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The reclusive fort housing the survivors of Kumogakure no Sato's destruction, located in the center of Chiroptera Forest whose dangers and local superstitions provide a natural barrier to the rest of the world. Nestled in the roots of one of the ancient trees, the people here are learning to survive alongside the ancient forest, the local Koumori serving to help things along. However, carefully hidden away underneath the fort the shinobi way of life continues on in the shadows in Kumonohora....

First Contact | Lethe

PostPosted by Isuzu » Sat Mar 30, 2013 11:49 am

It was one of those days where the clouds passed over the sun every few minutes, for a few minutes, then moved on only for another to come along in a never ending cycle. To Shiro, this was a new phenomena. He was used to clear skies in the mountains, home to the Hiragana Compound. There was a scent in the air of something dead, brought in by the winds from the east. That was towards the forests that lead back to the main village. The Samurai had probably discovered another small shinobi liberation group hiding amongst the common people. That was why he was here, to end their rule and bet things back to being less horrific. When the ninja ruled the land it was still far from paradise, but at least they didn't murder people in the streets or oppress entire groups into hiding. They were the lesser of two evils, as it were.

The small village on the outskirts of the main village was his current location. It was away from the watchful eyes of the Samurai, though there were still patrols that came through every few days. He had no way of knowing when the last one came through, though, so it was best to avoid using any jutsu. They paid a pretty penny for anyone offering them information on shinobi, turning any pedestrian into a potential spy. This was another practice that sickened Ro. The greed of these people that led them to sell names they knew full well would be sentenced to death was beyond anything he'd witnessed.

Off in the distance were the mountains that had been his home until a week ago, when he'd left to help the shinobi cause on orders from the clan council. He was still bitter about the whole ordeal but wasn't one for complaining. The council would get their just desserts in due time, much like the samurai and, eventually, the shinobi as well.

The 22 year old's long white overcoat fluttered in the wind, as did his hair and the red scarf around his neck. He still wore his traditional clan outfit despite being upset with them at the moment. He had both hands in his pockets as he walked the dirt road that ran through the center of the town, trying to escape the retched smell of death still in the air and the slight chill from the wind. He entered into a small cafe located on said street and sat at a table, the same smug look on his face he always carried. He ordered a cup of hot tea and took out a book titled The Intricacies of World Politics, a complicated book that discussed in great detail how each village's political system worked, and how each coexisted with the others as well. The book was marked to the chapter pertaining to Kumo. He didn't even notice he was the ONLY person in the cafe.
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PostPosted by Love » Sat Mar 30, 2013 2:27 pm

Long purple sandals that nearly trailed up to a petite girl's knees hit against bark in repeat fashion as the small-framed woman leapt between large branches in a traditional manner of transportation from anyone who had lived their life in the densely forested Land of Fire. Her means of traversing the landscape was about the only thing traditional about her, though. Matching the sandals, she wore a modified kimono that was short as a skirt at the waste, be lengthy and decorative at the arms with a baggy, turned-down hood attached around the shoulders in the back.

With one more leap from the tree tops, the girl quickly fell vertically down to landed standing on a dirt road that had been carved out of the forest. There was no markings or signs, no Buddha statue positioned on the side to assure good fortunes for those that traveled this path. However, she still knew what one more step meant. With all the disorder in her own country, it's not hard to imagine that she had gotten as strong as she had without having to leave the forest territory. However, one more step and she'd officially be in a different country, the furthest she's ever been from home. Yet, in the same sense of things, it was a home she was headed towards.

Out in the Land of Lightning somewhere was her brother. Due to the chaos within his own country, their meeting was cut short last time they met. However, she hadn't heard anything from him in almost a year now and wanted to be sure he was OK. All she ever heard concerning the Land of Lightning was rumors and gossip from travelers that were met along the road or housed for the night in the collective village the Nara, Yamanaka, & her own clan had established in the woods. They were the tales of terror, or refugee. Tales that did not inspire hope in the young girls heart.

With a sigh and a shut of the eyes the girl's head dipped down for a moment. "Just think of Kou." Her sandal covered foot rose and moved forward, hovering over the earth for a moment before it firmly stepped down before being followed by its partner so that she was fully passed the invisible barrier that represented the divide of the two countries. Her eyes shot open with a smile and a slight jump of jubilation. "Alright, that deserves a reward!" She followed the experience of stepping into a new country with sitting down in one right in the middle of the road as she cracked open a bag of potato chips and scarfed the whole thing down.




A half-day's journey since the morning crossing brought her to the first village she had seen sense coming to the Land of Lightning. As she traveled the landscape gradually changed from the massive trees of the Land of Lightning to more reasonably sized plants positioned on more mountainous terrain. However, Oichi was glad to finally see sign of civilization since the bag of chips, along with the 5 other snack breaks she had taken on her way to this small village, were hardly enough to tide her over.

As the shadows of clouds passed overtop her, she walked down the main road of the village with her arms across her stomach clenching the rumbling void within her. One of her arms broke off her flat stomach to lift up the curtain hanging to mark the entrance to a cafe, making her one of two people in the deserted place other than the staff. She had barely sat down before she throwing her hand up in the air to place her order. "Twelve orders of dumplings, two pan fried noodles, and five servings of yakitori chicken!"
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PostPosted by Isuzu » Sat Mar 30, 2013 5:49 pm

The tea had a certain...flavor to it. It was nothing like the hot tea he usually drank back in the compound. Perhaps the high altitude and heavy rainfall made for better flavor in the leaves. Or maybe they just didn't know how to make good tea. It wasn't that the tea was bad, just different. It was also a little on the hot side when they brought it out so he had to let it sit for a few minutes, quietly reading his book as he did so. He could've stayed in the village today, but he had to get away from there. At least in this place there were less samurai to hassle you simply because, much to the dismay of Shiro, he "looks like a ninja". He couldn't wait for the day one of them hassled him when he was in the wrong mood. The only problem was they usually travelled in groups of 5 or more, so a frontal assault usually wasn't the best option.

By the time he'd read enough to turn the page he assumed his tea would have cooled off enough to be drinkable. As he took his first real sip, a flicker of light caused him to look up from his book. The cloth to the entrance moved, letting in the light as well as a girl. She seemed to be around Kaito's apparent age, though he was actually far older than her. She was holding her stomach as if she'd been starving for days, though he highly doubted she'd missed a meal, and sat down at the closest table she could find. She was fairly attractive, though Shiro hardly had time for such things. He could still recognize beauty when he saw it. She was sitting a couple of tables away from him, his being in the corner with him occupying the seat closest to the wall facing the entrance. He'd picked it because of the light arrangement making it the optimal place for reading. He then heard her order. "Teh." The sound slipped out without him noticing, though he didn't mind if she heard. The girl was being glutenous, ordering far more than she could eat judging by her frame. It was ridiculous for her to order such an amount considering all those he'd seen starving back in the village. But she didn't appear to be from the village, so there was no way for her to know that.

He picked up his small cup of tea by the handle, extending his pinky outwards in true Hiragana fashion as he drank, watching her for a moment. She was intriguing, from her style of dress to her astoundingly large appetite. The waitress then came to him for his food order, an occurrence the girl hadn't waited for when she rudely yelled her order out. "What'll you be having with that tea, sir?" Shiro hadn't looked over the menu, but knew what he wanted without looking. "I'll stick with my tea. From the sound of it you'll be all out by the time this one's satisfied." He moved his head slightly in the direction of the girl across the room. Shiro said this loudly enough for the girl to hear, though not in a particularly mean way. There was actually no emotion in the phrase at all, so the girl could take his words as either insulting, flirtatious, jokingly, or any other way she felt. The waitress let out a slight chuckle at his sentence. "If you change your mind, I'll be back to refill your tea in a few minutes." Shiro nodded, though he knew he wouldn't be eating today.

He then moved his eyes back down to his book, picking up on the subject of how the move from a barter based economy into a monetary system had led to the decline of craft-based skills, such as smithing, being taught in the academy, leading to more trade with other countries. HIs face was still as smug as ever.
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PostPosted by Love » Sat Mar 30, 2013 10:52 pm

Oichi shot the man a grumpy scowl for his speaking out. As far as she was concerned she had healthy appetite for a growing girl her age. After the waitress, also a girl her age, finished with the only other guest in the establishment, she went and collected the food the cooks in the back had started cooking when Oichi called out her order. Maybe if it was a normal day they may not have, but the only chance to make much coin was from this girl with eyes larger than her stomach as it seemed. Brining over a tray overloaded with food, she set the dishes down in front of the petite girl. By the time everything had been placed on wooden table, the waitress folded her arms in front of her, holding the tray flat against herself.

"This looks good!" There was a distinct joy in her exclamation just before she slapped her flat palms in front of her in a traditional prayer gesture that lasted merely a moment before the hands grabbed hold of a pair of chop sticks and broke the wooden utensils apart.

"Will there be anything else for you?"

Unfortunately Oichi couldn't answer right away. The food hadn't as so much as cooled before she started shoveling it in. Grabbing two whole chicken skewers she ate them like a fire eater devours a sword coated in flame. When she pulled the two sticks out there wasn't a drop of meat on them, though before she started chewing a whole serving of dumplings before she started stuffing the rest of the room in her maw with the noodles. A shocked expression crossing her full face before she beat her bust twice and washed down the first mouthful with the water the waitress had also brought along with her.

"Rice! I forgot the rice. A big bowl, with fried eel on top please." Oichi parted her hands to show how big a bowl she meant, but once the server left to go place in the addition to her original order the small girl continued the spectacle of piling food into her gullet. As grotesque a display it may seem, Oichi was hardly the refined lady her mother had been. Oichi had actually grown up surrounded by other Akimichi, unlike her disavowed mother had. However, what it meant for the little girl was that she had grown up with many family meals, and when you weigh only a fraction of what everyone else at the table does, you learn you have to fight barbarically for you meals.
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PostPosted by Isuzu » Sun Mar 31, 2013 11:05 am

Shiro kept his eyes glued to his book but his ears were listening to everything around him. There was a distinct noise as the wooden sticks struck the glass plate, alerting Ro every time the girl reached onto her plate for another bite to eat. He now had his book simply open on the table, freeing up one of his hands for use. His left hand never left the handle of his cup since the last sip he'd taken, anticipating the next one. His right elbow sat on the table so his chin could rest on his hand. The material his gloves were made from felt cold on his skin.

The Hiragana raised his eyes in time to see her beating her chest to force what Shiro assumed to be an unreasonably large chunk of food down her throat. Was she really that hungry that she couldn't take the time to properly chew before sending it down to her stomach? The contrast between her looks and her eating habit had officially peaked his interest. There was something unique about this girl that couldn't be seen on the surface. The cup slowly made it's way to the pseudo-immortals mouth for a sip as his eyes stayed glued on the girl. She'd finally managed to swallow her mouthful and was now demanding the staff bring her out rice. She'd somehow let it slip her mind when ordering the array of other dishes. He moved his index finger around his face until the tip rested on his temple, the rest of his hand running parallel to his jaw line down to his chin, where his thumb rested. The girl had yet to thank the waitress for her services, which actually fit in with what Shiro knew about her so far; she was obnoxious and lacked manners. That was once thing the young man simply could not tolerate in a person. Hiragana clansmen were taught from a young age how to conduct themselves in a civilized, respectful manner. It was obvious her upbringing had been less...refined.

He then set the cup back down on it's coaster, an accessory his company across the room neglected to use. The waitress came with a ceramic pitcher containing more of the tea he was drinking. She refilled the cup, though he'd hardly drank any of it in the first place. Still, there was no denying the service here was good. That was mostly due to the low number of occupants. "Have you decided on what to eat yet, sir?" Shiro figured she would keep coming back periodically to ask this until he ordered something, so he decided to save her the trouble and order himself a little dish. "A cup of rice, please." He figured that would be the one thing they'd have the most of, so there was no danger of running out. The young waitress flashed him a bright smile. "Sure, hun. It'll be right out. Enjoy your tea." She seemed sweet, though he wondered how much of that was hoping to get a nice tip. The clothes we was wearing would certainly give the impression of wealth. Taking another sip of his tea, he found himself struggling to concentrate on his reading with all of the noise the girl was making while eating. After reading the same couple of lines four or five times and still not able to retain the information, he shut the book with a flip of his wrist and crossed his arms, his eyes now locked on the girl who seemed oblivious to the amount of commotion she was causing.

"Did your parents neglect to teach you basic table manners?" This was the first time he'd directly addressed the girl, yet he still spoke in the same monotone voice he always used, regardless of his true emotions at the time. Hopefully he could persuade her to be quieter as she ate, but if not things would have to get more...personal. There were no excuses for such rudeness.
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PostPosted by Love » Mon Apr 01, 2013 11:12 pm

By the time he spoke up, the chicken had all been devoured, and all that was left of the noodles was about a quarter of the plate. There were two untouched dumpling sticks mixed in with the pile of wooden skewers thrown about, and a single dumpling held horizontally before Oichi's face that the girls small mouth encased and closed around before her hand pulled out the stick to the side allowing her to chew down the flour ball along with the two others that came off the stick. Still chewing, she replied. "No, Mama taught me just fine, I just didn't listen." The swallow was quickly followed by an intensional burp just to piss the guy off. She started flipping the empty dumpling stick between her fingers as she looked up towards the guy she hadn't paid any attention to before.

"I mean honestly, who has time for all that proper lady stuff. I can say this though, yours didn't do any better, huh? Or didn't they every tell you its rude to interrupt someone when they're eating." Oichi tossed the skewer back down and reached for the chopsticks, picking up the plate of unfinished noodles in her other hand and tilting it up to her face to scoop the rest of it into her unending maw.

That was the funny thing about manners. You really couldn't correct someone on theirs without coming off as either stuck-up or rude. However, Oichi's really didn't care for them much at all. Her mother, the drama queen, had been obsessed, even as a kunoichi, with carrying herself as a proper woman. However, Oichi didn't waste any time with the same. You've got to be tough to make it in a world where everyone else is twice, if not three times, your size.
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PostPosted by Isuzu » Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:24 am

Shiro took another sip of his tea as the girl responded, her mouth full of food as she did so. He simply could not believe this beautiful young lady conducted herself in such a disgusting manner in public. Eating loudly was one thing, but eating while talking was quite another thing all together. "That much is apparent." Another sip was added after his short, but hopefully hurtful response. He wanted the girl to feel embarrassed for acting like such a slob in front of him. And he still wondered how she was able to down the food, as she just kept shoveling it into her mouth, one item after the other. Where was it all going? Did she have some sort of medical condition that made her food simply evaporate once it hit the acid of her stomach?

The burp was perhaps the most disrespectful act any human being had done to him since he'd come to the village; and that was including the samurai. It was days like these that caused him to miss the peaceful days at the compound, where everyone had manners and treated each other with respect. It was these exact situations that made him despise shinobi, though he wasn't exactly sure that's what she was yet. But he had his suspicions. "I believe you mean when they're talking" She'd even gotten the saying wrong, though it was fitting that she'd said it in that particular way. "Though it seems that the two are one in the same for you." With any luck this last line would've really pissed her off. There was no way Shiro was going to be able to finish reading his book now. This lunch was his only chance to read he'd be having anytime soon. Once he was back with the shinobi rebellion he'd be far too busy for anything of that sort.

The waitress emerged from the back with a small bowl of plain white rice for the Hiragana clansmen, as well as a pair of chopsticks. "One cup of rice for you, sir." She set them down on the table before him. He didn't respond to her, only grabbed his chop sticks and broke them apart. If words wouldn't suffice to show this girl the error of her ways, perhaps an example of proper manners would. He fiddled with the sticks for a moment to get them properly gripped with his fingers. "Allow me to demonstrate the proper way to consume food." He dipped his chopsticks into the rice and picked up a mouthful. Raising it to his mouth, he was careful not to drop any on the table or ground. That would be rude, and haste while eating was seen as disgraceful as well. He placed the food into his mouth and then removed the sticks through his closed lips, no rice on the end. After a short amount of chewing he swallowed, then looked up at the girl again.

Hopefully she'd learned a thing or two.

OOC: I'll work the "runt" thing into my next post or two. Just trying to have a proper setup so it seems believable for both characters.
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PostPosted by Love » Fri Apr 05, 2013 10:45 pm

Once she finished with the last of the noodles she moved on to the last remaining food she had before her, which meant that until she got more, it would be the most delicious part of the of the entire meal. Picking up the last two sticks of dumplings, she held the battered treats in her palm and used her thumb to pop them up one by one only to be caught by the hungry girl's mouth. The repeated the process with every one of them except the last. That one became sacred, for you can never tell when next you'd be able to eat after finishing a meal. That was about the only piece of food that she took her time with, encasing it in her mouth before pulling out the stick to allow her to chew.

With dumpling in her maw, she didn't even dignify the thoroughly rude man with a response other than childishly sticking out her tongue at him, which was both an offensive act, and a declaration of victory against the food she had devoured in this setting. However, the champion did not last long before anticipating the challenge. If the stranger's rice was done, the her fried eel rice would surely follow, though now more in the capacity of a desert. The attention that she had shot over to the window between the parlor and the kitchen was drawn back by the annoyance of the man who had only about proven he didn't know how to shut up.

"Congratulations, you're capable of putting food in your mouth. If we're lucky you just might choke!" She said standing up with a hand flattening the sticks that separated her palm from the table. Her words were followed with a distinct clunk, though it was not from Oichi, but rather the waitress as she dropped down the large bowl of rice Oichi had ordered relier. "Uo, wow!" And just like that her attention was back onto food, taking in a big whiff of the fried eel coating the top of the mound of rice that came in a bowl as big as a fully grown watermelon.

Picking herself up from behind the hefty bowl the waitresses expression turned into a droopy surprise at the thought of. "But...how did you...?" She looked over to the standing Oichi who was no looming over the bowl.

The small girl instantly picked back up her chopsticks. However, that wasn't all. Her other hand reached out snatched up two of the skewers that had originally came with the dumplings and gripped ahold of them to make them into a new pair of utensils. Quickly passing overtop, the wooden sticks picked up more and more eel before she chomped down on the grilled seafood before beginning the same process of engorging herself on the food as fast as she could. Though the display had bare gotten way before she was interrupted again, though this time not by the annoying guy in the corner. "How can you possibly eat so much?" The young girl around Oichi's age hadn't left the side of the table after dropping off the rice, though her puzzled stare had moved from the pile of dirty dishes to the petite framed woman before her.

"Bhat?" She said giving a swallow to the rice in her mouth, her lips covered with a few scattered bits of the food. "I'm a growing girl." It was all she said before starting back to the process of making the rice vanish.
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PostPosted by Isuzu » Sat Apr 06, 2013 9:57 pm

A small but distinct scowl creased his face as his eyes stayed glued to the girl, who was now stuffing more food into her face. This was the first sign of emotion he'd shown all evening, and it bittered his bones to allow this girl to bring it out of him. The fact that her words managed to affect him in anyway was simply unacceptable. He was a Hiragana for beings-sake! His evolution far surpasses that of the regular human. Shiro believed himself to be biologically superior to the girl in every way, and to show emotion proved that, at least in that regard, they were equals. Shutting his eyes, the man cleared his eyes and allowed for the emotion to be quickly cleared from his face. As he exhaled he again put his eyes on the young girl who'd managed to force his emotions outward. He put another modest mouthful of rice into his mouth, followed by a few swallows of tea. His glass was getting low now, so hopefully the waitress would be out soon to refill it.

His arms were still crossed in front of his chest with his legs crossed at the knee. The waitress had just delivered her food, which was already half way gone what seemed like before she had fully set it down. The way this girl ate was simply...barbaric. There was no mistaking it now, she had to be a shinobi. The over-confidence, the rudeness, the unquenchable appetite. These were all signs of a ninja. The appetite just usually happened to be for war, battle and blood, not food. The waitress seemed surprised at how quickly she'd managed to eat the food that was brought out before hand. There was no way she hadn't heard all that commotion when the girl'd been chowing down. Perhaps she didn't want to seem rude, which Shiro respected. It was more than the one who was eating had shown. The waitress obviously wasn't a shinobi, so he expected that from her. He heard the girl answer the waitress with a mouthful of food.

"Teh." He let his eyes wonder back to his own food, which be took another bite of, followed by another swallow of tea. This was the most dignified way to consume ones food, or so he'd been taught back at the compound. One was to take a bite of food first, then drink their beverage to wash down any that may still be left in their teeth or throat. His tea cup was now empty as well.

Once the waitress was done with her she made her way to him, the same warm smile covering her face. "Everything alright over here, sir?" She looked at his food before him and noticed his glass was low before he could get the words from his mouth himself. "I'll be right out with more tea for you." A nod assured her Shiro heard her statement, and she walked off into the back behind the curtain. Once he was sure she was gone, he addressed the girl yet again. "Such hostility.." The man paused between words, taking time to watch the girl shovel food into her mouth like an animal. It was beneath the evolutionary superiority of the human race to behave in such a way. The girl continued eating though, taking no notice to the first part of his sentence.

"..from a runt."
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PostPosted by Love » Tue Apr 09, 2013 7:00 pm

The eel didn't last long at the top of the mountain of rice packed into a bowl that looked more like it was for cooking than serving the food, something the diner had done to accommodate Oichi's wide request. With the double-handed eating, she was consuming the remainder of her meal even quicker then she had done before. The only thing that could have sped up the process further were for her to grow a second mouth.

Even before the waitress ran off to fetch more tea for Oichi's tavern rival, the girl had already made it past the brim on the bowl and was now more hunched over the dish to shorten the distance between her face and her food. Grains of rice not only stuck to her cheeks, but also were scattered about the table like the wreckage of a battlefield. Her devotion to devouring had overcome any annoyance the man had given her, electing simply to ignore him in order to better savor her swiftly downed dish before pushing on with her journey. However, Oichi was not one for having an abundance of self-control. Her indifference lastly only so long as before the taboo escaped the rude man's lips.

Following the last word Oichi's ear twitched instinctually and the momentum of her shoveling came to an abrupt stop. With food still being swallowed down her gullet, the standing girl picked up her head, which now featured a bulging blood vessel running on her temple. The petite girl came round her table marching straight down the gap between where she and the pest were seated and then straight up the bench opposite to him till she stood on top his table, knocking over his empty teacup in the process. Her left hand grip ahold of his collar to yank him up some as her other hand reared back. "What did you call me?" Her fist clenching tighter with her rage.

Since this was her reaction when she didn't quite catch the word, he'd be able to guess how it is she'd react if it were repeated straight to her face. All it would take would be for him to repeat that curse and she'd loose it, not that it may come off as all too threatening since she had a frame that suggested she'd have trouble punching through paper. However, that would all change as her punch was thrown as her arm multiplied several times over to become a brick wall of meat that would launch the man straight through the wooden wall in the corner of the business, all the while Oichi screaming at the top of her small lungs, "I AM NOT A RUNT!"
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