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Test Drive Post!
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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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Utakata | Naruto | Missing Nin (formerly Kiri)
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.
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...
That sounds uncomfortable for her.
Perhaps the thought of 'friendly' in this case was influenced by the time he spent around Hotaru. It would be another case of laziness induced by his stay. Ah, but dwelling on regret and poor decisions would get him nowhere, and would do nothing to answer questions without casting undue suspicion on him.
He quickly glanced over her person for obvious weapons (one thing he hadn't gotten out of practice of) before he responded, tone pitched as if he were thoroughly bored. "You wouldn't have. I'm a traveler."
Considering what happened earlier? It definitely is.
That was when she made an appealing jingle with her coin purse, her smile pulling into a grin as the offer was placed, "Well stranger, I'm curious enough to want to know more than just that you're a traveller. Not for free, of course -- I want to give you a good hot meal as payment, if that sounds good to you? I can spare a bit of Ryo to lean more about a potential friend."
... Inwardly this persona was making her squirm uncomfortably, but by that point she was so used to pretending to care that part of it was just starting to come naturally. She hadn't seen a stranger looking quite like this one either, so it wouldn't be a total pain in the ass. Probably.
That makes me worry for her
That would not be in any way enjoyable. But it would net him that purse. In the life of a vagabond, he couldn't be so choosy with opportunities as he could be in the life of a...of a bodyguard.
For her sake, he hoped she was only lying. Even Hotaru had enough of a sense of self preservation to refrain from assuming strangers were undiscovered friends. Probably...
He sighed after his moment of consideration. "If that's what you want to spend your money on. However, I won't allow you to retract your offer if you find my story lacking in excitement."
Although it would be next to impossible to do so, if he were allowed to eat as he came up with a story to entertain the girl with.
You should, as I'm generally not nice to her. Also LMAO can they both agree that Kisame is scary
... God she hated this guise with a passion.
Still, the acceptance was taken with a grin and she pocketed her coin bag, indicating where she wanted to go before she led the way, "I doubt that your story would be boring. They rarely ever are from travellers, so it'd be strange if you were an exception to that rule."
A beat, and she gave him a bright grin, "Sorry about not saying this earlier. My name's Shindo Masami. Can I know your name?"
Would anyone disagree?
Or just the dinner. He didn't mind a dinner for telling a story that would be at least halfway made-up. Her offer being nothing more than it seemed would be a pleasant surprise, however. The life of a rogue-nin (particularly one with, what he'd last glanced, a fifty-million ryo bounty on his head) meant that everything was suspect. Especially overly friendly strangers.
...Then again, maybe he should pass on the invitation entirely. She was a talker, this one.
"Utakata..." He didn't usually worry about giving away his name. Anyone who knew his name would know his face and vice-versa. Anyway, if someone wanted to try to collect their bounty, they were welcome to try. "It's not really rude when there hasn't been an earlier to say it in. We've only just met."
Probably just her cousin.
"Do you like green teas, Utakata-san? I'm partial to Jasmine myself."
Then her cousin is the exception that proves it
"I presume my parents were feeling creative." If they named him at all. Being raised as a ward (a tool, really, nothing more) of the Bloody Mist meant that he had no idea whatsoever what his parents were like. They were probably killed as soon as he was selected as Jinchuuriki just to prevent him from having conflicting loyalties.
He frowned down at her. "...Are you suggesting that hot tea is a hot meal?"
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... This kinda felt like some kind of weird date. But still, learning about him...
"I'm headed out west, to my village. I've been on the road for a while, and my family's there waiting for me to get back with trade deals and stories. How about you?"
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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.
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However small she was, the sight of her forehead protector drew him up short until he could determine she was from Fire, not Water. Shinobi from Fire had little reason to know or even care about him.
Therefore he returned his attention to the shop supplies. She was no threat, but drawing attention to himself by engaging her attention with conversation was still ill advised. Fate probably had a plan. He doubted he would like it, as it led with someone shoving into him and attempting go get him to stumbled into her.
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She gripped her basket and steadied him with a strength disproportionate to her size, grunting faintly. "...You should apologize," she murmured to the shover, peering around Utakata's hip to pin the hasty man with a large, unnerving green glare. There was little use blaming the victim, after all.
Commence staring at my old typos...
He frowned down at the man as he straightened (noting that yes, despite the unusual clothing the little girl was well armed) and stepped smoothly out of her personal space. "You should watch where you're going, or someone will accuse you of pick-pocketing."
There wasn't any point in doing that this time, because Utakata had nothing on him to steal where anyone could reach.
It happens to the best of us.
"That isn't ripe just yet," she said, almost tacking on a 'shinobi-san' when she saw the array of old nicks and callouses on his fingers. She held it in when she realized that he wasn't wearing a forehead protector,and assumed that he was undercover for a mission. Belatedly, she finished off with an uncertain, "...Onii-san."
Well that's not a good sign for me...
He silently added that to the list of titles he didn't like the sound of when addressed to him. Brothers had far more responsibility than he wished to assume in the remainder of his lifetime.
His lips pressed into a line, and he set the fruit back down on the table after a moment, resisting the urge to offer an explanation for holding an unripened fruit as if he were completely unfamiliar with it. "Perhaps I'll find a vegetable instead." That fruit was the most promising of everything on that table, after all.
Autocorrect is my main foe
Ami made a faintly incredulous noise, raising her eyebrows in a decidedly skeptical manner that seemed to have more judgment packed into it than a small girl in a frilly dress should be able to muster up in the first place. "I... would recommend something preserved." That was a tactful way to say that their produce was terrible. Ami wasn't sure if it was because of a bad harvest or if the general store was just not the place they sent the best crops, but the prices and quality just did not match.
Autocorrect tends to be the nemesis of many
Now that he had the opportunity to look at her closely (rather than stumble over her) he could confirm she was extraordinarily small for a shinobi, even a genin. One from the Hidden Leaf, was she? Perhaps they'd started graduating younger classes again...?
It didn't really matter to him, though. None of that was his business, and he had no interest in changing that.
"Eehhh...that's...another stand, isn't it?" He had no idea which.
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had to tag you >3>
"Ah! I'm really sorry about that! I should've been watching where I was going."
I'm torn between quips
His balance was excellent (and somewhat augmented by hastily released ooze at his feet) and so he merely swayed when she collided with him, hands coming up quite automatically to grip and steady her shoulders. It would be unfortunate if she collapsed and he remained standing. For one, it would draw attention he had no interest in having.
She had almost painfully bright red hair. Wasn't there a clan marked by red hair...?
"Ah...well, it doesn't matter." He took a step back from her, allowing the sticky ooze at his feet to absorb harmlessly into the ground. "As neither of us were injured, there's no need to be considered over it."
oh? how so?
"You sure? It felt like I bumped into you pretty hard."
There were multiple quips to be said but I was so tired I've forgotten them now
"I guess that means I have an excellent sense of balance." He frowned slightly, and nodded to her, turning the conversation in her direction in an attempt to divert her attention similarly. "Unless you were hurt?"
of all the gin joints in the world
Tea wouldn't really help with that, but with gift-giving season approaching it couldn't hurt to be stocked up. He was sniffing his way through samples when front door of the cramped shop blew open, letting in a blast of chilly air and a rather washed-out looking man before shutting again.
Said blast of wind was enough for the precariously-balanced shelf, apparently. Sasuke took a startled step back when it wobbled, reaching out a hand to steady it that turned out to be of little use as the entire thing shook again, then collapsed in a wash of dry tea leaves over him and the newcomer alike.
you had to spill this one
Well it did, just not to him.
Life as a missing nin jinchuuriki tended to be about like walking into a tea shop for supplies only to have an entire shelf full of dried tea dump on top of oneself for no apparent reason. That was to say abrupt, unpleasant, and completely uncalled for.
As for himself, at least, he had the time to summon up a bubble and deflect the dried tea leaves. Once it seemed apparent the shelf would no longer spill any more tea, the bubble sloughed off the leaves that had begun to clump and collect on the damp surface, and then popped.
...He directed a scornful look at the boy standing next to him. "You should try not to be so active in a place like this." Because he saw the kid putting his hand on the shelf and then he saw it fall, so the answer was...unfortunate timing.
that means we get crunk
And accused of being too active. Sasuke's gaze snapped to the speaker already narrowed in a glare, even as he tried to set the grain shelf back into whatever precarious balance it had been existing in.
"What? You're the one who let in the wind that knocked everything off."
... an entirely immature response to have, but he had tea leaves poking sharply at very unpleasant areas.