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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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It's over. The Hoshigaki can sense his chakra. Haku stands, though he doesn't have much of anything on Kisame in terms of height even crouched like he is. It's a better stance to defend himself from. Spy or bloodline, he's not sure which is worse.

"I am a civilian, Hoshigaki-san. Many clans scattered after the last civil war, into hiding or fleeing the country. It's something you should understand."

His expression hardens slightly, but otherwise he doesn't so much as twitch. He could easily trigger a fight, but he'll find out the truth first.

"A true civilian wouldn't have chakra we could track, kid. But I will accept that you haven't had any formal training." The hard expression tips into a small, crooked, smile. "I'd be bleeding by now if you did."

That's when the Water Clone is released and splashes all over the ground. A second later Kisame steps out from behind a tree, still in the direction Haku is facing, and leans against the tree with his arms crossed over his chest.

"So a bloodline kid, running from the usual trouble that tends to follow families in our clans. I wonder why you stayed, given the risk. Konoha, for one, I'm sure would love another of Kiri's bloodlines in their possession."

When she gives the request, of course he complies, shifting his blade so that it's in easy reach even as he assumes a relaxed pose next to her. When she describes the nature of the conversation the two, he'd marked them as low threat, KIsame can't help but grin.

"They're too far out of their depth, eh?" He tips his head back, eyes closed but the rest of his senses on high alert. "Low alert, at the moment, but that's what an assassin would want us to think."

He turns towards someone approaching, assessing and looking away in a moment. Either low threat, or highest, but he's marked the approach and isn't overly concerned.

It's a fair point, that true civilians don't have active chakra systems, but he does lack any form of official shinobi training, so the title eludes him as well. Haku takes in a breath as Kisame bursts into water and relaxes even as the swordsman steps out again.

Attacking the clone with the kunai up his sleeve would have been a short-sighted move, and in addition, there's water at his feet- a dangerous weapon in his hands. He still hopes to resolve this peacefully, though the chances of that seem to be dropping with every exchange.

"I have a life here," Family, he doesn't say. "I don't want enemies."

"True enough. But if that slim chance materializes, I'm sure you would like to be present." The poor man must be bored out of his skull from the idyllic venue. Perhaps she will take pity on him after she finishes her current book, and unseal her Darling for a nice spar to get the blood pumping. It wasn't a huge island, but they should be able to find a private area easily enough.

The man approaching is the one with a slight discoloration on his hand from where he has removed his wedding ring. The bachelor apparently thought Kisame is a flagrant warning sign and backed down, allowing his friend to step up to the plate.

Well, a wicked child like that needs to be put in his place. Nanako shifts slightly, looping one arm around Kisame's and drawing a large bicep to her generous, sweater-swathed bosom. It's where the man had been staring for the past ten minutes, so it catches his attention almost instantly.

"May we help you?" Nanako asks, even and sweet. The man seems speechless for a moment, eyes darting between the pair of them incredulously.

"Better if it doesn't, Shishito-san, but I am up to the challenge if it does." Kisame knows better than to wish for excitement. Nothing good ever comes of that kind of wish. Better to find things slightly dull than to put his mission in actual risk for selfish reasons.

He wonders how many kinds of fool the man must be to approach. If he is the civilian he appears, how can he hope to catch the eye of someone as powerful and intelligent as Shishito-san? If he is shinobi, which is growing less likely by the second, he should know better than to approach a Hoshigaki, unless he's that powerful, which so very few are. Ignorance or arrogance, either will cost him.

There is a minute twitch of muscle when she reaches out to touch him, but otherwise no sign of his slight discomfort. It's not hard to guess what Shishito-san has planned, and Kisame can slide into the part for the mission easily enough.

When she's done with her sweet question Kisame smiles, and his smile is all very sharp teeth. "Countryman or guest, we would be happy to assist you, wouldn't we?"

At the last Kisame turns his head towards Shishito-san and softens his smile into the closest he can manage to fond. It probably wouldn't be enough to fool a shinobi, but civilians rarely look past the surface of things.

From what she can see, he's a moderately rich man, handsome enough for his age. He seems to firm his resolve about the time Kisame actually speaks up, as though his material power was somehow superior to the shinbone's obvious physical power. It all seems very, very dull, until the man starts speaking.

"I was just thinking that such a pretty woman must be terribly bored—" She stops listening around then, but keeps her eyes glued to his face and her smile unfaltering. Her full attention is focused on the very, very faint traces of discoloration she can see on his tongue as he continues to prattle on. It takes about five seconds for her to piece blurred and camouflaged marks together to form a certain seal.

One she had seen on three naughty children who had been forced to choke on their own blood once they had decided to finally cooperate.

Hidden and comfortably curled, her pinky taps out a simple codeword on Kisame's skin: Puppet.

Kisame tips his head again, inquiring, and incredulous. "There's little hope of you managing that, staying in Kiri like you are. We aren't the only ones who could see past the surface of you, or who could put the pieces together. Someone from a bloodline would understand, but anyone else..."

Kisame shrugs. The kid didn't try to deny it, and he'd be surprised if the kid wasn't, so he goes over traits in his head. Very unlikely to be a Terumi or Milani. With rare exceptions, their red hair carries as strongly as a Hoshigaki's skin. Likewise, the Kaguya tend to have a distinctive look. The Houzuki are more likely, but tend toward pale hair. There are others, but based on what he's observed so far, Kisame thinks he's hit the nail on the head with his guess.

"Let me take a guess. Yuki clan? There aren't many left in Kiri."

Kisame is likewise paying only the barest attention to the words. It might not look like it--given his strange eyes, people have particular difficulty telling where he's looking when he wants them to, though he'll probably pay with a headache later--but he's watching the body. Every breath, every shift of balance, every movement, conscious or not. He doesn't like that the man didn't turn and flee. A true civilian would have cut his losses and run, even not recognizing Kisame for who, exactly, he is.

So when the code is tapped into his skin, Kisame is not surprised. Trust Shishito-san to have found the answer. The question, of course, is what to do next. The two most obvious options are immediate death or immediate capture, but there may be others that are better. Using the same code, careful to hide the subtle motions even from shinobi view, Kisame taps back, trusting her to understand his request for the best method: Proceed?

While he does that he stretches his senses, looking, listening, and feeling for any kind of sign of the puppetmaster within range.

It is unlikely and maybe he should run, but he's not sure his mother will leave or that he has the heart to leave her. It's a critical flaw, and one that has kept him away from the shinobi population.

Kisame's 'guess' is alarming. He's gone to such lengths to blend in and his features aren't indicative of any particular line. "You're very perceptive, Hoshigaki-san. Please tell me how you knew."

Kisame could refuse to answer, but he sees no reason not to.

"Process of elimination doesn't give much to tell, kid. I know the clans well enough to tell which of them you aren't, and of the remaining, Yuki is the most likely. Knowing a Hoshigaki's skill, you didn't back away from the little puddle I made. That's because the water is as much a weapon for you as me, eh?"

Though outwardly relaxed, Kisame is coiled like a spring inside. This is about the time when a conversation like this would dissolve into a fight. Or not, but that's part of the fun.

It takes less than a second to analyze what he's asking and how she should answer. Other. Follow. Jealous. There is a small chance that the other man, the seemingly meek one, is the master. But there is a slightly greater chance that he is another puppet, and might be inclined to report back to the actual controller, or at least give them a few clues. She sets Kisame up masterfully by interrupting the would-be Casanova.

"Dear, would you allow me to let him down gently?" She touches his chest with her other hand, feather light but long enough to channel a negligible snap of chakra; just enough to signify that he had permission to unseal his sword of choice, should he see the need. "Just a few moments alone, I promise."

There is a scroll with her Darling tucked inside, hidden beneath the shawl. She won't need more than a few minutes once hostilities kick off, so he had best capitalize what time they have.

His frown is slight, but he can follow that logic. He has to rely on his dark hair and eyes to hide him, but the other clans mostly do have more distinguished features. The ones still left in the village, that is. And now that Kisame knows who he is, he has one more question before he has to make a decision.

"I'd like to continue living peacefully, so I must ask. What will you do with this information?"

Ah, yes. That would be worthwhile to look into. If the other is another puppet, it may lead them to the master. Even if the other is not involved at all, and only knows this puppet before it was made into what it is, that may also provide clues. Kisame gives Shishito-san another smile and rests his hand on her shoulder for a moment. There is just slightly more pressure from the ring finger than the others. Give him three minutes.

When he gets up there is a very small and slim scroll resting against her leg. Should she open the scroll, one of his sharks will be summoned and go directly to him, attacking anything that tries to slow it down. And if anyone besides Shishito-san opens the scroll, well! They deserve the drowning in store for them.

"I wouldn't expect anything less of you, my Darling. I'll go stretch my legs down by the beach, eh?"

That's the direction Kisame does appear to go, but a benefit of being a Hoshigaki means holding a water clone intact over far greater distance. The real Kisame only takes a minute or two to find the other target, and begins following him, cautious to remain at a distance most shinobi wouldn't notice. Samehada's scroll is at the ready, but he won't summon it unless he needs to.

He follows until the target stops and sits down on a bench in the ornamental garden. So close to water; this could be a trap. But even if it is, Kisame is confident he could fight his way free. Still, he doesn't choose the closest pond for his technique, and instead selects the sluggishly burbling stream. He's no Houzuki to actually become water, but Hiding In Water is a technique in most Kiri-nin's repertoires, and Kisame has learned how to use it to great effect over the years.

"That won't happen kid, no matter what you or I do. There is no real peace in Kiri, not the way things are right now, eh?"

Kisame doesn't relax, because this could still end in a fight, but he does straighten, and goes serious. "What I should do is report your presence to Mizukage-sama. He would be interested to know of a Yuki, even untrained, still in Kiri. But you seem determined not to be a shinobi, and my family owes old Tsubaki-san for his faithful work for us. Finding you is not my mission, either. So for now, go on your way. Just remember, cause trouble for Kiri, intentionally or not, and I will hunt you down and rip your body to pieces before feeding the remains to my sharks. There will not even be blood left."

To Kisame that isn't even a threat, just a simple statement of what will happen. He doesn't think the kid even needs it, but it never hurts to lay everything out in the open for the participants to be aware of. Besides, helping this kid means the kid owes him later, and Kisame wouldn't hold a Yuki's debt lightly, even not fully trained.

"You're always ready Kisame-san," her cheeks are a light pink as she says that caught somewhere between embarrassment and a need to bash her head against something. Why did she just say that?

She really should just go beat her head against a tree. That was almost as bad as people calling her cute or complimenting her for improving. But she's stopped from actually moving to do just that when he speaks again. Blinking up at him confused until he's finished explaining. Of course.

"You should," she agrees. She's looking forward to the spar as much as he is. And long term she might not be able to keep up, but they're closer to the border and the seal that would take them across the water to the outer edges of their home. It was always her intention to take a seal for the last leg, she just preferred to walk while she could. It's will little hesitation that Rui falls once more into stride with him. Silent save for the soft thumps of their feet hitting the dirt road.

"Ne, I've been studying unusual clan bloodlines for a few years. For fun I guess." It wasn't exactly an easy hobby. Mika might just be a little too forthcoming sometimes but on this topic she didn't know much more than the average shinobi.

Her boldness was a combination of confidence in her abilities and the rather silly hope that most people would like her too much to do anything nasty. Mika was definitely leaning on the side of optimism. His glance was met with a smile before she returned her focus to the road.

"Oh sorry, My name's Mika. Mika Yamada. My family owns a forge in the village...I take it you like swords." She'd seen the weapon he had, it really added to his intimidating aura.

Haku's fingers twitch, eyes narrowing. They both know what Kisame should do and he doesn't like the idea of being in debt for possible blackmail later. It's how Kiri works, and he's at Kisame's mercy. He doesn't like it, but it's either deal with it until it becomes a problem or risk a conflict here.

Haku lifts his hands in a peaceful gesture. He has no intention of causing their country any problems, because the only way he can hope to live peacefully is to keep his head down and carry on like usual.

"You're performing a great favor, Hoshigaki-san, and it's only due to your clan's reputation that I accept. Please allow me to return it soon, or I may need to take matters into my own hands."

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She smiles and waves him off as he leaves, then uncrosses her ankles and sets her book aside. She gives her fraudulent suitor her full attention, pleasant expression dropping into one of pure, unadulterated derision and disgust. The best masks by far are those carved from truth, after all. And adultery was such an ugly, ugly lie.

"I can't decide if you're an idiot or just malicious," Nanako declares, shifting her shawl up like a shield and subtly maneuvering her Darling's scroll onto her lap. "Really, it isn't enough to try to ruin your wife's happiness? You want to disrupt mine, and my dearest's happiness as well?" She looks at him coldly, curling her fingers as she carefully counts down from 180 in her head. She makes it to 42 before the man decides to give up and try for the element of surprise, turning a shamed neck-rub into a fluid grab-and-throw motion.

Her Darling dealt with the kunai and she analyzes it almost idly as she stands, twirling the massive, evil-looking naginata with almose too much ease. That smelting was Grass-style, she knew, but the blade shape was one from Sand. Another conundrum, another deliberately confusing detail. Her expression grows sour, as the living puppet leaps back with more alacrity than a body in that shape should have.

Another lie. She hoped Kisame was enjoying himself, at least.

He looked to the rain himself. "Would you like any help with the kittens? I'm about finished here myself."

Surely such a rumor wouldn't stick, Fugaku was too grumpy for anyone to imagine him cuddling with piles of kittens. "Ah, that one looks a bit too relaxed to be a mouser." He must have another one, Mika glanced down to where he'd been looking and spotted another fluff ball in the basket. Aww. She really wanted to pet one. "Would you um, mind very much if I looked at one..?" Mika's eyes suddenly became very hopeful and shiny. Let her play with a kitty. Please.

"Ne, Fugaku-san, I sent out an invite for a year end party. I think Mikoto-san would have gotten it in the mail." Sure she really only cared if Itachi came but it'd be rude to not extend the invitation to his family. "Since we're already here I thought I'd ask if you would consider dropping by. It'd be all night so people will be coming in and out. Nothing too formal." There, she'd given him some leeway.

It's hard not to go out and end this out of sheer impatience, and knowing, however capable she is, that his charge is out of sight. This is a true guarding mission, and ever since the disastrous, false guarding missions of his youth, Kisame has been exceptionally serious about them.

But Kisame holds himself still and waits. The waiting is rewarded very shortly when a woman that can't possibly be anything but a powerful kunoichi appears in a blink. She's skilled, just from that alone, and the hand seal she forms is signal enough that she's the master of these puppets. He memorizes what is said as he pulls himself slowly free of the water. The water clone he creates simultaneously has the desired effect of just a moment of distraction, and the puppet doesn't dodge fast enough to avoid Kisame's blade. Not immediately fatal, but the puppet won't be running anywhere anytime soon, having effectively been hamstrung.

The kunoichi is exceptionally skilled, but Kisame laughs through the blow she inflicts on him. It would be serious, or even fatal for another ninja, but the scroll for Samehada slides down his sleeve in a smooth movement.

"Your opponent is Hoshigaki Kisame of the Seven Shinobi Swordsmen. It will take more than this to defeat me!"

Samehada is already giving him the temporary fusion he needs to heal, and he swipes at the kunoichi to drive her back. She's forming hand seals as she does, and avoids being hit, but Samehada was close enough and she stumbles before leaping back again. Her face draws up in actual worry for a second as she discovers the drain on her chakra.

"Ah, now I have to kill you. But I'll make sure Shishito-san talks with you first, eh?"

He needs to end this fast, so Kisame wastes no time charging in, Samehada leading the way.

"You have, eh? And what have you found out about the Hoshigaki?" Kisame was actually curious to see what rumors had spread outside Water Country about his clan. And what truths, though he had no intention of revealing which is which.

He nodded back at her introduction, turning down a street at random just for the fun of it, and then laughed at the next statement. "You would be correct; they are my chosen weapon."

Kisame didn't elaborate. If she wanted to know more, she'd have to pry it from him and he'd be interested in seeing her make the attempt. He also wasn't going to give her his first name either, even if it was polite.

Kisame watches impassively as Haku absorbs the boon--and boon it is--and gives response. "And how would you prefer to return that favor, kid?"

It's not so much the repayment, as the security of knowing he can force an ally from the most unexpected corner if he needs to that Kisame is after, so he's not interested in balancing this favor any time soon. But, if the kid offers something attractive, Kisame is willing to consider letting it be tallied up and finished. So he waits, patient and assessing.

Perhaps the kid knows the clan secrets? The chakra is a sign in that direction, but not an ironclad proof. Kisame doesn't know how much time they would take to learn, or even if the kid had a chance to learn from someone older. Well, he'll find out soon.

It's a worrying prospect, and Haku wonders if he should try to eliminate Kisame here instead. His best chance to succeed would be in a swift surprise attack, but if the Hoshigaki is just another clone, he'd lose that singular advantage and find himself facing a force he can't handle on his own.

"As you might expect, I have some medical knowledge, Hoshigaki-san. I can offer you and members of your clan the discretion and care that a medic-nin may not afford you as bloodline individuals."

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