Kauru had grown rather weary of village life over the years. He was unsure what had led him to stalk quietly through the dim halls of the Obsidian Palace, but it wasn’t of any consequence, as the Hashigaki always had felt at home in the dark. However, when Kauru considered this, he realized that it was not boredom, but apathy for the unremarkable that had led him to taking up lurking around the ANBU headquarters. Perhaps it had been the unbearable tedium of his academy days, or his horror of performing the Genin’s role as village grunt. His ascendance to Chuunin had come swiftly and with little effort, as nearly everything in his life had.
Kauru needed a challenge – a purpose. ANBU. He couldn’t shake the thought, no matter where he went, what song he played or sang, there was always a sour note, something off-key deep within him. The budding Hashigaki virtuoso was always left with one concussive thought pounding through his brain and rattling around his skull after every performance, every mission, and every moment. No matter where he went, who he fought, or who he pretended to be, it was there. There’s a melody in everything, and I’m trying to find a harmony but nothing seems to work – no, nothing seems to fit.
Finally, the thought had begun to play under the rampant pounding of his heart. A widening smirk crept began spreading to the corners of his lips, which had flushed crimson, echoing the sentiment of his throbbing jugular vein. It wouldn’t have taken more than a paper cut to bleed the Chuunin out entirely with the surge of adrenaline that coursed through him.
In his excitement, Kauru had become too hasty. Where he once felt the traces of chakra, sensed the echoes of footsteps traced in dust and sand, now the beating of his heart had drowned out the finer details. They were there, but they were fuzzy, gross facsimiles of the exquisitely telling details which had once lingered in his mind. He bit the inside of his lip and furrowed his brow, pausing for a moment before swiveling the shamisen on his back around to a proper playing position. He let a small, swift arpeggio ring out, and suddenly the melodic reverberations painted the landscape anew within his mind’s eye. Back on the trail.
After surveying much of the Palace, Kauru felt as though there was something out of place. There was a pervasive residual concentration of chakra on one particularly looming slab of the sable fortress. Upon further examination, the Chuunin realized that he had stumbled his way across an access panel of sorts. He could sense the chakra bouncing sporadically throughout what seemed to be the keypad. Some small ripple of hesitation shot through his being, Well, it’s worth a shot, he mused to himself. Unwrapping his makeshift blindfold, Kauru stood for a moment and let his eyes adjust to the peculiar lighting. His eyes gave off a faint emerald glow as he peered at the presumed entry device.
This should only take a second, Kauru thought, and with a bit of focus the emerald glow of his eyes grew into a frenzy, wildly delighting in the influx of chakra which Kauru had channeled through them. They greedily devoured the chakra and gave Kauru his meager recompense. The Hashigaki shinobi hurriedly traced his hand over the chakra pattern which had emerged, and felt the Palace quiver as the door slid open. Here goes nothing. he thought, as he waited to see what sat in wait behind the massive sable entryway.
(OOC: I'm looking for proper RP to become an ANBU, if possible. It’d be greatly appreciated! Will send some messages out as well, others are free to join if it helps you in any way.)
WC: 592
Marked for Training
Kauru needed a challenge – a purpose. ANBU. He couldn’t shake the thought, no matter where he went, what song he played or sang, there was always a sour note, something off-key deep within him. The budding Hashigaki virtuoso was always left with one concussive thought pounding through his brain and rattling around his skull after every performance, every mission, and every moment. No matter where he went, who he fought, or who he pretended to be, it was there. There’s a melody in everything, and I’m trying to find a harmony but nothing seems to work – no, nothing seems to fit.
Finally, the thought had begun to play under the rampant pounding of his heart. A widening smirk crept began spreading to the corners of his lips, which had flushed crimson, echoing the sentiment of his throbbing jugular vein. It wouldn’t have taken more than a paper cut to bleed the Chuunin out entirely with the surge of adrenaline that coursed through him.
In his excitement, Kauru had become too hasty. Where he once felt the traces of chakra, sensed the echoes of footsteps traced in dust and sand, now the beating of his heart had drowned out the finer details. They were there, but they were fuzzy, gross facsimiles of the exquisitely telling details which had once lingered in his mind. He bit the inside of his lip and furrowed his brow, pausing for a moment before swiveling the shamisen on his back around to a proper playing position. He let a small, swift arpeggio ring out, and suddenly the melodic reverberations painted the landscape anew within his mind’s eye. Back on the trail.
After surveying much of the Palace, Kauru felt as though there was something out of place. There was a pervasive residual concentration of chakra on one particularly looming slab of the sable fortress. Upon further examination, the Chuunin realized that he had stumbled his way across an access panel of sorts. He could sense the chakra bouncing sporadically throughout what seemed to be the keypad. Some small ripple of hesitation shot through his being, Well, it’s worth a shot, he mused to himself. Unwrapping his makeshift blindfold, Kauru stood for a moment and let his eyes adjust to the peculiar lighting. His eyes gave off a faint emerald glow as he peered at the presumed entry device.
This should only take a second, Kauru thought, and with a bit of focus the emerald glow of his eyes grew into a frenzy, wildly delighting in the influx of chakra which Kauru had channeled through them. They greedily devoured the chakra and gave Kauru his meager recompense. The Hashigaki shinobi hurriedly traced his hand over the chakra pattern which had emerged, and felt the Palace quiver as the door slid open. Here goes nothing. he thought, as he waited to see what sat in wait behind the massive sable entryway.
(OOC: I'm looking for proper RP to become an ANBU, if possible. It’d be greatly appreciated! Will send some messages out as well, others are free to join if it helps you in any way.)
WC: 592
Marked for Training
