Al-Ien's Combo Kabaabs

[Seijin]

Musashi was a crap father in fact, he was probably the worst father in all of the Eastern Seaboard. Of course most people didn't know that about Musashi, in fact, only his family knew. On the outside he was the spitting image of a middle aged man taking care of his family. Touching up the grey, getting a good shave, his ebony skin almost seemed a little too smooth for his age as he gave smile and a nod to the host that guided him to his booth. Far off in a secluded part of the restaurant, he sat down with a menu.

Al-Ien was a well known spice merchant who traveled the globe perfecting the finest dishes. With the restaurant being so well known, typically there was a long wait on the reservation list. However Musashi had managed to find a guy who knew a guy, who dated a girl, who's brother was a chef at the restaurant who needed a shinobi favor or two. Musashi was happy to oblige in the request, it was simple . . . find who stole his rare knife set. An E-Rank mission at best, the task was nothing but a means to an end for the old shinobi, a chance to speak to Tatsuo for the first time in a long time.

OOC: Tatsuo has been invited to an early dinner by a certain Yamamoto Musashi.

 

[Tatsuo]

It had been ages since Tatsuo had been invited to anything. In this little lull during his shinobi career he had focused on mission after mission. Usually ones that took him out of the village for months at a time. Whoever wanted to meet him was lucky he had finally returned to the village after a long bout of fighting religious zealots to the south.

The young man, now pushing seventeen truly began to look the part. He was a solid six feet tall and the trimmed beard added to his grizzled look. He moved with a new found confidence, considering Umashi had not seen Tatsuo for so long it would be reasonable to believe he wouldn’t notice him at first. However looks may be deceiving, natural energy was not, and immediately upon entering the establishment Tatsuo would recognize a familiar energy. One that brought a smile to his face.

Making his way past the hostess station with a quick nod to the girl he headed straight for Umashi’s table. In a hushed tone he said “Hokage-Sama?” Slipping into his seat quickly he placed two elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands. “What’re you doing here?”

 

[Seijin]

Nervously chuckling, Musashi shook his head and leaned in rather close. "Heads up, I'm not the Hokage anymore and Yomi and I moved out here. You can call me Musashi though . . . you know . . . so nobody tries to assassinate me and what not!" Leaning back, Musashi looked around and made sure that nobody was within earshot of them. Thankfully it was far too loud in the restaurant and they were in a secluded enough spot. Nodding, Musashi pointed to the menu and tried to relax the situation a bit. "So, how have you been? It's been quite the while since we had a chat and what not." Nodding, Musashi stroked his chin as he thumbed through the menu himself. If he was remembering things correctly, the place was known for their chick peas being especially yummy, but Musashi definitely had quite the appetite and needed a bit more than just vegan food.

 

[Tatsuo]

"No assassins, got it." he said a smirk appearing on his face. "Musashi, that'll.. take some getting used to." he said as he leaned back into the booth. His brows furrowed as he glanced around the restaurant for a few moments. His attention finally returned to Uma-- Musashi after taking the time to ensure the position was secure. "Can't complain too much, typical shinobi stuff. I've been mostly tracking criminals through the country side, fighting monsters along the way... actually look at this!" he grinned as he pulled up his sleeve, showing a nasty deep scar running up his right arm. While clearly scarred over now, the wound itself doesn't look that old. "This one was really nasty, run in with some demon bladesman." The way he presented his wound and explained it showed despite his age he still kept that childish charm about him. Always looking to impress those he looked up to and well, always getting into dumb trouble!

"Though.. I do think the bigger question is how have you been? Leaving the village and moving here? What happened?" he said his face turning serious as he pinched his brows and watched Umashi carefully.