Earned Etchings [Open]

[Kuru Watashi]

Ahhhh, Watashi breathed a large whiff of the Chronopolis’ stagnant, heavy air, taking in the scents of the city. Even though the village was supposedly built on clouds, and practically put on top of a mountain, the Chronopolis always had a tendency to keep away that fresh open air. Instead, it was somehow filled with the stretches of people: dirty streets, questionable street food and human odors. The place practically reeked of poorness and the sounds didn’t help too much either. Shouts of all sorts could be heard from every direction, and it sounded like there was a beating happening somewhere close by. Smells just like home.

And it was way better than that dumb Seki District. All of those down punchers that lived in those sorts of places knew where they could stick it with all of their ‘rich clan houses’ and ‘safe living conditions’ and everything else that was made to show that people with money were just fundamentally better than people without. Watashi didn’t much care for that part of town and the sorts of people that hung around there didn’t exactly care for his kind either.

In any case, Watashi was out on a mission today and he figured that the best place to get it done would be around the Chronopolis. Now that he had come across some treasure up in the mountains, it was time to get it personalized. Add some style to it! While some other place would probably be better for that, it was always nicer going to a place where you knew you’d get scammed a bit than getting scammed and not realizing it. Feeling the heavy weight of his newfound booty in his jacket’s inner pocket, Watashi had to resist the urge to hold it. Plenty of time for that later when there weren’t people waiting to rob him.

 

[Midori Futotta]

"Hehehehe! *Hic* Too many ba drink ka drinks." said Maru as he staggered through the street, drunk from trying to empty the bottle that had an ENDLESS amount of rice wine within it. He has been battling with that goblin bottle trying to empty it but each time he seemed unsuccessful since the bottle had an ENDLESS amount. Now some people would look at this bottle as a gift that could end thirst, solve droughts or anything else that could possibly be of help to the community since the bottle did soaked up energy from heaven and earth. But Maru had decided to use the bottle as an endless challenge to see if it was really the real deal so he attempts to empty it every time. Unfortunately he had failed but Maru had eternal youth so the bottle will give in eventually, so long as he keeps draining the bottle of wine in large amounts. Gotta give up sometime, and Maru won't tap out however getting drunk wasn't what he was here in the slums for….

While he didn't have respect for the poor bottom feeders who are constantly asking for spare change, he was trying to find a red light district since prostitution seem to be an 'illegal' thing. He found one in Sordid Avenue which he visits on a regular to get his dose of the foxy nine tails and to get some BDSM gear for his… private shrine of S&M. Though he was looking for a certain prostitute yokai lady called 'The Hairy Prostitute.' Yeah name sounds weird when you think about it but that's due to her having a lot of hair on her head, so much that her hair covers her face like a veil. The only humans who's seen her then screamed ended up being cut down by the hair but despite her horrifying long hair.. To yokai males she is actually very beautiful and they fight over the hairy prostitute regularly. Maru considered himself a youkai so regardless of the name hairy prostitute he's willing to join in on the tradition and vows to get some of her hair to prove that she liked him. Stupid but a mission nonetheless…

Maru using the wall for support he slugged his way through the dirty street, going around the homeless people who decided to set up camp there. In a drunken rage, the Kyuubi used his claws to slash a hole into a random tent. "DAMN BROKE BUSTED *HIC* BASTARDS! GET A JOB!" yelled the fox before kicking a trash can, pulsing out his dread aura to scare the bums as he staggered through the street. As he moved he saw in his blurry vision one of his Kurū brothers the blind kid. The drunken youkai raised his hand, calling out to the blind kid since he was moving entirely too fast for a drunk Maru to catch up. "HEY BLINDIE! GOOD TOO SEE YA!" Maru snorted as he giggled to himself at his blind joke. "You seen the other Kurū members?"

 

[Kuru Watashi]

As Watashi was trotting through the streets and taking in the wonderful atmosphere, he heard an all-too-familiar voice shouting in his direction with an all-too-familiar terrible blind joke. If people were going to be making blind jokes, then they could atleast have the basic decency to make them funny blind jokes! Wasn’t that the whole point of being some sort of jokester?

Watashi stopped in the middle of the street and turned around to glare sightlessly in the direction of the newcomer, mustering up all of the brainpower that he had available to him to respond with a real scathing joke of his own. He stood there, puffed up for a few moments thinking before deciding that the whacko just wasn’t worth spending the time to get irritated over. He wasn’t as bad as that Naohiro after all. Just like that weird old uncle that you happen to see way too much.

“Heya Maru,” Watashi responded, turning around and continuing his little walk. He had a mission today, after all, and he wasn’t gonna let anyone stop him from getting it accomplished! “Me and Yuuto were came back from scouting a while ago and the rest are probably out doing their own jobs. How’s yours coming along?”

Maru was handling the… lumber? Maybe Watashi should’ve stuck around a bit more at the mission board to figure out who was getting what all done. Oh well, all he knew was that he was done and the others were slacking! Back to his current mission! “Any idea where some tattoo or etching place was around here?” The blind lad asked Maru. “Any place that we can get some cool looking seals. I heard they’re the latest style!”

[OOC]

sorry about the long wait, some stuff came up