Settin up for a. . . [Open Topic]

[Keigo Oen]

Quite nice. Though slower. . . like going from the city to the country. Going from the consistent hustle and bustle of Kirigakure, to the rather mildly paced Sunagakure, would leave Rozan a bit, at ease? The Tiger demon guy Kuro seemed cool enough. . . Rozan's mutual mind set was to take things as they came in the sense that they wouldnt know anything until they gave it a chance. However, a place where demons roamed freely and were leaders in the country. . . left a bad taste in his mouth. Liberation would be nearing his mind but this was not his country to liberate. . . he could barely handle that teenaged drama queen that tried to speak as if she were more, poised in the ways of the mind than he was. Let alone his wife, both of which were older than the twins were. It was nice to get out though, Cereza and him had seemed to rest the night they gained entry into this new country. It was a long night, even passion filled. . . playful. But the newlyweds were still in their honeymoon phase. . . but because of how they both were naturally this might last forever. Every where would have its down falls. . . but together. They were the only thing in one another's life that was currently consistent. Cereza was bubbly, the life of the relationship. And Rozan was the side-kick. Always willing to do whatever his wife wanted. And he didnt at all mind.

He was her rock and she was his flame.

"So, what do you want to do love?" holding his delightfully beautiful and with child wife. . . though she wasnt really showing and it bothered him that Kuro with only his eyes could see that. If a bandit wanted to attack them and potentially kept him bound and mutilated his wife? He would hate himself. So he practiced day and night internally training his mind to always be aware of his surroundings. The tremors under his feet and the brush that he created as they walked. . . would be odd for the people around them? He was used to it. He formed grass under his feet, it was soft and plentiful but it would submerge back into the ground after they both would complete their steps over it. Almost like they were walking over a red carpet. . .

"Whats there to do here? I dont know. . . I dont want to get bored quickly and I read books for most of my existence. Anything you wanna do?" Rozan's expression, bored but loving. He just wanted to have fun. . . maybe meet new interesting people. Hopefully they were as 'nice' as that demon cat thing. . .

[Topic Created with Cereza]

 

[Mienai]

Little did her husband know, something was amiss. A PLOT TWIST! Dun Dun Duuuuun! Cereza had been a little anxious to discover this new place. It was so different from Kiri. It was in the ground, as in, the mole people? Who were these things? Were they all half animals? What was this and why hadn't someone sent her photos on instagram? Oh wait, wrong era. Back to this....

Cereza had been more than happy to find herself in sandals, tan shorts, and a red tank top. It was humid here to say the least, so all of her normal layers would be considered unnecessary. Rozan and she were supposed to be touring the districts today, getting to know some people, learning a new culture, possibly having a full out conquring of another's kingdom with sand castles, well that was a suggested idea, but Rozan cheats. So, Rozan would do that, only, with a clone. Cereza had made the clone earlier before she had slipped away. So, she would, in theory, still be there. Now, while that happened, Cereza had ran to the main district, which seriously needed to pick up the pace, all these slow people. Cereza managed to pay for a small shop in the district from an old lady. The lady looked quite normal, she was glad to admit. She only partially looked like someone had smushed her face in to look like a trout...or perhaps that was just her face. No matter!

Unbeknownst to Rozan, Cereza had snuck some of her blown glass into the packs. They were quality handblown glass pieces. Perhaps the buyers market would be better elsewhere. Not to mention her welding, and wood burning. Everything ranged from figurines, to scultpures, to abstract, to chess boards, to fantasitcal images. Cereza was very flexible with her artwork. So, with a quick set up, everything in her store would be in order with her merchandise on display.

Her attention would be drawn away when she heard the ever so familiar voice of her husband. Her head would whip over to his location, to see the image of herself walking beside him. She grinned and casually walked over to them. "Why hello there, who is this devilishly good looking figure?" She would give a wink and then address the other. "Oh, hi honey, glad you could make it." Suddenly her excitement would triple and she started bouncing up and down. "Look, look, look! I learned how to make clones! Watch this!" Just as her her sentence ended, her clone slapped her across the face. She paused and then bust out laughing and did the same back. "See! Why're you hitting yourself, why're you hitting yourself, why're you---well you get the point. Come see this!" Cereza would grin like a kid in a candy shop and grab onto her husband's hand as the clone would poof out of existence.

As she made her way to the front of the shop, Rozan in tow, she would make several grand gestures before placing both hands on her hips and taking a deep breath. "Presenting! The most ultimate, major, outstanding, extra fantabulous, emporium of super important phenomenal doodly kabobamagigers that ever existed! Also know as a store I set up for my crafts, but that's no fun to say. Soooo, how's the tour been?" Cereza would grin and brush off the fact that she had snuck away from her husband in an unfamiliar area. This would just help bring in a little extra income, and maybe draw the attention of any newcomers. Still, the main point was that she was here with her husband and supposed to be enjoying their time together, which she very much was.

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[Honma Kotone]

Former Medical Sennin,​

Oba Kinnaku​

It had been days since the woman had last feasted on something fowl tasting, and as for her newborn, well anything that was salvaged in the dessert was given to the little cherub wholeheartedly. She had been disconnected from her lover and had found herself utterly lost without composition. Oba Kinnaku, Sand's Medical Sennin at the time, had returned to the village in order to salvage some food and medicines for the long journey ahead. However, the utter deprivation of a human's most basic needs were beginning to take their toll on the brown cloaked figure, masked like some kind of arched little old lady as she shuffled forward. A baby's cry was head from the cloak, but what did it want? The child was obviously unhappy about something, not food, it must be something to do with his nappy.

Perhaps it was out of sheer coincidence but the former Sennin, laded in a rag, would past by an exclaiming couple as they stood in front of a store front. She would turn her shadowed brow over to the two, the only thing remotely visible would be her chin, as she gave them a desperate look from the shadows of the cloak's hood. How far had she fallen since leaving the village? Well, she hadn't really fallen anywhere, Kinnaku was simply in need of a little help to send her on her way. Approaching the two, the kind hearted woman would lift off her hood and reveal her delicate features and utterly pleasant that she wore so naturally; such was her bedside manner. Her back would straighten up and the cloak would split down the center fold, revealing a cradled baby that would for the moment remain gender-less.

"Please," She would say before her olive skin diluted to emphasis her current condition: in trouble. As she fell over, she would turn her body around so that she would land upon her back and her darling baby would rest comfortably upon her two soft peaks.

 

[Keigo Oen]

His wife. . . was slapping herself. Well it was better than someone else slapping her and him having to kill them where they stood just for even looking like they would touch her. Though, listening to her. He loved just the sound of her vibrant voice and her always upbeat way of living. It drove him to keep that consistent. He knew she had a temper. Just from being around her and living aside her. Though, he did a good job of keeping her calm. . . he tried. He really tried. She took his hand and pulled him into her shady shack that seemed to be makeshift. . . she was a very good. . . carpenter of sorts? She had many artistic abilities. . .

"Hehe, You did great love. . . I love the set up. Maybe this can get some money or somethin-. . .", cut off by a thud. . . turning his body and pushing his glasses up on his face. When did they get there? He didnt even remember entering this thread with them. Oh well. Breaking the fourth wall. . . Rozan would sigh deeply into his lungs pulling his sword the liars from his sheath and with quick motion and a flick of his wrist. . . he would put it back into the sheath and give a thumbs up as if there were a camera there. Cheesy grin and all. Like a Mentos commercial. . .

"Welp. . . So she has a baby. . . and people are just walking by. . . watching this as if nothing is wrong and everything is normal. Okay. . . Sooo what do -we- do?", this brought up something in his mind. He needed to make sure that the medical facilities were up to par with the stories. Maybe things would become clear as to why this was happening soon. Either way, he would move his hand to Cereza and whisper into her ear quietly, "We might be leaving soon. . .", then turning back to the fallen woman he would take the baby from her palms, looking quietly. . . His child would not be this ug-. . . would have more. . . nevermind he passed the child to Cereza with a small smile. "We'll take her to the hospital? More incentive to get you checked up I guess right?", tilting his head and smiling warmly awaiting Cereza to take the child so he could take the woman.

"Ugh. . . Note, I'm not doing this because I want to. . . only because its the right thing to do. . .", hesitant to touch the sunan woman, she looked like a beggar. Though he would not discredit her she might have been a wonderful illustrious woman of many talents. . . but there was one thing that she couldnt do. . . hide the lack of appeal she had. Then again, Rozan was wrapped so deeply around Cereza's finger he looked at all women as if they were unattractive males; aside from Cereza's lovely self of course. Maybe things would be more explicitly detailed soon, but Rozan snuffed at the thought of touching another woman. He didnt want to do anything with her. . . just ugh. . .

"Cereza. . . My hands are on her back I promise~", not that she would care. . . Well he didnt know. But he didnt want to find out either. Should he ever slip. . . (which was impossible) Lord have mercy on his soul and whomever he had touched inappropriately. So he was very cautious of how he handled others. . .

Hoisting the woman on his shoulder and moving around to Cereza he'd look around. "Anyone know where the Hospital is?", shaking his head as no one answered. . .

The author was running out of ideas for this roleplay. . . Oh well. . . time to end it. "Got any ideas on where the infirmary would be here? I dont want to touch this woman any longer than I have to. . ."

 

[Mienai]

Excitement coursed through her veins as her husband complimented her little shop idea. A little money on the side never really hurt anyone after all. She wanted to eventually teach him in the ways of art. Rozan had so much potential with his resources, just as she did, but Rozan seemed more versed in the ways of literature, language, and culture, but that was alright too. Cereza just simply wanted to show him the more creative and fun sides of life, and what better way to do that than by pure exposure to herself? Yep, she was going to corrupt her husband into painting little water color pictures of landscaping. Hey, maybe he'd even turn out like that Bob Ross guy on The Joy of Painting, as referenced by this author to break the fourth wall. So long as he was doing something than putting his nose in those musty old books, Cereza would be happy.

Suddenly a loud thud would be captured by her ear, processed through the inner workings, and then registered by the brain. This would all be in a matter of seconds, of course, as the brain is a marvelous piece of anatomy. She turned her head and looked down. She stared. And Stared. And Stared. Finally, completely disregaring anything Rozan would say, Cereza would slowly reach down. Ever so slowly as to not make any sudden movements, because really, you never know what dark magic you're gonna encounter. As she reached down, her hand wrapped itself around what she wanted and all would now see. Cereza poked the body with a stick. Once. Twice. The baby for good measure. And then the body again. Finally, her head would turn to the side. "Oh, I'm sorry, this isn't helping, is it? Right. Uh...me...hold the baby. 'Kay."

Cereza dropped the stick beside her and stood back up from her previous squatting position and took the baby into her arms, safely craddling it against her. Cereza was a natural mother figure anyway, but already having had a child made experience all the better. Still, who was this woman? And why was she in such bad shape? Yes, medical attention would be the best thing in this circumstance. Cereza would do her best to keep the baby happy and quiet as she watched Rozan explain that he was in no way inappropriately touching this beggar of a woman. Cereza's brows knit together and her eyes narrowed. "Rozan, that's all fine and dandy, but I don't care if you grope the living hell out of her in order to transport her to the hospital. Just do not drop her. She looks worse than Yun when she had a run in with that Hoshi person. She didn't even sleep with her and Yun looked disturbed out of her wits! Just get the woman there safely." Cereza gave a definite nod and held the baby closer to herself as Rozan hoisted this newcomer over his shoulder.

So, um, yes, where were the medical facilities? Being new to this place didn't exactly pose the best of knowledge as to where things were. Cereza didn't even go on the tour that Rozan was supposed to have been talking with her clone. Well then, best possible idea in this circumstance. Buuuut, Rozan beat her to it. Lovely. And no one answered. How, totally not shocking at all, though Cereza would just shake her head. It was times like this that her more serious side came out. "I don't very well know where this place is, but give her these for now." Cereza would reach into the pouch at her side and withdraw a few basic medicinal items, more specifically some soldier pills, and then hand them over to her husband. If Rozan could get them down her throat with the water he had on him, perhaps it could help her until more suitable treatment could be attained.

Finally, Cereza would nod towards the north and start moving. "Alright, if we're in the lower market districts, and the local place for residential housing, then perhaps if we moved further up we'll actually hit the more populated part of this village. Most central places of work and business take place in areas away from basic housing. If we head in that direction, we're bound to find it. That or someone who can either help up. Now let's go. I don't want to be responsible for this mother and her baby for too long." Most of this training and reasoning not only came from her actually quite bright level of intelligence, but also from her ANBU training. People don't realize how useful that really is. Oh well, if a job teaches you skills for general purpose, tactic, and implementation, whether good or bad, you use them. So, with that, Cereza would finish her directional orders and only hope that her husband would now be following her with woman in tow.

WC: 820

 

[Keigo Oen]

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[Mienai]

[Topic left with Rozan and into said other topic]