Test Drive Post!

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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 ♦ History Journal ♦ Application Journal ♦ Mod Journal ♦ sunshinemods ♦ Premise ♦ Rules ♦ F.A.Q. ♦ Player Contact ♦ Player Ideas ♦ Event Calendar ♦ Character History FAQ ♦ Taken ♦ Applications ♦ Reserves ♦ Hiatus ♦ Drop ♦ Country Navigation ♦ Sunshine Timeline ♦ Backstory List ♦ Mission FAQ ♦ Mission List ♦ Maps

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[thelittleprincess]

"For marksmanship, I can manage about ninety feet," she reported, before biting her lip and admitting, "...with a few inches of deviation from the target. But at eighty I'm absolutely accurate!" Given that sixty-four had been her previous best, that alone spoke of how hard she had tried to reach a goal he could be proud of on her own. Itachi had definitely helped.

She relaxed a little at his acceptance, a pleased look entering her eyes. If she grinned, it was hidden resolutely behind her high collar, but the next words from his mouth saw her features contort into an expression of unguarded, blatant excitement. "A mission? Really? Are we painting anything, or going shopping, or babysitting?" Given that her aunt's family was both civilian and wealthy enough to afford D-Ranked missions, and that the woman herself remembered her brother's genin days, Ami had no illusions of grandeur pertaining to what lay ahead of her.

It didn't dampen her enthusiasm, however; her first mission was a gateway to her second, and third, and if she did well Shisui might consider more important missions later. She actually bounced on the balls of her feet until, until a thought caught and froze her. She looked up at her teacher, green eyes shining with worry. "If we're dealing with clients directly, we definitely need to shower, don't we?"

Was there time?

[shunshinoshishi]

Shisui nodded. Ninety feet, give or take, was a remarkable improvement from sixty four. He was quite impressed; she'd been working really hard in his absence.

And as he watched her expression change at the news of a mission, Shisui couldn't help but grin himself. He resisted the urge to chuckle, though. "A runaway," he informed her. "Merely returning an individual to their family." Shisui began to turn with the intention of walking in the direction of a more quieter area so that they could sit and have their lunch while discussing the details of their mission. Of course, Shisui wasn't given her any indication that said individual was not human. In fact, he planned to draw it out for as long as possible, have her believe it was a strange-looking human individual they were after.

Why?

Because Shisui was just curious to find her reaction to the discovery that their target was a spoiled old cat.

But Ami was right. Her first mission would be a gateway to the ones that came after it. And then, just as he was about to take a step towards a bench he'd spotted in the near distance, she mentioned that they just might have to shower. Shisui's expression changed for one that was flustered, and, on instinct, found himself sniffing himself-- Only to stop when he realized what he was doing. "...Is it that bad, really?"

[thelittleprincess]

"Your hair looks like seaweed," Ami delivered bluntly, but perhaps not unkindly. "Limp and oily." After a moment to let that harsh verdict sink in, she continued, working her little legs to keep up with his pace. "You don't...reek or anything, Sensei, but we're supposed to treat all our clientele with respect, right? Because how we present ourselves reflects back on the village as a whole."

She paused, almost as though waiting for the hope that she was done to blossom since more.

"Also, you have have mud stains on the seat of your pants." Admittedly that was very hard for somebody who wasn't trained to pick out little details or raised in a textile shop to notice against the dark material. He had tried, from what she could see, to wash it out but likely hadn't had a steady supply of detergent readily available.

[shunshinoshishi]

Shisui flinched at the blunt descriptor, and his hand immediately went to his hair to test the truth of such a statement. His curls weren't as soft as they used to be-- and sure, they were somewhat slick. Slick with sweat. Well, not really slick, but damp, perhaps. The corners of his mouth curved downwards as he figured out another reason why the ladies weren't necessarily looking his way this morning.

Oh well.

"I-- doubt this particular client would care what we smell like..." That he didn't reek was good news, but Shisui was suddenly extremely self conscious now. It was a good thing Ami was so short, he thought, because she wasn't exactly in the vicinity of his upper body and--

Oi.

"Stop staring at my ass, Ami, we have work to do." With that, he picked up his pace, longer strides covering the distance to the bench much faster as he stomped off, more embarrassed than annoyed.

[thelittleprincess]

Ami made an audible, gagging noise of disgust before she could really think twice. "That's gross, Sensei." She wrinkled her nose in revulsion, picking up her pace to match his quickened strides. "And if I wanted to stare at a guy's butt, I definitely wouldn't choose yours! It's all...flat, and...boring." Not that she found any other posteriors particularly scintillating, but the point stood. "And you need to take better care of your clothes."

She pulled ahead of her teacher with a haughty little sniff straight from basic kunoichi classes and placed the take-out bag on the bench before heaving herself up.

After a moment, she remembered the thermos of tea she had in her large messenger bag, and dug it free along with her canteen, which she held up. "Do you want to use this, or the cup?"

[shunshinoshishi]

And he almost entirely shed his embarrassment at her reaction. Shisui was chuckling, looking at her from over his shoulder till she walked past him to sit first on the bench. He joined her, reaching out to poke around the bag and catch a glimpse of what she had in there. Totally making himself at home.

"Well. Good to know you like boys with rounder bottoms~" Shisui sent her the briefest of winks, grinning.

A glance at the thermos and he remembered that new tea shop he'd passed on the way home. He was also suddenly reminded of how much he missed tea. "Whatever's fine." The grin finally faded into a soft smile, perhaps even grateful for offering food and drink. "Thank you." That probably was the second time he'd thanked her that afternoon.

"So how come you don't like boys?" Whatever happened to the briefing?

[thelittleprincess]

"No, yours is just weird," Ami said, batting his hand away ineffectually as she twisted open the thermos. She poured the cup for him and passed it over, before bracing her canteen between her knees and carefully, patiently trickling the tea into her canteen. once she had gotten a fair amount, she placed the open thermos near the bag of food, careful not to bump it.

She dug into the white paper and pulled free a large, still-steaming bun, opting to take a big bite rather than immediately answer Shisui. She couldn't spend forever chewing a single mouthful, however, so she was eventually forced to swallow.

"Because they make fun of my clothes and ribbon," she said, reluctantly. "And my aunt and cousin worked hard making them for me. And they're really annoying when I beat them." She took another huge bite.

[shunshinoshishi]

"I see you've given it much thought." About his ass, that is. The things kids notice, he wondered. Not that Shisui was in agreement that his rump looked weird. It wasn't weird at all, and he knew this because there had been occasions where-- er. Let's not delve into his private life.

His hand flinched back at the bat, and he stifled a chuckle. It was endearing, watching her literally take care of him.

Shisui was quick to notice the temporary diversion, and said nothing, waiting patiently for till she spoke up while he slipped his envelope in his pocket and then shifted his cup of tea to his other hand. Reaching into the bag, he grabbed himself a meat bun. He didn't sit there ruminating a single bite, though. It was so good he wasn't really wasting time chewing properly either. That, and he'd gone a few days without proper food, living on the soldier pill to maximize his efficiency, so he was starved for real food. Soldier pills were great in that they were highly convenient; but they tasted like utter crap.

He watched her over the rising steam of the bun he was munching on, expression soft, yet slightly amused. "I think your aunt and cousin make wonderful clothes. Perhaps those boys just have really poor taste?" He smiled, mostly to himself, before taking another bite. "Or maybe it's not your clothes. Maybe they just like seeing you react the way you do," Shisui added, softly.

[thelittleprincess]

"...Sensei, you are not a short man, and I'll be straggling along behind my age group as they grow for the rest of my life. Your legs are also longer than mind. Now picture just what is in my direct line of sight when I try to catch up to you when we walk, unless I crane my neck to look up." Her voice was flat, and her tone almost eerily dry for a twelve year old in frills and bows.

Mercifully, she refrained from passing judgment on his rather...voracious table manners—bench manners?—instead glad that she had gotten the large bag as a lunch-and-dinner idea. And that she had gotten both pork and beef, since Shisui looked so happy. She took another bite, cheeks bulging slightly in a way that her cousin had—gently but affectionately—dubbed hamster-esque. When she swallowed, not even the lingering taste of deliciously seasoned and spiced ground beef was enough to wipe the discomfited look from her face.

"...what, you mean they like it when I hurt them?" Ami hunched her shoulders, brows knitting together. "Like that whole 'M' thing from the kunoichi classes?" Her bun finished, she braced her chin in the apex of her thumb and forefinger thoughtfully. "Huh. Well, I guess Higanbana-sensei did tell me that there would be guys who liked being shamed and demeaned by little girls, but I thought she meant dirty old men. Maybe lechery really isn't exclusive..."

[shunshinoshishi]

Shisui blinked, then chuckled. He wasn't going to mention that she better be craning her neck to look at his face when he was facing her. The last thing he wanted was to hear her say he had a weirdly shaped man-thing and that she'd much rather be looking at someone else's. Not that he wanted her to look at his. No.

No.

This internal dialogue is getting out of hand.

Shisui shrugged at her question, though, but cocked an eyebrow at the mention of said 'M' thing. "What 'M' thing?" Kunoichi classes. The one thing he'd always wanted to find out. What was so special that kunoichi had separate secret classes the boys weren't allowed to butt into? He'd always wanted to know, but he'd never really gotten the complete picture. Just always bits and pieces of information from places.

"No, lechery isn't exclusive," he said quietly. His tone was serious. For a second or two, just as he considered nasty old men being jerks to his precious student. Shisui tore a piece of his bun at the mental image. Literally tore-- the bread ripped painfully under his teeth. "Those kinds of people need a good kicking in the family jewels. But-- as for the teasing." Shisui sighed. "I'll tell you a secret..."

By now, he was done with his bun, and he reached in for another. "I used to hate girls -- and women -- when I was about your age." They picked on him for his eyes. Called him pretty.

...They still did. But it didn't bother him so much now.