Open Tourist Trapped! [Open RP] Req Honome

[Tsunade]

The Susukino distract was a unique existence among the streets of the village because no matter what time of year it was the district always had the same hustle and bustle of a festival going on, with street sellers shouting out food items while people stumbled in and out of clubs and tourists stood in the street admiring the architecture of the village displayed proudly. This atmosphere also brought in a large amount of of visitors looking for a good time which caused many business men of all types to set up businesses to attract the most foreign currency into their establishment and Misaka had found herself working at one such tourist trap due to her calm demeanour. Squashed rudely between a club and a theatre was a small lot that had been converted into a Shinto shrine on what appeared to be on a shoe string budget as the front contained a small prayer box full of slips of paper that required money to get one out while nearby a Sakura sampling sat stuffed into a pot a tad too small for it. Leading to the back of the lot was a cobbled path that led to a small shack that had been shoddily converted into a shrine to the Inari complete was a misshapen fox statue while Misaki herself stood before the shrine dressed in priestess regalia while holding a broom to sweep the front steps since her manager claimed that was what the priestess did but Misaka was sure he had just been watching too much anime.

When Misaka had applied for this job she had hoped to get some spending money from a respectable temple while she trained within the Ninja Academy but instead she was forced to work at a glorified tourist trap that mocked Misaka's own beliefs but it was the only job the girl could get so she continued her sweeping, her serene smile betraying the whirling pool of anger that was burning within her breast.

[MFT]

WC: 332

 

[Hashigaki Honome]

Honome carried the walking stick and tapped at the pavement as she listened to the sounds of the Susukino district as they swirled around her. They were always so loud that they almost gave Honome vertigo when she walked through the cacophany and she had to duck inside somewhere, anywhere, to get out of the noise. clenched her jaw, sending the blood rushing to her ears to drown out the merchants all yelling over one another. It was in this way, as her walking stick swung wide, that she missed the box of prayer-notes for sale and ran face-long into it, falling backward on the pavement.

She shook her head, patting her nose to make sure she hadn't accidentally broken it and finding that there was no liquid on her fingers, she scrunched up her face once or twice before standing up, dusting off her kimono's backside and placing a tentative hand on the box. She had no idea what it's purpose was, as the box had no raised lettering, but it had a coin slot of some sort, and a dispenser. Probably for candy. She tapped the Torii with her walking stick, and from the reverberations throughout the wood and iron that made it she found that she was at some sort of shrine. A shrine to what though?

She ran her fingertips tentatively up and down the pole on the side closest to the box which she couldn't identify to see what kind of shrine it was, and to whom, and for what it was used for. Perhaps she could put a prayer in the box. Looking about, she wondered whether she should call out to someone in the temple, or whether there was even anyone there that day. After all, sometimes shrines didn't even have people in them, so why assume that there was anyone about this one.

Honome's blind-glazed and iridescent eyes scanned the area as she tilted her head to listen for anyone in the temple. It was no use with all the noise about her, she could have had someone walk almost right up to her with the right footwear and be caught almost completely unawares. She had the gift of enhanced hearing, but in a noisy district such as this, it was more a bane during the daylight hours than it was a blessing. She should have just come at night. It would have been cooler, yes, but also there was some reprieve from the shouts that would cause even the dead to plug their ears with grave-dirt.

She just hoped that there was someone there, and that they would receive her into the temple for some quiet and perhaps some prayer. Her mind whirred and cascaded down the eventual rapids toward the deep lake of thought about what had happened to that woman, and the debt that she could never repay to her son for letting her die.

[wc:482]

 

[Tsunade]

'Finally' Ayeka thought to herself as she had swept the last of the dirt from the front step with an audible sigh as she rested the most hated tool she had ever used against the wall since that broom looked like it had been around a few hundred years ago with how archaic it was. However before she could contemplate the brooms possible destruction a loud thunk caught her attention over the din of the street making Misaki turn towards the entrance only to see a women holding a stick and currently grasping her face. Misaki simply blinked in surprise as the visitor checked themselves over and then began to guide themselves over to the Tori gate where they then began to hit their stick against probably to parse what it was as Misaki slowly realised that the women at the gate was blind.

The little white haired girl shuffled back and forth in confusion as she mentally debated if she should do the whole tourist speal that she was supposed to do or just go help the seemingly struggling women but eventually she made her decision as Iridescent eyes drifted unseeing over her form. Ignoring the beauty of those sightless eyes Misaki quickly padded over to the new guest and made her presence known without startling the women. "Excuse me miss welcome to The Great Shrine of the Inari. I assume you are looking for a place to pray. " Misaki cursed her childish voice as she tried to sound professional for her first customer while at the same time she placed a hand gently on the women elbow with the intention of guiding her into the small shrine. "Why don't i help you inside where it is alot quiter." If the women allowed herself to be guided Misaki would gently lead her up the path to the shrine while gratefully thinking it was a good thing the women couldn't see or she would see how tacky the place was with a large gift shop stitched on to the side of building holding all kinds of knickknacks such as mugs with Raikage's face plastered on the side. Hopefully he would never discover the illegal merch her boss was selling.

 

[Hashigaki Honome]

“Inari hmm?” Honome wondered who Inari was. She had not really bothered to learn any of the names of the gods or goddesses. She only knew them by their title, Kami, and when she prayed she prayed to anyone who would listen which was either blasphemous, or was like hitting ‘reply all’ to a company letter. She accepted the hand that guided her and flicked her walking stick, it collapsed into four parts which she stored in the belt of her Kimono. As they entered the Torii gate she bowed to the spirits there, their murmurs soft and annoyed. Not at her, but at the people around. She could practically hear their complaints. Torii gates were a passage through and into another world, and she had great respect and wariness for passing one.

“That would be lovely, if you did, it’s a bit disconcerting with all the noise, shouting, and mayhem out here.” She shook her head, her ears starting to ring as she and the smaller girl got further away from the din of the street and closer to the den of sin. Not that she knew it.

She could hear the thick lacquer on the cheap wood underfoot, and could hear the creak of the supporting wood as it suffered from misuse and little repair. She thought about how sad it must be to own or work at a shrine that was in such disrepair. She took off her shoes as she entered the inner shrine, placing them to her left on the floor and stepped onto the well-worn tatami mats.

“What is your name, miss Priestess, if you don’t mind me asking?” She asked the child, who must have been training to give reverence to this god, goddess, or perhaps training for her role in another shrine somewhere else. Home’s ears still buzzed with the high pitched ring from the echoes of greedy voices in the street just beyond the thin walls of the Shrine. It was quieter here, but not by much. Still, she would take what she could get, and considered buying ear-protection for loud streets such as the one outside.

“I am Hashigaki, Honome.” She dipped her head in the direction of the smaller girl, “Medical Ninja in Training.” She was unabashed at how long it took for her to do what ‘normal’ people could pick up rather easily such as rise through the ranks of the Shinobi world. She had a gift for seeking out the hurt in others using her other four senses, but the lack of sight meant a stunt in her growth as a ninja, and eventually had led to the separation of her mother from her father. She shouldered this with the calm serenity of acceptance.

[WC: 487]