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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.

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So he wasn't implying anything else by it. Phew. Even so she couldn't help shifting a bit away from him, running her arm across her brow before she shook her head, "I'll tell you if you tell me yours."

A faint, faint hint of a smirk played at his lips as he studied her movements. He knew better than to try and start a fight or do anything someone didn't want. Particular women, since his experience with them was... limited to a fairly violent person. He almost shuddered at the thought as he tried to figure out why she was so uncomfortable with him. It wasn't like he was trying to see her naked. It'd just be a bonus if it happened that way.

"Sunagakure; onsen are something of a luxury out that way."

"... Konohagakure. Resting before heading back home," She shook her head again, glancing to him briefly and making absolutely certain that her eyes were locked onto his face and not trailing downward. Well, briefly, it'd be creepy if she stared so she let her eyes to back to the water. Yes she was going to keep that towel in front of her body, but at least she was letting herself stretch out with a sigh.

"I've been in the Land of Wind before, though. It is really dry out there... Dunno how you do it."

Konoha. For some reason he wasn't even surprised, he'd heard things about them before and seen a bit of it himself. Not that he was going to tell her any of that, it was merely just intel to be remembered for later. Though he, lucky for her, missed her eyes wandering downward. Even though he had absolutely nothing to hide, brash as he could be.

"When you grow up with it, you learn ways to cope. It's the same way with us, not sure how you can deal with anything remotely related to humidity that way. Dry heat is easy to deal with, humidity not so much."

"Helps that we have plenty of places to swim and loads of ways to cool down available when it does get that hot. At least we don't get snow," Of all the things to talk about they were talking about weather. Still, it actually did help her feel more relaxed talking to him there, which was a start.

The question was answered with movement, namely the opening of a single, blue eye. This was followed by the lifting of an arm, the hand attached to it, and one of the digits attached to the aforementioned hand with an easy grace that saw the kunoichi's pointer finger outstretched. The target? The nose of the shinobi hanging overhead, which she aimed to give a harmless, wordless poke to start. The tanuki puppet atop her shoulder merely waved, its tail twitching mischievously despite the innocence of the gesture.

"Technically, these trees can only kill you if you have an allergy to the pollen," Kazue replied, her words light and more matter of fact than edged despite the smartness about them.

Still, they were smart and disclosing every bit of her confidence about her position and any potential dangers. It was dangerous, but for who was the question he should be asking. What was it non-desert folk liked to say? Something about poking sleeping bears with a stick? Whatever it was, it applied in this situation with regards to hostiles encroaching upon her rest period. Kankuro, though, wasn't a hostile. He was... different, a familiar face, and one she regarded with a degree of friendliness very few had achieved and held over the years. Opening her other eye now, she tilted her head up just slightly and regarded him with an honest smile that easily turned into something akin to a grin.

"You've been tracking me for a while now, huh? If you caught me while I was sleeping."

Like Kankuro, the Kazekage was of the opinion that incompetent idiots didn't deserve any help. Proud, selfish, blockheads. He was beyond embarrassed to admit that this was the 'talent pool' they had to work with.

The more he listened to his oldest son explain the situation, the more exasperated he became.

"Kankuro." His tone was steeped in disappointment, but it was clear it wasn't directed at his son. Not this time. It was strained, as if Shinobu was trying his best to keep his composure, frustration seeping through. "What do you think of shinobi who choose not to heed their Captain's orders, and are all too eager to destroy each other just to prove their worth?"

He didn't think much of them, obviously. And while he was aware that their numbers were small, it still wasn't worth investing in people who lacked the ability to work as a team. Where was the logic behind sending in incompetent fools into battle or on missions when it cost more to clean up the mess than it would have done to get things right the first time?

The Kazekage waited for his son's honest opinion, watching the dunes begin to change shape thanks to an East wind picking up rapidly across the desert.

Returning to the desert always brought mixed feelings. Sasori had shaken the dust of Suna off his feet years ago, with every intention of never coming back, never giving the filthy place another look...

And yet, the desert was home. He'd grown up here, accustomed to the rhythms, the ways. He was still better than anyone else in Akatsuki, and that meant desert missions fell to him more often than not. And as soon as he came to the desert, he fell into the habits, the ways of this harsh land, as though he'd never left.

He stood in Hiruko on a rise now, a pathetic upthrust of stone that deluded itself to being a mesa, and surveyed the road that passed below. A passerby would see nothing out of the ordinary -- please, he was skilled enough for that -- as he considered. A merchant was due to pass by this way, likely under shinobi guard, and Leader wanted them vanished. A paying job, mercenary work, and grunt work at that. Sasori had scoffed, but arguing with Leader was... inadvisable.

So here he was. Maybe the caravan would have decent shinobi guarding it, at least. That would save it from being a complete waste of his time.

There were certain things she dreaded when returning from a diplomatic mission. One of them was reporting to her fath- kage. Even when all went according to plan, she felt that she was being held to impossible standards for results. Because it wasn’t enough that she took the initiative in securing a better contract because the other party was a complete idiot and couldn’t tell when he was getting a raw deal.

This time…

This time things hadn’t progressed nearly as well. Negotiations sort of fell apart right about the time she realized they were trying to hustle her. Oops. Back ramrod straight she approached her father, leery of him being out of his office. That never bode well.

There was a level of steely control in her expression as she came to a stop a short way away. A short moment of silence passed as she deliberated how to approach her mission’s momentary failure. Rip it off like a band-aid sounded like the best plan except they were in the open.

“You might want to send Baki back to resume negotiations.” She says it offhand but it conveys just how far off the shit scale the mission went for her.

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He leaned in further, able to tell she was doing something, though not what. "Still not yours either. Running away then?"

Even if he was wrong, it was a good guess considering she didn't seem to be a fighter.

"And you're just going to stand there are you? I'm not going to leave until you do." His tone was sharp, edged with irritation. He hated when he couldn't just dispatch an irritant.

Politics.

He lifted his chin, meeting his eyes and pointedly ignoring the correction. "If I have or haven't, it's no concern of yours Nightroad. We both are what we are, after all."

"I'd leave, but accident or not, I can't just leave you unsupervised in Fire Territory. Besides, I'd still be watching from a distance like some stalker."

Perhaps she should be scared, but god, people like him she just wants to knock in the head once.

Bad news was not something Kazue liked to report. To be fair, no one in their right mind enjoyed reporting bad news unless, of course, it was bad news for someone else or that otherwise benefited the reporter in some way, shape, or form that outweighed the negatives. The red-haired kunoichi found it especially distasteful if the news she had to report was of the bad sort and it carried any sort of connotation relative to failure whilst applying to her in any way that was not positive. Fail was not something she did. It was not a word associated with her person, so to be grouped and associated with something so disgraceful as this operation more than rubbed her wrong for the simple fact that it was, on an unconscionable level, a partial failure and not an absolute success when it very well could have been.

That's right. Could have been. It could have been an absolute success if the jounin leading the operation hadn't been a complete disgrace. His knowledge of the shinobi he had been directing had been pathetically miniscule at best and his evolving plans flawed in so many ways that it made her wonder how in the world the man had achieved his rank and who had seen fit to assign him to such a large scale and furthermore delicate operation to begin with. The formula for success was basic. Select the right tools. Know them. Use them properly. Select the wrong tools for the job and the results could be disastrous. They could chip. They could break. They could be damaged beyond repair. They could be lost. The last three were especially unacceptable given Suna's small shinobi population and here they had lost not one, not two, but four capable chuunin for poor direction and leadership, the directing instrument having been the source of the trouble. It was unconscionable and, when the foolish would-be leader awoke at the hospital, she would make it a point to be present to voice the same criticisms she would provide in her written report she had already thought to submit.

That would come later. At that moment, her priority was to deliver the report concerning the operation to the appropriate official with the utmost speed in the absence of the operation leader. Well, not absence. She had seized the reins swiftly in the ensuing chaos following the original leader's incapacitation and directed the shinobi involved to see the mission salvaged to the best of their ability, which made her the stand-in operation leader. That said official was the kazekage himself might have been more daunting if she had not been irritated for much of what had just transpired. Still, she breathed. Commanded her composure and slowed, ignoring the sweat at her brow and the dull aches from the bruises she'd sustained when the first traps had been triggered. The tanuki puppet poised atop her shoulder was still, almost as though brooding over what passed.

"Kazekage-sama," she offered in greeting, taking to one knee once she achieved the appropriate distance. "My name is Kazue and I've come in the absence of Haruka-san, who is presently incapacitated for his ineptitude, to deliver the report regarding the operation."

A fifteen-year old chuunin kneeling in place of a twenty-five year old jounin. Kazue saw nothing wrong with that. The operation may not have been hers to start, but it was hers now and she would do nothing less than her duty as its leader despite how distasteful the report she had to make.

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Normally, the assignment to border duty meant endless boredom since most people were smart enough not to cross into a rolling desert just because. The only positive note to this assignment was the onsen roughly halfway between. It was exactly what she needed after traveling.

It was only after she'd slipped into the bath, a towel around her for modesty's sake, that she really took a close look at the other people. She'd been aware of the mixed nature, she just hadn't expected to spot a entirely too familiar face across the way. Of all the places to run into her brother it would have to be at an inn.

Shifting her gaze she pretended she hadn't noticed and leaned back against the wall. She was just going to pretend he wasn't there and she would be utterly grateful if he did the same. She wasn't feeling all that up to dealing with Kankuro's antics right now.

That makes one of us, then... Still, she'd make do with what she was skilled in, just like all the times before. Unfolding one fan completely and threw it almost like a burning disk towards him. It would just be a distraction- with her hand now free, she started to make the appropriate signs. It resulted in her skin becoming noticeably brighter and hotter, particularly around the area of her throat before she opened her mouth to spew out Lava Release towards him.

Neji traversed the desert blindfolded.

In a wind-torn country plagued by sand, dust, and cracked earth, it was the best way to avoid the constant, maddening irritation that came with every blowing wind. The downside of course was effective blindness, but with an all-encompassing bloodline limit, the strip of fabric was nothing before his eyes. Eyes that took in the area and acted more effectively than a handful of scouts, detected chakra out of place on the rise above.

He'd never seen a person tucked into such a construct- a puppet? - but the heat bearing down on him made his first thought one of supreme discomfort. Enclosed and hot. But they didn't stop, taking the mysterious nin as a member of Suna's renowned Puppet corps. Even so however, he kept an eye on him, the seals to a protective jutsu ready in the twitch of his fingers.

Because it didn't bode well to find one out-of-place chakra signal in such a vast countryside, and he doubted they were there to provide additional security. There was nothing worth guarding for kilometers. And if they were lost, that wasn't his problem.

Escort missions involving caravans, for all that they could run relatively smoothly with little more than the occasional bump here and there, were not Kazue's cup of tea with a side of sand dumplings. Getting someones and, or their valuable somethings from Point A to Point B over the course of a week, if not more than that easily amounted to time she could have spent working to further herself in any number of arts, but especially her puppetry, her fuuinjutsu, or nature release techniques, not to mention further developing her style; and yet, there she was, seemingly non-descript company cloaked and planted amongst the outermost ranks of the caravan for care to her mid-to-long range style, the hitai-ate bearing Suna's mark hidden beneath that additional layer.

About the only saving grace of this mission was that it was high ranked enough that danger was probable. It was well paying as a result. Of course, they had seen little in the way of danger beside the usual to date. It was better to be safe than sorry, though, better to anticipate the worst case scenarios than smooth sailing and be caught off guard. For this, she took care in keeping her senses sharp and alert about their environment, the tanuki puppet perched atop the shoulder toward the inner part of the caravan so as to conceal it turning its eyes slowly around. The weather was sound. Nothing seemed particularly out of the ordinary and the party was in good enough spirits to be conversing. Background noise, that, and she spared their sensor a glance to be sure he was at least keeping to his task while he babbled. He met her gaze briefly and paused a moment, that moment filled with an unspoken communication, and Kazue turned her eyes outward again when it was broken by laughter, conscious of the fact that they were well within the zone that potential hostiles might be expected both with regards to time, what with help being far, and the field, which was level enough compared to other areas through which they would journey.

"Be alert," she warned, raising her voice enough to be heard and cut clean through the banter held by the older members of the caravan. "This next stretch may be the most dangerous."

There was a pause, a minute one, and she felt eyes on her. One of the two jounin and two of the three other chuunin who had been assigned to the mission were unfamiliar with her. Foolish, too, if the laughter that erupted from them was any indication, a cough from the more familiar and serious of the leading pair reining it in. It earned slightly narrowed eyes beneath red bangs even as her words of caution were verbally waved off. She stopped listening, then, the shifting of the familiar shinobi at her side alerting her to the fact that someone had heeded her words.

Really, it felt like it was only a matter of time before something gave now. What was question, how, and when amidst the shifting sands of the desert.

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"I'd be surprised if anyone did," she returned, shifting just so to relax against the trunk again for the moment. "Have you met many mind readers?"

A blindfolded figure running through the desert... color him curious. Sasori considered the figure, and considered that this almost certainly was outside his mission parameters.

The mission was stupid. He needed some sort of entertainment. But lest he be accused of deserting his post...

Hiruko drew out a scroll and summoned from it, the puppet darting toward the running figure. She wasn't one of his finest pieces, but a solid and functional one, crafted from an Iwa-nin who'd had the poor sense to stray from home.

His chakra touched hers, generated by the still-living scrap of flesh that inhabited the hitokugutsu, and her earth-natured chakra rippled out, creating a tall wall in a broad circle around the runner. Time to see what this lone ninja could do.

The chakra network moved, and Neji's hopes that the figure would remain idle and unobtrusive were dashed. Even more by the simple fact that this was an attack, and the puppeteer was likely a missing-nin. That or this was a grave misunderstanding, but holding out for the latter tended to get people killed.

The next several seconds were made up of things he'd never seen before. First of course, was a puppeteer inside a puppet, manipulating it from within, the next was using said puppet to summon another puppet- a puppet that had a faint sense of chakra that for a moment, almost made him wonder if she was alive.

If she was, it was in a manner no one wanted to live, and both his estimation and dislike for this mysterious puppeteer rose. He didn't know how the shinobi had pulled this off, but it wasn't a typical puppet.

He could save those thoughts for later however, as chakra briefly circled him, then rose up in a solid barrier around him. An interesting jutsu he'd have to look into later, but for now he didn't stop running, ran straight for the section of wall in front of him and slammed his palm against it, shattering through with a heavy burst of Hakke Kuushou.

His eyes looked from the puppet to its Master above, and he directed another wave of chakra toward the chakra strings connecting both in an effort to disrupt and sever the link between them.

To put himself in danger for the sake of this mission was absurd. Part of the virtue of being a puppeteer was that taking the field oneself was often unnecessary. Puppets were perfectly sufficient, and a single master puppeteer could easily control several.

For this attack, Sasori's puppets were swathed in generic desert garb, long lightweight cloaks and hoods that any bandits -- or shinobi pretending to be nothing more than bandits, and rather more experienced than most at desert combat -- would be expected to wear. Just another point of confusion to sow, if there were any survivors. His work was often difficult to identify as inhuman in the heat of battle, and the cloaks would make a visual identification of puppet even more difficult.

And, of course, there was the fact that the only village known for its puppetry was Suna.

The puppets leaped up from hiding as the caravan moved into their ambush point, and Sasori touched his threads to the the mouth of one, speaking through it as he did through Hiruko.

"Stop! Drop your weapons, all of you!" An empty threat, but he was holding up the facade of bandits. It suited.

[LOL last-minute posts with no real starters for you all; I am the classiest damn Hyuuga, right here. It is me. Hizashi is (obviously) alive in this continuity, not a ghost haunting you or anything. You can find him most easily in his native village, or at least in Fire Country, but I'm sure we can figure something out in other places too? Poke me if you need to, and we'll think of something.

Prose and/or action-spam welcome? Both would be good, oops. >.>;;; I can probably start something if you have no ideas or some idea but aren't sure how to execute it? But yes, will take all challengers, so come at me, bros.]

After signing approximately a hundred hand signals three times each, Neji was finally let out of the exam room. He'd passed ANBU's nonverbal fluency test after roughly a month's worth of studying, and he couldn't be more relieved to not ever have to look back at that manual ever again. He'd been dreaming about hand signs for weeks. He still didn't know how long the average shinobi took to memorize them, but he liked to think he'd managed at a reasonable pace- perhaps more simply because he hadn't taken many mission lately in an effort to barrel through his studies.

The same reason he hadn't been home for roughly five weeks.

He checked in on his father occasionally and wasn't lying when he said he was busy, but he didn't like to add to the faint worry lines around the man's eyes. What would he think about him joining ANBU? Perhaps he should have been more upfront about it, but ANBU carried higher risk, so he couldn't be sure which option might have stressed his father less. It wasn't really something he ever intended to find out.

At least not until he was staring straight at him as he made to leave Headquarters.

Neji stopped mid-step and glanced around, but nothing was different. Nothing aside from his father sitting behind a desk at ANBU's Headquarters like he was supposed to be there. Everyone else certainly seemed to think so. Another quick glance told him that this was in fact HQ, and he fought the will to turn around and walk right back around the corner.

The only reason he didn't was because he was pretty sure his father had already noticed. Half the room had noticed him staring in fact, and some looked between them with surprise, while others were amused- all while they pretended to be minding their own business, of course.

Neji ignored them and forced himself to walk again, moving for the desk where his father was sitting and with far more ease than he felt, dropped into one of the nearby chairs.

"Hokage-sama didn't mention you were ANBU," he said mildly, forgoing a proper greeting because he didn't need to advertise they were father and son in this place known for its incurably nosy members. Not like it wasn't alarmingly apparent anyway, but he'd like to hold onto some measure of pride.

Edited 2014-05-06 03:29 (UTC)

The past five weeks have not been kind to Neji at all, have they? Hizashi knew very well the rigors a new ANBU inductee undergoes; he'd endured them all long ago, while being the caregiver for a young child. He had struggled, but ultimately, he had come out all the stronger for it, and with a new appreciation for all the many duties he held to everyone in his life--to Neji, to his brother, to the Hyuuga clan as a whole, to the Hokage, and even to Konohagakure and Fire Country itself. It was a healthy dose of perspective--humbling, the way shouldering any vast new responsibility should be, and finding yourself wanting when rising to the occasion to fill its mantle. So much depended on him, so much needed to be held in a delicate balance of tension, and yet.....

In this great land of Fire Country, our traditions root and sustain us, anchoring the land and holding it fast, even as it supports our noble clan. Our Main Family is a thick and towering trunk, a pillar of strength that shall never break, no matter how many it shelters in the shade of its mighty boughs. Our Branch Family spreads its limbs far and wide, to shield and protect all who would need it. And each of us is but one tiny leaf upon those limbs, innumerable and insignificant and absolutely indispensable. Any of us may fall, so long as we serve our purpose--yet without us and our tireless service, our clan would have no life to it at all.....

That was why Hizashi hadn't simply taken Neji aside to let him know that he didn't need to hide--not from him, anyway. A sense of discretion was important to cultivate, as was appropriate stealth, given their clan. The inevitable test they all went through, concealing their activities from even those closest to their hearts..... So Hizashi had given Neji his space, and simply questioned him gently when Neji had come home to check in on him, brows furrowed just so in unspoken concern and puzzled uncertainty, eyes lingering just the right length of time on him to check for injuries he knew weren't there. Neji was indeed a perceptive and promising young man, full of potential to be allowed to be a Jounin and an ANBU member at such a young age.....

If he'd realized that something was amiss, then Hizashi would have answered his questions honestly, and allowed the pretense to fall. But the question had never come, either because Neji was too busy to pursue it or had no idea at all. So Hizashi had said nothing.

Hizashi's head was bent over some paperwork, when Neji spotted him, busily penning the remains of a mission report--not that a trivial thing like looking down would stop a Hyuuga from noticing someone new entering the room. He didn't stop writing, but he did look up to greet Neji with a warm smile, calm and evidently utterly unsurprised to see him in the headquarters. The informality was understandable--and in a place like this, laudable. Hizashi simply turned a hand, palm up, to gesture how out of his hands such a decision was. "Hokage-sama rarely mentions anyone but who you'll be directly working with, does he? It's more secure that way. How are your studies coming along?"

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oh for crying out loud... i lost the original tag i wrote for this :C

Akasuna no Sasori | Naruto | Akatsuki

And some more bad news.

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I'm not sorry at all

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sup! had a sudden burst of inspiration for reply hope you don't mind :3

Sorry for the late! I hope this is okay!

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I don't mind at all! Thank you for replying ^_^

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Oh, not at all, thank you for replying!

Hyuuga Hizashi || Naruto || Konohagakure

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