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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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Still, when he sees the woman coming closer on the back of that creature, his first thought is the same as Vayu's: food. Gale shakes his head once, sharply. He's eaten recently enough, but it still makes his mouth water.
He's swallowing the saliva down when more creatures appear in smoke and he knows without knowing how that summoning requires blood, which only makes it worse. That woman would be a meal, if she were an enemy. He hisses a breath past clenched teeth and presses his fingers against the bridge of his nose until he's in control again.
"She is displaying her power." He says it softly to Argilla. It makes sense. A display of power to keep an unknown from attacking. Yet Vayu just wants to attack her more.
"A miscalculation," he adds quietly, trusting Argilla has had a similar reaction.
But he stands still and calm when the woman reaches them, not trusting her expression or her bow. Kirigakure. Hidden in Mist. He doesn't have anything else to grasp at about it, except how quickly they responded to the missive. Greedy. Or afraid, perhaps. He needs more information.
He watches the newcomer. She's strong, he can tell, noting muscle and flesh. It's hard for Gale to keep his gaze from lingering. Vayu hisses without actual words in his head that he and Argilla could share. All that muscle, with just a little softness for flavor, and-- He blinks away the image of her bloody hand and focuses on her face again. The hunger is there, and while he didn't lose control, he gave away something he shouldn't have. She'll know that he hungers for her flesh, once she gets enough evidence, and that could easily be used against him.
"I am Gale of the Embryon. You have our permission."
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"She wouldn't know that," she murmurs, her gaze shifting briefly from the athletically built woman to her companion. The sudden urge to jab her elbow into his side squashed as quickly as it comes. It felt right, a physical blow to remind him that they were on that beach for a reason and treating the envoy as food even in a cursory sense wasn't amongst those reasons. But publicly chastising the most reserved member of the tribe for the exact same thing she'd just done? That is what keeps her hands at her sides and has her head canting to the side.
She studies the way the woman moves, searching for any sign of aggression. Too long have they been at war and while they were seeking allies, Bat's betrayal was still fresh. Still more than a darkened smudge on memory of what could happen if they were careless. If they trusted too easily, not that Gale would allow the tribe to do that, nor was he likely himself, but two pairs of watchful eyes were safer than the one. She shouldn't have been surprised to see that even on the shifting ground the woman moved with ease and purpose. Efficient, graceful in the way that spoke of danger and threat...the way she and the others moved in demon form.
And it hits her like a punch to the stomach that the woman moves in a way that reminds her of Jinana. But that shouldn't be possible at all should it. She'd ask Gale later when the woman was gone and the information gained was disseminated to the rest of the tribe leadership. After Serph made his decision on what they would do next. For now she'd smile (that was the word for when the corners of your lips turned upwards wasn't it?).
"I'm Argilla. It's nice to meet you." The words flow from her mouth all warmth with friendly overtones. She doesn't know where the last ones came from only that they felt like the correct ones, just like sad was correct for how Jinana seemed when she met her, and that this Shishito Nanako seemed shrewd.
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That had been the second, hidden purpose of summoning in front of them. Nanako was one of the last products of the true Bloody Mist. She knew bloodthirst. She knew every facet of it. Her own was smothered to the point where even Yagura had trouble finding it sometimes, something offputtingly simple for her to do. Something that made her the crazy little girl who offed a Jounin to graduate.
And, she knew the second she felt it that sooner or later they and their tribe would strike up some sort of deep bond with Kirigakure. She wouldn't go so far as to call their village monstrous, but—Kirigakure was different from the other villagers. It was a place built on brutality and unabashed predation, vicious in a way that the current 'peaceful' era eyed nervously.
Nanako stepped onto the sand, and smiled at them with bone-deep warmth and gentleness, even as she healed the cut and washed away the blood with only the faintest twitch of her fingertip to fuel the techniques. "I assure you," she said, her voice rich with a kindness usually reserved for the very dearest of her own 'children'. "The pleasure is entirely mine."
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He doesn't bare them like he wants to, completely motionless but for the movement of his eyes as they track every little motion from the expansion of ribs during breathing, to blinking. Either this woman, this stranger, is lying to try to gain advantage, or she sees the hunger and it makes her want to-- to what? Mother comes to mind. Smother follows shortly after. He's not sure which is more appropriate and doesn't dare ask Argilla. Now is not the time to reveal their difficulty with new words and unfamiliar concepts any more than they already have.
And also, Jinana was kind. Argilla is kind. Gale doesn't get quite the same... nuance from this woman as he does from both of them, and it bothers him.
Finally after those moments of perfect stillness, Gale finally speaks, tone as flat and mechanical as he can manage. It is natural for strangers to be suspicious of each other so he plays with his suspicions.
"Your false kindness will not gain you any foothold here. This is our territory, and we know betrayal very well." If it is not false, her reaction will tell him, and he will continue on from there. This is all bait. A move in a ... a chessmatch between them.
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Her kindness doesn't shatter like a mask tossed aside once it served its purpose, mostly because it... wasn't a mask. Nanako is disquietingly sincere at all times, as a side-effect of her hatred of lies. It's part of why she's usually kept away from covert missions. But the kindness does shift—in the opposite manner he might have expected. It melted, deepening from something restrained by cordiality to a type of adoring compassion that was almost... obscene, maybe.
But she couldn't help it. That slightly hostile tone, those mistrusting eyes, the suspicion hanging heavy in the air—
"Just like Secchan..." Her hands came up, cupping her own cheeks gently as she stared at him with dreamy, terribly kind eyes. "I thought you might be, but you're really, really so much like that child was back then, my dears!"
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But it's for that very reason that they had Gale be there too. What she couldn't hide her could, they could make that work in their favor. Even as the words 'my dears' rolls off the woman's tongue like they know each other, Argilla finds that need to move again near irresistible. Something in the way Nanako is looking at her comrade makes her want to step in front of him; shield him from the way she's looking at him. (Which she's certain he'd tell her is ridiculous since he isn't exactly shorter than her and he's already seen and processed her expression anyway.)
Lacking for other appropriate action, she lifts an arm and wraps it around herself. It was defensive but less obviously uncomfortable than if she'd chewed on her thumbnail as she wanted to.
"We aren't children." The statement is edged with a touch of annoyance. They've never been children, there aren't any children in the Junkyard before or after it was decimated. She pauses, takes a breath and holds it a second before letting it out again slowly. "You hardly know us, how can you be sure we're anything like this...Secchan?"
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Argilla moves. The motion is defensive, and Gale can tell it's not the more extreme motion she wishes to make. She's restraining herself, and it brings Gale back to the knowledge that the move he needs to make cannot be the aggressive one. So he goes still, as utterly and completely as possible, for a moment or two.
Though his eyes are closed, Gale is very aware of the woman standing across from them. He's tempted to employ one of the genjutsu he's learned since receiving his Atma, but that would also be counted aggressive if it was discovered, and some of their opponents have had strong defenses against such things.
So he merely opens his eyes, calm regained, and continues Argilla's statements to the obvious conclusions. "My comrade is correct. There have never been children in the Ruins, and you do not know us to be able to compare our actions to any other individual. Desist, so that we may commence negotiations appropriately."