bow, and tested the draw weight. "Expecting trouble today?" he looked over, surprised that she had spoken to him. "Yeah, something like that." He buckled the quiver across his back, so he could draw and fire quickly. He then took his katana. "Do you know where there might be a good liquor store?" He said, and she nodded quickly. "End of the block, Marjorie's liquor." He left a tip as thanks, and put on the cloak, leaving the cowl down. He walked down and checked out of the hotel, and walked to the liquor store, and took about ten minutes selecting a rum that wasn't some variation of sake. He noticed that the store manager wasn't watching him, so he put the bottle in his cloak and walked out, heading down the street to a place called "Autumn Road" or something similar to that. He carefully opened the bottle of liquor when he was a decent distance away, and took a swig, he sighed as the liquor burned a path down his throat and to his stomach, and screwed the cap back on, putting it into his backpack.
He stopped, figuring he should buy some food, too. He bought a bag of apples, and stuffed that into his backpack, too. He waved to a few people he had met in the past week he had been in the village, he had a grey bandana headband, and a regular grey one, today he had chosen to wear the bandana headband, his hair covered and held down out of the way. He moved silently, and quickly, and as he came into the clearing he saw Osen, dressed a little more properly than when he had first seen her, in a white t-shirt with a logo on it that he didn't recognize, and cargo shorts, she was bent over and she had picked up a red leaf, he stepped out onto the path, after she had mused aloud about his whereabouts. "Present." He said, and waved to her. "Sorry I'm late. I brought apples."
fist in the air
power to the people