|
|
Post by Terumi Rinruri on Aug 30, 2013 19:19:19 GMT -5
 book: 1
chapter: 3 kiri
page: 1 Office daze
Another day, another dollar or so the saying goes. However, for one such as Rinruri, money was of little value personally. For her village, money was of more importance, as she sat in the office of the Mizukage, looking out to the balcony where two guards stood near the ledge. The security in Kirigakure was a tight kind of thing, most days someone couldn't sneeze without three sensors noticing. She understood the necessity for security, but didn't think it was needed in these peace times as the world saw them.
But the being that is Kirigakure no sato, looks like it is far from peace, the village having been re-made during the reign of the Rokudaime Mizukage Bakase, to look more like a military encampment then a vilage with people. Over the years, Rin has taken steps to change facets of this sort of mentality, and wishes to push the village as her grandmother did to be more open minded to other people and villages. With their strict borders, their traditions police and the fact everything you do, say, and in some cases think is monitored and recorded, the village was more like a prison.
With a sigh, she turned from looking out the glass door to the balcony back to her table, on it were budgetary reports. 21,000,000ryo for new equipment, instructors stipend, overhead for the military academy, which was also part of the shinobi academy. As she read this, she sighed and looked back away form the desk, glaring at the door, as if expecting someone to burst through it at any given moment. But no one did, and she knew why, the four levels of security clearance needed just to get to that door, all these rules and traditions she had inherited, all made her feel powerless in her position as the village's leader and strongest shinobi. Which is why the faction war continued on, in secret, kept away from the civilians and younger generations of Kirigakure. A war within the village, held in the shadows, for the very soul of the village. So far both sides had remained in neutral power with each other, when one gained they would also lose and so on. It was because of the faction war, that Nami had been made, one of her more clever moves against the old warlike Councillors.
A look back out the window, and then back to the budget report, as she grimaced and figured paper work could wait. She needed to clear her head, she had a meeting with the elders later, and knew she needed a clear mind in their presence, for she was not the only one with clever thoughts or ideas. She would shuffle the paperwork on her desk, stacking it neatly, arranging the desk in an organized fashion, make her way to the doorway and turn to the light off in the room leaving only the natural light, the grey haze filter in. She opened her door to be greeted by more guards, and nodded to them as she continued past. Through all the security checkpoints in the building and down through the front door, she waited til she was about to hit the street to alter her appearance with a Henge to look like an average plain woman. The guards and the Mei Kiri knew who she was, but the commoners wouldn't nor other shinobi, or civilians, which was what she needed, just some peace at the moment. She didn't need a ton of people approaching her with their annoying greetings or Mizukage-sama's.
Her walk wound with her making her way through the streets, past many guard posts on top of buildings, and many civilians keeping to themselves. The low mists leaving a haze in ones sight, but not obscuring to far down the street, as she made her way through the gray dimness. She would come to a grouping of buildings, a dive next door to a shogi clinic as they were dubbed. Really it was just an large room with tables and Shogi boards set out, for large amounts of people to engage with others, there was even some Go players in there today. One of her normal hangouts to think and watch, was this Shogi clinic, or others like it throughout the village, of the fifty patrons this place could house, she would be the eleventh one in the room this day. Silently she took a chair near a game in progress and watched the game intently.
Henge no Jutsu - " literally Transformation Technique" [/i][/sup][/ul][/div][/div][/center][/right] |
|
Aoyagi Kyozo
[文民] Civilian 
CRIMSON DEMON OF THE MIST
one-eyed dragon
Posts: 21
|
Post by Aoyagi Kyozo on Aug 30, 2013 20:29:32 GMT -5
Carrying his sword on his back he trekked through the misty village with a disgruntled mug branded across his youthful profile. His stride was a slow one, but one filled with confidence, with a daring aura about him also. His crimson pools of hatred looked out to everyone who strode into his path, glaring at them. A gentle breeze passed through the village that sent chills through everyone who saw the tattoo embroidered on the back of his neck.
There was an unspoken war transpiring, and he was apart of it. But, to be completely technical, he wasn't on either side and could be considered as a neutral participant. He could give less than a fuck about anyone in this pitiful excuse of a village who didn't share his ideals. He loathed this village for what it was, weak. It paled in comparison to the village his ancestors founded all those many years ago.
"Just look at 'em," he snarled, head shaking in an apparent disgust. The whole village was filled to the brim with idiots and cowards who would conform and play a lap dog to the government rather than voice their opinions. "They're all lil' pieces of shit!" he spat, stepping on the foot of some irrelevant man who happened to cross paths into his direction. He pushed the whelp to the side, he wasn't worth any more effort than that. If he grew a set and decided to step to Kiyozo, he'd be cut down accordingly. That's how a real Kiri-nin treated trash.
Despite his loner attitude and the big "I-fucking-hate-you" he had stamped across his forehead, the young Aoyagi wasn't all bad. No. Kiyozo happened to be one of those people that you actually had to get to know in order to understand, let alone to be friends with.
One thing that seemed to calm his madness was women, and things that allowed him to think, like Go, or Shogi. You'd never guess it but he was pretty amazing at both games respectively. He had actually just arrived to the shogi clinic at the enter of the village. This was apart of his daily routine. Now all that was left to do was get a few games play, pull one of the hot clerks, take her back to the crib, give her the D, kick her out, then to go to sleep until late afternoon. That's when things went down anyways, but that's an entirely different story to tell.
The moment he stepped into the building he noticed a couple new faces, but that was nothing peculiar. Although, there was one person, one woman he immediately set his sights on. She stood out like a needle in a hay stack.
"Oi," he called out, slamming the side of his fist into the table she sat at. "Hiding behind a transformation won't stop people from knowing who you are," he said in a muffled voice. He wasn't that much of an asshole that he'd yell about the Mizukage being in the clinic just to expose her, because honestly she wasn't nearly that relevant. Even if she pissed him off, he'd just lop her head off her shoulders then call it a day. Plus, he had some good sleep last night. He was feeling nice today, so he'd keep his actions rational for now.
|
|
|
|
Post by Terumi Rinruri on Aug 30, 2013 23:44:06 GMT -5
book: 1
chapter: 3
kiri
page: 2 A new face
Rinruri's cold eyes looked up into the man-childs face. Kiyozo She thought to herself, looking him over as he addressed her and then sat down. Still as crude as ever She thought, and through her transformation he could almost feel her icy blue eyes piercing into him, like needles. She smiled to him before speaking.
[/i]"[/ul] Her tone seemed cheerful and she looked to be smiling, but there a defining note that Kiyozo could pick up, which spoke of a icy demeanor, as if the young man meant nothing to the woman. In truth he was just another shinobi, albeit one of the Seven, and she could not feel ties towards any one ninja. Ties showed weakness, showed care, care would lead to attachment which could lead to leverage. Leverage by the faction to be used against her. It was bad enough she already had one weakness, a weakness she had killed to protect. [/color][/i]"[/ul] She said in a dry tone, that was kept soft so as to not pass beyond the table. No doubt in her mind, she knew the young man had figured out who she was, from his abilities and also because not to far away from the clinic was a cadre of Mei Kiri looking to be pretending to patrol the streets.[/color][/font][/blockquote] [/div][/center][/right] |
|
Aoyagi Kyozo
[文民] Civilian
CRIMSON DEMON OF THE MIST
one-eyed dragon
Posts: 21
|
Post by Aoyagi Kyozo on Aug 31, 2013 18:34:03 GMT -5
An unamused expression assimilated across his mug. Just the sound of her voice annoyed him. He couldn't fathom how anyone saw this, a kunoichi who was too paranoid to walk around the very village she was the leader of without a disguise. His head swayed side-to-side in disapproval. Even with the peepers of her lapdogs watching him from a distance, Kiyozo stood before the disguised-Shadow with contempt.
"Your antics aren't amusing," he stated brashly, his crimson orbs dawning on her only for another moment. A single breath soothed his spirit, he had to refrain from being too irrational. "Are you that afraid of the Council that you let them reduce you to this?" he asked, referring to her chosen appearance.
|
|
|
|
Post by Terumi Rinruri on Aug 31, 2013 19:10:12 GMT -5
book: 1
chapter: 3
kiri
page: 3 A soft smirk
She smirked to herself, at the incompetence of the young. She wished she could be so nieve, like Kiyozo was, for he had not joined up on either side as far as she knew. Her finger idly traced over a shogi piece, as she looked to him.
[/i]"[/ul] She said, and let him take in her words for a moment. She waited until it sunk in what she was speaking of. [/color][/i]"[/ul] She said in a tone that was kept low as to not fall beyond Kiyozo's ears. It was then he would see that same coldness, the intent in her eyes. As if to say, Remember. A kind gesture if she ever had one, as if to say something about who and what was listening to them, watching them. To remember where he was, who he was with. [/color][/i]"[/ul] She asked indicating the shogi board near them.[/color][/font][/blockquote] [/div][/center][/right] |
|
Aoyagi Kyozo
[文民] Civilian
CRIMSON DEMON OF THE MIST
one-eyed dragon
Posts: 21
|
Post by Aoyagi Kyozo on Sept 1, 2013 15:26:16 GMT -5
"Tch." he scowled, was she trying to scare him or something? If so, she failed miserably. He was barely moved by her retort at all. Mention of the council didn't strike any fear into the young man's heart in the slightest way or form. "I'll take my chances," he quipped with a sigh.
Observing the Rinruri's expressions, the blue haired swordsman returned an equally cold glare. His reputation was known by all throughout the village, he was quite the big shot. Many dubbed him as the 'Second-coming of the Demon of the Mist', and also the best swordsmen of his generation since his induction into the Seven Swordsmen at the age of thirteen.
Beyond all that, he was known as one of the few remaining heir of the once prestigious Aoyagi clan. He is both feared and respected by many, so just the thought of the council or the Mizukage threatening his life was amusing. He welcomed their challenge.
"Sure," he accepted the Mizukage's invitation to play a game of Shogi. He had some things he wanted to get some information on, and he figure right now would be prime opportunity for him to do so. |
|
|
|
Post by Terumi Rinruri on Sept 1, 2013 16:32:09 GMT -5
book: 1
chapter: 3
kiri
page: 4 A small challenge
She smirked again, the boy was confident that much was certain. But his lack of understanding towards the ways of the world were a weakness, one that could be exploited by those who sought to.
[/i]"[/ul] She said as she moved the board in front of them and began setting her side in Ohashi fashion which was one of the two recoqnized piece placement and a more regal way to place pieces. Each piece was set down, with a finger on top, creating a snap as the piece softly was placed on the board, indicating familiarity with the game and the drop move, which could mean she was an experienced player. Though the last time she had known, she was ranked seven dan. Though that was tournaments a long time ago [/color][/font][/blockquote] [/div][/center][/right] |
|
