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I don't know when I'll be able to post because I'm usually busy, but I know I'll be active during weekends.
Link to character sign-ups: http://www.rpnation.com/showthread.php/4380-Shinobi-Rising-(Naruto-based-RP)
[[The role-play will begin a day before the Chunin exams begin.]]
An opaque orange pigment pierced through the obscuring haze, resembling that of a freshly lit match. The atmosphere was heavily caked with large quantities of clouds, obnubilating not only the dark toned man, but also a variety of landscaping. However, this weather was nothing deviating from the norm of Kumogakure. The shinobi brushed his hand against the cold metal railings of the balcony which he stood from, staring impassively down at the gradually passing clouds below him. Once there had been a small clearing, he could see authorities scattered across the graveled streets, remaining stationed at various weaponry shops and small food stands.
“Are they still out there?” An older woman stood before the door as her feet slowly inched toward the threshold. She gently rested her head against the casing and wrapped her hands around her plumped stomach.
“Yes.”
“They’ve been there all day, haven’t they?”
“It appears so. From what I can see, they’re all stationed by the shops.”
“I’m guessing that means they’re all going to be lined up by the gates as well.”
“That’s more than likely where the majority of the authorities are going to be located at.”
“Aren’t they taking this jinchuuriki thing a bit too far?”
“Possibly.”
A much younger boy appeared by the side of the woman, gently grasping to her soft-colored apron with an uninterested expression imprinted on his face. “Can we go now?” he asked impatiently, “We’re going to be late for Academy again.” Having a particularly large family to cater, along with a variety of task to complete, made delays and mistakes seem inevitable. So it was no surprise that the family with a little more than a handful of responsibilities and duties, would end up making more mistakes than none. However, they shockingly maintained a well-balanced weapon industry, and kept up with a wide variety of tools and supplies.
The woman motioned her body off of the casing, taking a step outside of the apartment complex and onto the balcony. “In a minute, Sekkashi; go make sure your siblings are ready, first.” She placed her hand on the young boy’s shoulder, motioning him to go back inside. She knew that it would take at least another minute or so for the rest of the little brats to get completely ready. Usually, everyone would be scattering about the apartment in a rushed manner, making a fracas in the process. Childish outburst wasn’t uncommon in this particular household.
She turned back around to face her elder son. “Reizo,” she spoke, “could you take your siblings to Academy this morning. I’m going to be busy today running the shop. I’m sure they won’t be too much trouble, anyways.” She quirked the corners of her lips upwards into a smile. She leaned forward, placing her hands over her mouth as if gossiping about something frivolous, “I told them I was going to force them to eat vegetables if they didn’t behave themselves.” She leaned back up, softly laughing to herself.
Reizo’s fingers unlaced from the rails, turning around to face his mother, “sure.”
She sighed in relief, “thank you.” Stepping back inside the architecture, it appeared as if Sekkashi had followed his mother’s word of advice, and gathered the several other siblings to the front door. All five children, not including Sekkashi himself, sat arguing amongst themselves as they waited impatiently. Something such as this was defiantly not uncommon for the family full of hot heads and feral shinobi. In whatever manner or way, though, they knew how to pull themselves together and worked well as a unit. Reizo reached for the door and spared a glance toward the ragtag group of kids before making his departure to Academy, “We’re leaving."
Villagers were usually scattered across town, but because the chuunin exams were being held tomorrow, town was even more populated due to the ranging amount of foreigners participating in the event. This, besides the conflicting arguments about the jinchuuriki, was why many Kumogakure authorities were scattered across the area. Reizo continued to walk in his casual and composed manner, glancing at the passing foreigners out of the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t necessarily worried, but it wouldn’t be wise to get arrogant and become careless.
He halted once he reached the façade of Kumogakure’s Academy, watching his younger siblings run inside. Turning around, he scanned over the streets and began taking count of all the head bands. ‘Konohagakure…Sunakagure…Takigakure…Otogakure…Kirigakure…’ There was many, but probably more to come later on in the day. ‘I should probably find Rika and Tomei,’ he thought quietly.
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The subtle wind brushed against the blonde’s checks and sank into her untamed hair. The atmosphere was much different from Sunagakure’s crisp air, and the temperature wasn’t overwhelming, either. Kumogakure’s balmy climate was relatively pleasant and soothing, but she still preferred the toasty air of Sunagakure. She could hear a wide range of conversations and voices, catching a few key words every now and then. From what she could hear, the majority of the population was from Kumogakure, Konohagakure, Sunagakure, and Kirigakure.
She took a step forward with her bare feet, smelling the pleasant scents of restaurants and food stands. They arrived a day or so later than planned, so assumingly, most of the descent motel rooms were no longer available. However, because the exams were held tomorrow and they probably wouldn’t have to rent a room for but a night, it probably wouldn’t be that excruciating if they stayed in a less nice room until then. Isako furthered down the streets, easily passing by the various shinobi without bumping into someone. “First,” she said, “We’ll find a Motel with available rooms that hopefully don’t smell like week-old dangos and soured milk. Then I’ll use my special sniffing powers to find somewhere to eat, because this place smells delicious, like shabu-shabu and yakitori.” She gave a toothy grin.
Link to character sign-ups: http://www.rpnation.com/showthread.php/4380-Shinobi-Rising-(Naruto-based-RP)
[[The role-play will begin a day before the Chunin exams begin.]]
An opaque orange pigment pierced through the obscuring haze, resembling that of a freshly lit match. The atmosphere was heavily caked with large quantities of clouds, obnubilating not only the dark toned man, but also a variety of landscaping. However, this weather was nothing deviating from the norm of Kumogakure. The shinobi brushed his hand against the cold metal railings of the balcony which he stood from, staring impassively down at the gradually passing clouds below him. Once there had been a small clearing, he could see authorities scattered across the graveled streets, remaining stationed at various weaponry shops and small food stands.
“Are they still out there?” An older woman stood before the door as her feet slowly inched toward the threshold. She gently rested her head against the casing and wrapped her hands around her plumped stomach.
“Yes.”
“They’ve been there all day, haven’t they?”
“It appears so. From what I can see, they’re all stationed by the shops.”
“I’m guessing that means they’re all going to be lined up by the gates as well.”
“That’s more than likely where the majority of the authorities are going to be located at.”
“Aren’t they taking this jinchuuriki thing a bit too far?”
“Possibly.”
A much younger boy appeared by the side of the woman, gently grasping to her soft-colored apron with an uninterested expression imprinted on his face. “Can we go now?” he asked impatiently, “We’re going to be late for Academy again.” Having a particularly large family to cater, along with a variety of task to complete, made delays and mistakes seem inevitable. So it was no surprise that the family with a little more than a handful of responsibilities and duties, would end up making more mistakes than none. However, they shockingly maintained a well-balanced weapon industry, and kept up with a wide variety of tools and supplies.
The woman motioned her body off of the casing, taking a step outside of the apartment complex and onto the balcony. “In a minute, Sekkashi; go make sure your siblings are ready, first.” She placed her hand on the young boy’s shoulder, motioning him to go back inside. She knew that it would take at least another minute or so for the rest of the little brats to get completely ready. Usually, everyone would be scattering about the apartment in a rushed manner, making a fracas in the process. Childish outburst wasn’t uncommon in this particular household.
She turned back around to face her elder son. “Reizo,” she spoke, “could you take your siblings to Academy this morning. I’m going to be busy today running the shop. I’m sure they won’t be too much trouble, anyways.” She quirked the corners of her lips upwards into a smile. She leaned forward, placing her hands over her mouth as if gossiping about something frivolous, “I told them I was going to force them to eat vegetables if they didn’t behave themselves.” She leaned back up, softly laughing to herself.
Reizo’s fingers unlaced from the rails, turning around to face his mother, “sure.”
She sighed in relief, “thank you.” Stepping back inside the architecture, it appeared as if Sekkashi had followed his mother’s word of advice, and gathered the several other siblings to the front door. All five children, not including Sekkashi himself, sat arguing amongst themselves as they waited impatiently. Something such as this was defiantly not uncommon for the family full of hot heads and feral shinobi. In whatever manner or way, though, they knew how to pull themselves together and worked well as a unit. Reizo reached for the door and spared a glance toward the ragtag group of kids before making his departure to Academy, “We’re leaving."
Villagers were usually scattered across town, but because the chuunin exams were being held tomorrow, town was even more populated due to the ranging amount of foreigners participating in the event. This, besides the conflicting arguments about the jinchuuriki, was why many Kumogakure authorities were scattered across the area. Reizo continued to walk in his casual and composed manner, glancing at the passing foreigners out of the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t necessarily worried, but it wouldn’t be wise to get arrogant and become careless.
He halted once he reached the façade of Kumogakure’s Academy, watching his younger siblings run inside. Turning around, he scanned over the streets and began taking count of all the head bands. ‘Konohagakure…Sunakagure…Takigakure…Otogakure…Kirigakure…’ There was many, but probably more to come later on in the day. ‘I should probably find Rika and Tomei,’ he thought quietly.
----
The subtle wind brushed against the blonde’s checks and sank into her untamed hair. The atmosphere was much different from Sunagakure’s crisp air, and the temperature wasn’t overwhelming, either. Kumogakure’s balmy climate was relatively pleasant and soothing, but she still preferred the toasty air of Sunagakure. She could hear a wide range of conversations and voices, catching a few key words every now and then. From what she could hear, the majority of the population was from Kumogakure, Konohagakure, Sunagakure, and Kirigakure.
She took a step forward with her bare feet, smelling the pleasant scents of restaurants and food stands. They arrived a day or so later than planned, so assumingly, most of the descent motel rooms were no longer available. However, because the exams were held tomorrow and they probably wouldn’t have to rent a room for but a night, it probably wouldn’t be that excruciating if they stayed in a less nice room until then. Isako furthered down the streets, easily passing by the various shinobi without bumping into someone. “First,” she said, “We’ll find a Motel with available rooms that hopefully don’t smell like week-old dangos and soured milk. Then I’ll use my special sniffing powers to find somewhere to eat, because this place smells delicious, like shabu-shabu and yakitori.” She gave a toothy grin.
