A Pretty Penny [open]

[Kaze Kaori]

One of the most underwhelming things Kaori had to suffer was the unimpressive pay of her station -- still in many ways a student, despite having worked her way through the Academy and having graduated from it, she often found herself in the unfortunate circumstance of finding many things she would want to buy with her meager income and sometimes acting on those impulses. More often than not, her purchases would sit in her room unused and forgotten. There were plenty of useless, pretty things in her collection, from stationery to trinkets, clothes to books, toys to decorations... Kaori had just received her latest paycheck and was released for time to spend on a family vacation. She had been told to wait for her siblings in the Suskino District with the promise that one of them would take her to see a show of some kind -- probably something that she'd fall asleep halfway through. However, as soon as Suskino had been mentioned, she had been sold.

Though somewhere between being a young woman and a girl, Kaori had little say in any matters that her mother became involved in -- Mama Kaze had wrestled Kaori into a dress and pulled her hair back in a presentable manner with braids that started at her temples and joined at the back of her head, secured with a band embellished with a little, white, plastic flower. The dress was commonplace, clean and of a simple design, its looseness on her thin frame compensated by a sash tied tightly at the waist, pulling the fabric against her. She had been given a few dabs of lavender perfume -- likely for the sake of her brothers, since she had neglected a shower today and wanted to ensure she had enough time to spend on her own before meeting up with any of them. Whatever embarrassment that had bothered her was gone now, however, as soon as she weaseled her way out of home and off towards the Susukino District -- it was time to go shopping!

As she strolled down the main stretch that would eventually bring her to the plaza, she tapped her lip with a slim finger in deep consideration. What did she need? What did she want? Kaori told herself that she could use a new tin or cup of some kind for her desk, to organize a few small things. The one she had bought last week just didn't seem to sit right, she tried to reason silently. Her stomach rolled on itself, grumbling. Kaori smiled to herself, pleased, as she decided she would most certainly get her brothers to pay for lunch.​

 

[Darasu]

"What a dull place." The brown haired boy mused.

Sure, there was plenty of colors and smells, shops and stalls and excitement for most people. In the shopping district of Susukino, there was always some thing for the people of Kumo to be entertained with, as long as it involved spending money. The great amount of places to eat and spend was aimless, all located around a great statue in the center like a bulls-eye to a projectile board. Most people could spend hours here with out boredom, as long as they had the yen for it.

But Darasu was not most people. He found it hard to endure these places, it was like a sensory overload. When ever his family went out for their routine shopping's here, the youngest member of the family found him self roaming the roof tops instead. Nobody seemed to mind him being up here, as long as he wasn't causing trouble. Now and then a shop vendor would yell he would need to be spending or otherwise he would be considered a loiterer, but in those cases the academy student would just hop over to another roof and keep moving down the line.
It was up here that there was actual entertainment. People watching, he would sometimes follow them around from up above in secret, studying their habits and purchases, building a mental profile of them that would be forgotten about in a day or two. There was too many to keep track of, but it was a fun way to pass the time until his elder brother would come find up and tell him to head home. Occasionally, he would even see his mother or brother wandering around in these crowded streets and alleyways, or they would spot him and smile.

And so here he sat, kicking his feet one at a time like a bored child. His emerald eyes scanning through the throngs of people until he would find one of interest. Today he was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black shorts, nothing too loud or fancy. He wondered what people would act like if he wore one of his suits up here, and they spotted a well dressed debonair acting like a vagrant among the sheet metal and wood tiles roofs.

Perhaps he was less civilized than them, or maybe he was more in-tune with his primal self. What ever the case was, he would continue his abnormal routine in the susukino district until he was molded into a proper citizen like them. If that would ever happen.

 

[Yaban Hito]

Hito had just arrived back into Kumo for the first time in over a year; his time being spent training alone and having his own small adventures here and there. His hair very unkempt, his ANBU uniform torn and covered with his own robes. It was plain to see that this young man had been into some kind of serious altercations. He was walking around the city aimlessly making his way to the Sileo Tempesta to report of his return to Akira Saito - his teacher and master. Kumo... It's been so long. I'd almost forgotten the sounds of the city...I wonder if my friends are still around.. Stumbling along blindly, he would bump into someone randomly here and there; his mind elsewhere. His robes fluttered, trailing behind him, flapping in the breeze of passersby. His head looking towards the sky, he would bump into someone once more - but this one caught his gaze. He would look down to one dressed up nicely; a dress for a special occasion it seemed?

Who...?

Seconds passed, his fierce gaze still upon the smaller one. His thoughts cleared, and his brain started ticking, taking mental notes and piecing together everything he could about them from what he was seeing; sizing her up. Though he seemed lax and out of it, the young man was a mastermind tactician and fighter. He had remarkable talent and innate abilities that his master had seen in him and honed. Though he was still an ANBU in training, he had been put through more tests than most current active ANBU. Hito was a different breed of person. He had intelligence far beyond his years. Just his presence brought with it a thick, heaviness.

Young, early teenager. Possible student, Genin or citizen. Slim build....Pretty dress. Not a threat.

"I apologize. I was careless in where I was looking and walking." He would bow politely, yet stiffly. It was obvious he wasn't used to apologizing and being sincere. His voice was deep, yet clear. It had a tone of authority to it. Standing back up, his sheathed sword rattled under his robe, tapping his side.

With the hustle and bustle around them, he didn't want to make it any more awkward for the young female. Hearing her stomach growl, he had the idea to at least pay for her food or something she wished for.

"You're stomach is empty. Allow me to repay you for bumping into you blindly. Would you like something to eat or something something else?"

Pulling his hair back with his right hand, he'd reveal an eye-patch over his left eye; his long hair now seemingly even more unkempt.

[mft: 446]

 

[Kai]

Things has gone peacefully in the past few days, there were no major missions that he had to worry about as all of them were either taken up by those higher than him or straight out unavailable to the likes of him, it was completely understandable though. For someone like him who specializes on one thing, he was pretty much assigned to special missions requiring his skills but for the meantime, he had other plans. Meeting up with his family. Despite coming from the same household, it was certainly weird that they would leave the place alone or in different times, making it more harder for them to meetup when needed.

Finding himself on the rooftops of the Susukino District, his eyes went off into the distance as if he was in a daze. He always enjoyed feeling the breeze in his face, the soothing swirl of warm and cool wind fighting each other in a space no one can see. He had no idea where Ronin or Kouin is but he felt a familiar presence, that of his family. Kaori. She's somewhere in the plaza. Jumping from roof to roof with an unusually slow yet delicate momemtum that even those who would see him would make it appear he was subtly floating in the air. It wasn't any form of trick but it was merely how his body can handle, he couldn't move blindingly fast to the point they would appear as streak of shadows like the others, instead he had to compensate and as such, his chakra control was quite incredible to the point focusing it to his feet allows him to gain incredible friction against the air. This slow yet gentle pace allowed him to scan his surrounding much more carefully and with greater detail as even those who move with incredible speed can't keep up with the brain's processing.

A few good seconds and there he saw his dear sister, around with some strangers. As her older brother, he had the obligation to protect her from those would dare pollute her mind. He wasn't the type to intimidate people but he had other ways to protect her. Watching from the nearby rooftop, he quietly observed them.

[MFT @ 370 WC]

 

[Yaban Hito]

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