Test Drive Post!

[sunshinemods]

Sunshineverse

Okay everyone, it's time to test some people out! The rules of the game are simple. You have a character you would like to try out as a native to the setting of this game. You want to see if this is the right setting to play said character in, right? Well, then all you have to do is drop them into this post as a top level comment with this as the header: Character name | Series (OC's just put Original here) | Planned Village Affiliation Then you comment around and play with everyone else! If you need some ideas on how to get started, you can drop your character in during the middle of a mission, have them at an eatery around their village, or maybe even just doing weapons practice. It's up to you how you want to set out, so feel free to put your characters in this version of the Naruto universe however it most seems appropriate. Just be sure to say where you put them somewhere in your post though, otherwise two people might not even be threading in the same country. One last thing! Remember that your character was born in this universe, so whatever else you decide, your character is a world native, even if they might be a tourist in the village you decided to test them out on. And that's it. Just be good to each other and have fun! Threads you do here can count toward future activity checks, so long as the person you're threading with gets in too. These threads can also be used for samples on your application. Locations General Info Characters World ♦ Main Community ♦ Message Community ♦ OOC Community ♦ Premise ♦ Rules ♦ F.A.Q. ♦ Character History FAQ ♦ Taken ♦ Applications ♦ Nationality Guide ♦ Country Navigation ♦ Sunshine Timeline ♦ Backstory List ♦ Maps

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Uchiha Fugaku | Naruto | Konoha

[disgruntledmountain]

Despite how crowded the tea shop had become, the seat next to Fugaku remained empty. He doubted it was because it was in the drafty, slightly damp corner facing the road, but had every idea that it was because he was occupying the other end of the bench. Fugaku stared out into the unseasonal rain storm, straight down miserable stuff, arms crossed. He wasn't so far from Konoha proper that it was unreasonable to think some recognized him (or recognized that he was Uchiha and old and therefore not pleasant). It was probably more that Fugaku's expression, he had been told, looked like he ate children for breakfast.

Of course, the day he'd decided to run a frivalous errand for Mikoto, he'd gotten stuck in a freak shower. Fugaku looked down at the basket at his feet. In it sat a few bulbs and a small kitten--large ears and legs and fuzz--napping. The bulbs were for Mikoto's garden--something had dug up a few of her favorites, and Fugaku thought he should replace them since he was out and about. It was always a good idea to stay on Mikoto's good side. Fugaku looked down at the fuzzier and smaller kitten in his lap. This one refused to sleep in the basket like her sister, but had cried and crawled around until Fugaku had let her in his lap.

Fugaku imagined Mikoto would laugh at this situation--Fugaku waiting out the rain in a frilly tea shop with a basket full of flower bulbs, flowers, and kittens. How was he going to carry the kittens if they were both awake when the rain let up? He'd juggled Sasuke enough as a baby, he ought to be able to manage kittens. Fugaku sighed to himself and looked out at the rain.

...he should probably check up on where Sasuke was and what he was doing. He'd given up on keeping track of Itachi years ago. he should at least have some kind of report to give about his children when people asked about them rather then "probably not dead, as people are legally obligated to tell me if they are." He'd ask Mikoto first and see what she knew. He would be able to find her, at least. Maybe she would also give him the good news Sasuke was interested in a girl (Fugaku had given up on Itachi's ever fathering a child).

The rain blew a little sideways, disturbing the kitten in his lap. Fugaku reached down and absently rubbed its head as it settled, frowning.

I don't even play an Uchiha character here and I shrieked on seeing this.

[abileunaspada]

Huh... What a day to be caught out in a late autumn rainstorm. The red-headed kunoichi sighed as the rain splashed at her ankles even beneath her umbrella, frowning at the wet and increasingly muddy sandals she wore. She'd have to take a hot bath after this to get the feeling back in her toes, and the thought of said bath comforted her in the downpour.

At least she had dropped off the child she had been watching for that D-Rank, with the slip that confirmed her mission completion in her pocket. So it was while she was on her way back that she spotted an unusual figure in a warm tea shop -- someone she could recognize as Uchiha, seeing as he had that look about him. No umbrella, either...

...

Damn her conscious. Adela approached then, closing her umbrella as her good eye wandered over his packages and such before a gentle expression fell on him, "Excuse me, sir, are you here waiting out the storm?"

[senseiofthesea]

"Uchiha-sama?" The tone was questioning, but he was rather certain that he had the right person. He had cause to see the man more often than most parents if only because once his son graduated from his class, he still had other clan children coming through that he needed to keep an eye on.

That wasn't to say he'd seen him any time recently though, and he came to stand by the seat that had gone long abandoned with a friendly smile. "Would you mind some company?"

[notveryspecial]

Fun fact: Sakura had absolutely no idea what Fugaku Uchiha looked like. She knew what Mikoto Uchiha looked like, but for some reason (probably that she didn't concern herself with Uchiha affairs when she could help it) she'd never encountered Fugaku before. It was ultimately a matter of necessity that the girl in the pink braid ended up taking the unoccupied portion of the bench. The tea shop had become unbearably cramped by the time she passed it by, and the rain was beginning to get so heavy that it was in danger of compromising the wax seal coating the large scroll she carried.

Although it slowed her down, it was better to wait for the rain to pass than to fail to deliver important documents in a state that would actually be usable because she continued through the rain when there was shelter she could have used.

She recognized his features as both Uchiha and old, but the idea of sitting next to an unpleasant man was more favorable than the loud and rowdy people who were the only other places she could try to sit and wait for the storm to pass with.

She was careful to sit on the far end so that there was a respectful distance between she and the Uchiha already occupying it, but otherwise she didn't bother to ask permission. Asking permission opened up the possibility of sitting elsewhere or standing, and she wished to do neither.

She did glance at the kittens in his lap and basket briefly when she sat, carefully arranging the scroll so that it wouldn't crease or crumple under its own weight over however long it would take for the rain to pass...but she did at least make no attempt at conversation.

That would probably have been awkward.

OMF--- lmfao Fugaku with kittens!

[shunshinoshishi]

If there was one other person besides Fugaku's immediate family who's gotten used to that grumpy face, it was Shisui. The shop sure was crowded, and, admittedly, he'd spotted the empty seat but had sort of craned his neck to try and find a different one. Ahem. But it wasn't like he was avoiding his uncle altogether.

Just... you know. It wouldn't be the most pleasant sort of company to be keeping.

So he slips next to him, arms crossed on the table, and glances over at whatever Fugaku's hand was doing under the table.

....

Wait what?!

"Is that what I think it is?" And, as an afterthought: "Good evening, Sir."

EVERYONE GOT TO DAD BEFORE I COULD??????

[not_thedragon]

"Hoderi -- that's not food!" Sasuke's voice cut through the rain before Sasuke himself did, diving after a juvenile goshawk that burst through the door with claws outstretched for the kitten in the basket. He tackled the bird just in time, taking a wing to the face before wrestling the disappointed animal back onto his shoulder, keeping one feathery leg in his grip.

"Just because it's lying around doesn't mean you can eat it," he scolded, peering down at the basket and the kitten to make sure it wasn't anything but frightened. He turned to the man whose basket it was, an apology on his lips --

Only for the words to die in his throat as his face went pale.

"Father," he managed. "I'm --" He paused, voice shrinking. "Sorry?"

(( given up on firstborn hmm? ))

[uchihasavior]

"Father." He greets with trained respect, though his gaze is trained on the basket at his father's feet, and its contents. Mother has a lot to do with this.
After bowing his head shortly, he quietly takes a seat beside him, almost offering to take the kitten off of his hands. He doesn't seem too thrilled.

h-hello fugaku-san...

[ninjaindianajones]

The tea shop happened to have some cute pastries in the display, that's why Mika had stepped in just minutes before the rain started. Not wanting to get soaked and having no place in particular to go she stayed by the counter to enjoy her coffee. Someone had over-roasted the beans so it was a little bitter. Despite not being one to add cream or sugar the woman put a few drops in to cover the tang. Not getting coffee here again.

With so many people also coming in Mika began looking around at everyone. People watching was kind of her thing. She'd make up stories about each stranger. Their names, hobbies, jobs--

A familiar face made Mika pull back slightly. Oh shit, it was Fugaku. She'd never gotten along with him, having the look of a thug with her piercings and tattoo. It didn't help that she was friendly with Itachi either. The old man probably thought she'd corrupt him or something.

Mika should have moved out of view but it was too late. They made eye contact. Her mouth turned into an awkward smile but there wasn't an attempt at moving. Nope she'll just sit here and be awkward by herself. That was before...she saw a fuzzy little kitten sleeping in a basket by Fugaku. Oh no. Not cats. Her greatest weakness.

The temptation to go look was strong, Mika had actually stood up halfway. It was so cute! Wait, no, she wasn't...but little cat... Mika was so torn.

sorry I just Hyuuga Uchiha lulz

[heavenly_earth]

There was nothing quite like walking into a shop and seeing the head of a prominent clan sitting at one of the tables and clearly bent on taking up the whole bench. More surprising than that however, was the kitten in his lap. With absolutely no room to even begin thinking about posing a query to the Uchiha patriarch, Neji nodded a perfectly normal acknowledgement then turned his attention from the man to the much simpler task of getting a nice, warm cup of tea.

The rain that blew through was chilling in the wake of the wind that followed, and Neji counted himself lucky, drowned as he felt, that he'd found this shop to wait the majority of it out in because despite keeping his shivering under relative control, no shinobi was actually immune to cold. It seemed he wasn't the only one to think so, if the crowded shop was any indication.

Neji accepted his tea with a murmur of thanks and far be it for him to impose himself on a Clan Head, Neji moved to lean against the back wall to nurse it. That he managed to give Fugaku a respectable amount of distance was a considerable bonus, and the hard frown in his expression made him wonder if all Clan Heads developed that particular expression for a reason. Hiashi was certainly no friendlier in manner. Not that he was looking- or appeared to be anyway. The benefit of Hyuuga's blank eyes was a distinct inability to see where their attention was focused.

The kitten however, had no such reservations and stared straight at him in what appeared to be some measure of deep offense. Like it could sense the buckets of rainwater soaked into his clothing and saturated his hair.

Peace and a strained silence seemed to stretch between them and Neji wondered if it might be more polite to say something. He banished the idea within moments and decided to maintain his silence, because as foreboding as Fugaku seemed, he had no connection or real obligation to the man- beyond perhaps being partially responsible for Sasuke being hungover some days.

[thelittleprincess]

Ami entered the teashop with a basket of her own, filled with sewing supplies her aunt had sent her out for as an errand, as Team Shisui's training for the day had been cancelled due to the weather. It dwarfed her small frame, making her look even tinier than she usually did. The shopkeeper had given her a plastic bag to wrap her purchases in, thankfully, but Ami would just as soon wait it out rather than run back home. Especially because she wouldn't be the only one getting wet.

She saw the crest before she really nitced the nice bubble of solitude enveloping Fugaku, and for a moment she just stopped, shrinking into her high collar and all but hiding behind the basket. She was torn between her long-held admiration for the Uchiha clan as a whole and her natural aversion to social interaction as a whole. Eventually, her choice was made and she approached him.

"Excuse me, Uchiha-san," she murmured, ducking her head in a low bow and—totally by chance, of course—hiding shyly behind a wet, long curtain of blonde hair. "May I take that seat?" A ripple in her dress made her jolt, before a small calico head popped out of her collar to stare at him curiously. Ami bit her lip, hoping that the cat would draw attention away from the way her ears reddened in embarrassment. "...may we take that seat?"

Hoshigaki Kisame | Naruto | Let's go with still loyal to Kiri. For now

[noboatbigenough]

On paper it was a simple diplomatic mission. There were documents to be delivered and looked over, then signed and sealed, and sent back to Kirigakure. Really, the important details had been poured over, argued over, and refined to the point that this was more like a courier mission.

Not the kind of mission a Kiri jounin would be sent on, much less one of the Seven Swordsmen. Not that Kisame was dressed as anything other than the standard jounin at the moment, and Samehada, with great protest from the blade, was waiting for him back in Kiri. He had a scroll to summon it to him, in case of very dire need, but it was a point of pride in his skills, and one too many kids eying him like they expected him to drop dead, that Kisame wouldn't be summoning Samehada any time soon. He wore an oodachi on his back instead for this mission, nameless to outsiders, but just as deadly as one of the feared seven blades in his hands.

He might even get to use it, because on paper, this was a simple mission, but Kiri thrived on lies, and as much as Kisame wished otherwise, he was still neck deep in them. Kisame was to observe--not quite spying, not out loud--and report back anything "interesting," while walking around the place as an average foreign jounin bored from a too-easy mission. He suspected he was also a test of the local shinobi's alertness and readiness, but that part hadn't been put into so many words.

On paper here, he was Hoshigaki Kajiki, average jounin of a fading clan, distant relative to the great and terrible Monster of Kirigakure, and Kisame wondered how many would actually fall for that. He would hope no one he'd actually met (fought) would mistake him for anyone else, and he wasn't going to stoop to more than clothing changes for this mission.

Well, this would either go very badly or it would go exceedingly well, and if Kisame got a fight, he didn't think he'd care which. He held back his grin to something a little more respectable and took strides further into the village. "Interesting," was it? What would he find to report back on here?

So excited you have no idea.

[abileunaspada]

No.

She was under a civilian guise (which was a little hard when you were half blinded but it wasn't a big deal), but it didn't stop Adela from stopping in her tracks and staring at the strange man down the street. She was on this mission solo, under cover for a brief while to gain some intel in the surrounding villages, but this... This wasn't something she was prepared for. That was a Kirigakure ninja, and if he was alone in Fire Country it was likely that he was at least Chuunin rank, if not greater.

The lingering fear that he was possibly sent to come after her specifically made the girl sick to her stomach, and she stumbled where she stood. Adela was barely still standing, feeling queasy at the moment. True, under her clothes and in a small pouch on her waist she was still armed, but she felt too damn naked dressed as a civilian without her sword. And if this guy really was here for her...

No. She was thinking too much into it. Trying to fend off her sudden dizziness, she assured the shop keep she was talking to that she was just a little tired and tried to head back to her inn, hoping beyond hope that she hadn't been noticed.

It would help if she hadn't walked right past him to get there, but then again it'd just be more suspicious if she ran, but maybe she should have run -- what if he already knew? No, that was stupid, no one could know on sight, she could pass for an Uzumaki, right? Right. That was only if they thought she was a ninja too, she was supposed to be a civilian... Gods what was that name again? She had to remember fast, but getting back to the room to just rest would probably be good.

Who's arm did she just bump into? She didn't care, getting out of there was more important.

[silverterror]

The last thing he'd expected to see when he stopped for a meal on his way back home was Kisame.

Kisame dressed down in Kiri uniform instead of in his typical attire. And missing his blade. He had no idea how the man could stand to be out and about without his blade. He definitely couldn't fathom the idea of being without Masamune, that's for certain. Though to be fair there was no distance too far for him to draw that sword through the earth if he felt the need so that was far and gone beside the point.

Blinking, he took the last bite of his lunch and got to his feet to approach, head tilted in bewilderment why the man would even be here. "Hoshigaki?"

OH MY GOD ITS BEEN AGES HELLOOOOO

[heavenly_earth]

He had the look of a savage, Neji decided with a frown. But that was on par with the general impression of Kirigakure. Nothing outwardly suspicious otherwise, if the blue skin and inhuman facial features could be ignored. The shinobi at the village gate had ensured the man's papers were in order and normally, he might have left it at that. But he was ANBU now, and he knew better than to ignore intuition by now.

And a quick once-over through the Byakugan revealed a startling amount of chakra- on par with perhaps even Kushina. Internal warning bells prompted him to take an unseen trip back to headquarters and as he changed into his normal attire, deliberated the merits of bringing up his concerns. But they couldn't afford to get edgy over every foreign visitor, and he was a relatively new recruit. No, there was a good way to handle this.

Neji left headquarters and effortlessly found the man again through his sheer volume of concentrated chakra, watched him from afar for a few more moments to remind himself to be careful. He had a decent in at least, having worked as Temari's escort for months now, and Kajiki appeared very interested in his surroundings- looking like it may be his first visit within the walls. Deactivating the Byakugan, Neji dropped to the ground to approach him from a far more casual angle.

Lifting his hand in a mild wave, Neji walked up to him with a smile.

"Hoshigaki-san, welcome to Konoha. I'm Hyuuga Neji, and I've been assigned as your escort for the duration of your visit. Please inform me if there's anything you need while you're here."

[problemdaimyo]

Whatever he found would probably be...not very interesting, actually. The Land of Noodles was a prosperous nation, and for years there have been rumors of a developing shinobi village hidden somewhere on the island...but in practice it's nothing but a quiet civilian nation abnormally focused on the creation of noodle-related items.

But it's polite not to say 'abnormally so' while within the borders.

The message was most likely some sort of amendment to the current trade agreement between the Land of Noodles and Kiri, because there's very little else that could be an important document sent to the daimyo of such a small nation as the Land of Noodles.

If he was expecting to be able to wander freely until being ushered in to meet with the daimyo, however, he...would have been disappointed. The daimyo himself tended to frequently wander the capitol whenever he could escape the grip of his counselors, and that was what he was in the process of currently. Wandering and socializing with villagers, that was, not escaping. He'd already managed that.

The sight of an unfamiliar jounin (his uniform indicated...Kirigakure?) pulled the daimyo up short, however, and he turned his attention and his path toward the towering man (he was even slightly taller than Hotohori himself: quite impressive) instead of the tea shop he'd been considering a moment before.

"A visitor to the Land of Noodles...?"

I'm some kind of terrible.

[vagabondvessel]

...No.

There did not exist a world in which Utakata the rogue jinchuuriki of the mist would willingly approach the Monster of the Mist. Obviously someone up top had gotten impatient to send that thing in his direction. Or the swordsman had nothing to do with his presence (Utakata rarely believed that).

Either way, he was uninterested in that particular battle. As soon as he spotted the gigantic shark, he smoothly turned away from the path he had been talking, and turned down a smaller road winding...who knew where in the city.

He wasn't a fool. As soon as he would have vanished from the monster's sight (were he ever in it) he broke into a dead run. Which was a very apt description of himself if he managed not to slither away from that one safely.

[thelittleprincess]

One such 'interesing' might be a little girl—she was, in fact, thirteen but appeared much younger than the average Leaf gen in these days—set up just inside an open training ground and carefully maintaining a staggering array of daggers, ranging from the size of a pinky to the size of a forearm, and all of them forged from the same dark metal. If he was familiar at all with the work of Kiri's Milani clan, he might recognize it.

If he was familiar with Sephiroth's work, he would definitely recognize it.

Either way, a genin in frills and bows was a jarring juxtaposition to the small, lethal collection. Her hands were quick and steady, however, going through the maintenance for each weapon with near machine-like efficiency. There were two more blades on her person but they were older, obviously originally meant for somebody much larger, and sheathed. She had taken care of those first.

Insert fangirling, then lots of poking and prodding

[ninjaindianajones]

It was a blessed day off and Mika had decided to grab some kitchen supplies and cat food. She should have gone straight back home after but she lingered on the streets. Maybe it was the cute little cat toys she'd seen earlier at the craft shop, it was just past this road--

Her wandering mind picked up on something odd, eyes glanced to the left and a very tall blue figure grabbed her attention. Where had she seen someone like that before? Taking off after the man, she racked her brain for details. Mika remembered a clan noted for their oddly fish like appearance. Kiri nin...

Hashigapi? Hoshizaki? Kappi..something?

It wouldn't do for her to not recall something this important! Mika prided herself on researching clan mutations, alongside her other anthropological projects. [Though frankly she knew little for any given clan considering how well guarded such information was.] This had to be corrected, swiftly.

Despite the invisible bubble that seemed to exist around the man Mika walked right up to him, easily keeping pace. "Excuse me, you're from Kirigakure? Are you by chance from the um, Hoshi...gako clan?" It really was on the tip of her tongue yet it didn't sound right to her. She hoped he wouldn't be offended by such forgetfulness!

Unnamed village hidden in suspicious brats

[not_thedragon]

It was perhaps unfair for Sasuke to wonder exactly why Kiri-nin were suddenly crawling all over the place, but given Adela's cousin this past summer and the missing- and hunter-nin they'd run into just last month, he wasn't past chalking this up to conspiracy. He'd split from his teammate for this mission just a few hours ago, both of them canvassing two different towns for a likely spot to gather information, but he was beginning to wish he had backup.

Not that there was any formal call for aggression between a Kiri-nin and Konoha-nin whose paths just happened to cross in an out-of-the-way town. Outside of the borders of both their villages and countries, this was probably neutral ground on technicality.

Still, Sasuke kept his chakra suppressed as he trailed the tall (and blue, which was apparently not weird in these parts) man's steps, keeping to crowded areas in order to have the excuse of souvenir-shopping if he was spotted.

Utakata | Naruto | Missing Nin (formerly Kiri)

[vagabondvessel]

He would freely admit (quietly, where neither Hotaru nor the scheming Tonbei could hear) that his time with them had made him a little...er...lazy. Sitting in one place, napping much of the day, meals provided free (almost...) and regularly...and without the certainty of hunter-nin appearing around him if he became too lax.

Still, there were advantages to the vagabond life as well. Freedom from responsibility, the well-intentioned nagging of Tonbei and...Hotaru. Hotaru would be better off in the village. No more clinging to foolish ideas and long dead dreams that Tonbei only encouraged, and no more of her incessantly placing faith where it didn't belong.

No more of her calling him 'master' when she thought he didn't hear her.

Maybe some fool in that village would take up that title for her and she could go on pretending it meant something. It didn't matter to him. She wasn't his responsibility any longer. Nothing was, short of taking care of himself, and that was just how he wanted it.

Not having responsibilities did not feed him.

Unfortunately, lazing about all day and avoiding people could only last so long as he had supplies...and he'd run out.

So this vagabond shuffled through the streets of an unfamiliar village, and purchased supplies with what remained of the wealth he'd pilfered from the abandoned bandit camp he'd happened across.

Tedious, but not so tedious that he regretted leaving Hotaru's company.

I am predictable and pathetic but it's easier to throw her around.

[abileunaspada]

Ah... Who was that? He looked like he was wandering, not exactly lost but... Alone. There was something about the way he held himself that had her attention however, something different than the typical travelers or villagers in the town.

She kept the bulk of her hair hidden in her hood, keeping it hidden as she approached him with friendly banter, "You new to town, stranger? Don't think I've seen you around before."

... Granted, she wasn't in too much of a position to say that herself, but being there for three weeks let the townsfolk have at least some familiarity with her civilian guise. Maybe it would for this man too, and it was her job to gather intel then...

[thelittleprincess]

It seems fate had certain expectations of him still, because he ended up crossing paths with another young lady—although, fortunately, this one already had a 'master'. Or a sensei, at least.Despite her diminutive stature and decidedly doll-like appearance, the forehead protector tied around her waist marked her as a fully-fledged genin of the Leaf. She was restocking for the trip home; ironically, the mission that had brought her and her cell out to this area had been to put an end to the bandit problem it had.

She was in the middle of what counted as the village's general store, seriously scrutinizing the selection of snacks available. most of them were preserved regional foods, so she wasn't quite certain what would be good and what would be a waste of her money. She had time to kill before she was expected back at the small inn, so she figured that she might as well make it count.

Rui Hachiouji | Code:Breaker | Kirigakure

[shadowempress]

It always seemed that she was travelling, not that Rui minded. It was easier, less claustrophobic to be out on the roads between countries and villages than in Kiri itself. Besides the shadows made her ideal for spying and gathering intel, very few places were without enough of them for her to hide in.

But alas even the best of long-term missions must eventually come to an end and Rui would have to make the long trip back home. Back to the secrets and lies that so many of her fellow shinobi lived and breathed when she preferred the quiet moments of the world beyond the water country islands. Places where she could be anyone she wanted and not wear her tough boy mask like a shield.

One day she imagined it would be a better option to just never return from whatever long mission she's given. Still she moves quietly along the road preferring to walk than use the travel seals until she was closer to home. Her hands held loosely at her sides visibly weaponless, though the abundance of shadows cast by the trees made that about as much of an issue as a seal or scroll.

Pushing her hair back behind her hair, Rui keeps walking, the shadows whispering information of what lurked beyond the edges of the trees lining either side of the road. A split second warning system against any fool that dared to attack the Shadow Empress.

[noodleaddict]

Apologies to Rui, for her nose was about to be in jeopardy.

The stench of swamp and toad was the first thing to leak through the gaps between leaves in the forest, and he was whistling a bit to himself as he hiked down the trail. Which, really, wasn't that hard because it was such a well-travelled road, but still. It was long, and it was booooooring!

"Man... What I'd give for ramen right now," Naruto muttered to himself, wilting a bit where he stood as he felt his stomach growl. Granted, he was so close to Konoha, and he knew he probably should've taken a bath or something first, but he just wanted to eat more than anything else! Especially the thought of Ichiraku's, man did he ever miss that.

Distracted by his hunger, Naruto was completely oblivious to the woman on the road ahead, instead just continuing his long march from wherever that seal had dropped him off (he'd have to check a map or something to pinpoint it again) back home. He knew he was close, but how close? He needed to get there now, but he didn't have the energy to run...

Haku | Naruto | Kirigakure

[tearsofsnow]

He's no more than a civilian in the streets of Kirigakure. A nice woman with a kind smile and polite words that's all too rare in their harsh village. Where it snows and splashes of blood mar an otherwise beautiful world.

He sells herbs in a medicinal shop, finds that the shinobi are often wary of the hospital and would rather risk a simple poultice than seek advanced medical attention. Still, he gently offers the suggestion and worries about some of them as they limp out of the shop. They don't have many repeat customers, and those that do come back are usually charmed by his feminine looks. It doesn't bother him, even encourages the notion by dressing in a nice kimono when he goes out because he draws far less attention if everyone assumes he is exactly who he appears to be.

But today the owner tells him they're in need of a resupply in his own gruff, roundabout fashion, and Haku smiles an agreement. Basket in hand, he wanders out past the third ring and waves himself through the village gate with a short laugh. The world always seems simpler outside those walls, but it's still just as dangerous. It's an unfortunate state of affairs, and he keeps the same watchful eye on his surroundings as he wanders into the forest.


[ooc: Feel free to catch him in the village or outside of it, maybe even visiting a foreign nation to gather rare herbs if anyone has trouble justifying a trip to Kirigakure. Also a warning that tags will be slow!]

[lostmarauder]

He'd ended up close to Kiri on his way back from a trip to one of the islands to the far east, a trip where he'd spent a whole lot of time on a boat, and he was glad to just be back on solid land. Admittedly, he was taking a meandering path which brought him to the forest, but he still didn't expect to come across anyone, so doing so had him slowing, hanging back in case he needed to bolt.

Visually harmless never meant actually harmless in his experience, and he waited to see if he'd even be spotted before drawing any attention to himself.

Shishito Nanako | OC | Kirigakure

[pursuitoftruth]

Being a member of the Torture and Interrogation department of Kirigakure had limited the time Nanako had spent outside the village, whether it was for business or pleasure. The moment she had accepted her promotion as theHead of T&I in its entirety, that time dramatically shortened—to the point that she essentially lived in her office, deep in the bowels of her village. It was a very nice office, and it gave her plenty of time to read and write, but there were times when she missed the sun, the sounds, the traces of life aside from her staff and the assets they worked with. She loved them all like her very own children—mostly—but every so often she need a breath of literally fresh air.

And her vacation days piled up.

So, one such occasion saw her here, a few islands south of Kirigakure proper and enjoying a nice, brief vacation at a moderately popular tourist spot during the off-season. Given just how much she knew about... well, everything, she had guards with her, but by and large she was free to roam as she pleased. She was currently set up on a bench overlooking the sea, wrapped in a thick, comfortable shawl as she worked her way through her third mystery novel of the week.

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Kisame was glad to be appointed one of her guards. Shishito-san was someone he greatly respected, and it was an honor to be there to end anyone who might pose a threat. Maybe they'd be able to spar together at some point during the vacation.

Possibly wishful thinking but he was allowed sometimes. They'd both been so busy so often, so this was virtually a vacation for him too. At least at this time of year the sun wasn't too punishing, though he'd need to put more salve on his gills soon, as it was still warm enough to start eventually irritating.

Otherwise weather was pleasant, and the salt air invigoration, and the job of making sure no threats came close enough of a challenge to keep him from getting bored. He's content, if missing Samehada, which was deemed too much of an obvious draw for this vacation. As if the natives wouldn't recognize a Hoshigaki when they saw one, but Kisame will not be complaining anytime soon.

It makes them keep their distance, thus further insuring Shishito-san's safety. But, he should see to his charge's comfort too, even if this is a guarding mission. "Is there anything you need, Shishito-san?"