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This merchant city by the sea is enclosed by great ivory walls which were used to hold the desert storms at bay. This outpost resides outside of the Diamond Maelstrom and is often visited by travelers seeking supplies to go into the Diamond Maelstrom. With the storm finally subdued after three decades, commerce here has increased exponentially as curious travelers explore the desert terrain and seek a rumored subterranean hidden village!

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Wed Jun 12, 2019 5:41 am

The waves were calm on a day like this. It reminded her of one not so very long ago where she once stood on the sands of this beach and greeted her brother after a long day apart. They had been so happy then. A breeze blew by her, shifting her short blue locks as it passed. Kasen raised her hand, moving some of the hair out of her eyes. The tinge of her hair gave her pause. That's right...she no longer looked like him. Would he even recognize her? Many had confused them for twins, but it appeared that would not be the case any longer. It was strange to think that she was practically a different person in every way. She had only been back for a few days, but she knew that this tranquility that she found herself in, one she had allowed herself to stay in for years was about to end. Others would enter her world and she would have to face the consequences of the relationships that withered while she found herself and the peace that now dwelled within her.

She glanced over to the small abode that was her home. Kasen had always preferred Soon's Haven over the inner village any day, which is why they had decided upon building this small beach house about an hour away. She felt closer to the water here and she had never really felt comfortable around others with her uncontrolled bloodlust that could send her into a frenzy at any moment. The bloodlust that came from the unrest that Same felt from within her. Now though she just felt calm. The house that she once shared with Kaen had stood where it had always been, and it still appeared like it had been looked after. It wasn't anything special, just a small dwelling with sturdy white exterior walls surrounded by a wrap around deck, with strong posts that held up the roof that was made primarily out of dried fronds found in the area that now looked like thick straw and wooden support beams. She wasn't sure if Kaen still even lived here anymore. She had climbed the stairs that gave way with a slight squeak from frequent use. The door was locked, but luckily a key remained under the old welcome mat that greeted people in the friendliest of ways,"No soliciting". Kasen rolled her eyes, a small smile on her face. Kasen had wanted the mat that said "Come in, the water's fine" but Kaen insisted that it sent the wrong message to the local surfer population. Under no circumstances were they to frequent their dwelling demanding hospitality simply because a doormat was just a little to cliche in it's greeting. In other words, he would not "Hang ten, shaka brah".

Kasen put the key in the lock, happy to see that it was indeed still the same. Inside it was dark and empty. Despite the outside looking well maintained, the inside felt bare and cold. Everything was fairly the same as she remembered it. The ocean breeze and the smell of the sea salt air could still be smelled from the inside of the small home. She stepped into the living room, and turned on a light. There was simple furniture, some chairs and couches and a coffee table, nothing that spoke of wealth or of complexity, but one that just emitted comfort and a homeliness that she remembers fondly. Kasen noted that a coffee cup filled partially with coffee had been left on the table. She picked it up and had sat a coaster on it. Kaen always forgot, she recalled. The second thing she had noticed was that all the family photos on the wall seemed to be covered up with cloth. She stepped close to them, gently grasping the fabric in her hand and pulling them off. They were photos of the two of them mostly, but the one in the center was always the most important. It was an old torn photo that was of Kaen, Kasen, and their mother. It was the only thing that had left. Kasen noticed that the glass had been shattered. Maybe it was too painful to look at.

The connecting kitchen, though small, was clean and spotless, though there wasn't much interest here. There wasn't much more to the house, seeing as it was a dwelling only meant to accommodate living. Kasen had quietly walked down a long hallway that led to where they bedrooms were, her footsteps quietly echoing small taps as they walked on the hardwood floors. Looking into Kaen's room on the right, everything looked the same as it had always looked. Kaen was a creature of habit after all. Kasen then turned to her room. She hadn't stepped foot in this room for years. She turned the doorknob slowly, and peered in. Her room was almost the opposite of Kaen's. It looked messy and in disarray. Kasen used to stay up late at night working on tinkering projects that she could hardly remember to tidy up when she was done. On her workdesk, Kasen saw that the chair had been pulled out, a photograph of her and Kaen sat straight up staring at her. Kasen sighed, staring at the photograph. This used to sit on her nightstand, but had somehow moved. Kasen thought back to the when Kaen had risked his life to save her from death. Same had freed herself and taken control of Kasen. The look on Kaen's face was one that broke her heart and one that she could never forget. Had Kaen sat in here thinking of her? Had he thought about her since that day? Kasen had thought often of her brother, and the pain he must feel, the loneliness, only made her want to ease his pain and assure him she was alright. Kasen spent the rest of the evening familiarizing herself with the house and straightening up.

That had been when she first arrived back to the home. Now though was several days later. Letters had been sent into the village with direct instructions to be delivered to the proper persons. One letter would be sent to the hospital wishing to reinstate her status as a mednin of the village and inform them of her return. They more than likely would wish to assess her since she had been gone for so long and would need to be cleared before returning to duty. The second letter would be send out to Kaen. She had no idea where he was and it appeared that after several days he would not be immediately be returning to their dwelling. While the first letter was clearly addressed from Kasen, the letter to Kaen would need to be handled more delicately else she was worried he would consider it a fraud. It would simply state that new information on his sister had been found and that he was to return to their home immediately in order to discuss the details. If she knew Kaen like she though it did, it would insight some sort of reaction in him. She just feared what that reaction might be once he got here. She would handle it when the time came.

Today was the day, the day she returned to society. She hoped things would go well. She had prepared refreshments, just some simple tea and cookies, nothing special, but she felt like she hadn't had company besides the waves for so long she needed to be overly hospitable. Taking a seat in one of the chairs on the desk, Kasen stared out at the ocean, watching as the white foam crashed against the sandy shores and the birds called from overhead as the sun shone bright in the sky. What would today bring?
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Wed Jun 12, 2019 7:09 pm

Every time she left the village's walls she had the distinct impression she would not make it back. As the last week had rolled by, she continued to feel her strength ebb and her mind become foggier; yet, she still could not bring herself to reach out for help from anyone. It could be blamed on her parents or her clan as a whole or even on the Storm Lord himself for driving the importance of dignity, pride and honor, but at the end of each day it was she alone who stubbornly refused to reach out

She did not know what she would say or to whom, of course. She could not talk to the Steward, as she looked up to him too much to admit to the series of failures, negligence and poor decisions that brought her to this state of being - her eyes rimmed with dark lines and an increasing gaunt figure. Nor could she mention it to her clan, even the Storm Lord himself, who may have changed his mind about her candidacy. The few others who she might be able to speak on it were forbidden to her, lest she have to reveal even more secrets that she was sworn to uphold. In truth, while she could not bring herself to reach out, she did not know to whom she even could.

None of that mattered for the time being however, as Suzume had another job for the hospital to do. It had been months, and while her initial prospects were high, her progress had slowed and even degraded. Now, instead of being on the track to a full position, she was sent out across the desert to perform a house call on some shinobi who could not be bothered to even live within the confines of the village. Normally this would not have bothered the girl, but after days of making her way through the scorching and freezing dunes, her opinion of the Kasen woman devolved from mild irritation to spite.

She made the journey in decent time, given her state. Afflicted as she was with whatever illness or malady she could not understand, she still had no need to sleep, drink or eat along the way, and so even taking frequent breaks she arrived in a timely manner. Once she did however, she looked like hell. Standing atop the door mat at the entrance of the small building, a dour expression on her face, Suzume looked like she had rolled her way from the village. Her hair was disheveled and filled with sand, as was her customary traveling outfit, loose fitting garbs made for long treks through the hot desert. She glared at the door with an intensity that she did not feel, storm clouds rumbling softly in her foggy mind as she rapt hard on the door with her fist.

She had seen a few pictures from Kasen files before she went, and so she knew what to expect. Once the woman made it to the door, Suzume stared slightly upwards towards her with a hollow expression that spoke of irritation. "Where is Kasen," her tone matching her expression perfectly, though with even less energy. She didn't memorize the picture but she knew the color red from blue, and this obviously did not match the description. If she had traveled half-way across the country on a wild goose chase....
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Thu Jun 13, 2019 6:47 am

No signature, no return address, just a simple message is all he was given.
Letter addressed to Kaen; wrote:Mr. Shinku, there have been new developments concerning the whereabouts of your sister, Kasen. Please return to your beach house immediately to discuss the details.

Had Kaen not had the letter delivered to him during his journey back to the village he would have most likely caused a disturbance. Kaen read the contents slowly, each word akin to ripping off duct tape that your asshole friend stuck on as a joke. As Kaen crushed the light beige colored paper in his fists, so to happened to his heart. It had been so many years since that incident, but not a day went by that he didn't think about it. That was the original reason he decided to leave Sunagakure again, to search for her himself. Like all his other attempts he came up empty-handed and filled with regret.

Flames enveloped his fist, disintegrating the letter to ash. His body began to shake and quiver as thoughts raced in his mind. After all these years the news could only be bad. It was most likely an attempt to steer Kaen away from the village just in case something bad happened, like a Flame Court Ancient going nuclear. That was wise on their part, but unwise to tell him to return to his home, the very place the two of them, Kaen and Kasen, resided. Perhaps they thought he would be more likely to cooperate and not blow anything up just because it was his house. Well, they had another thing coming, cuz the only place he called home was wherever Kasen was.

Slumping to his knees the desert sand would cushion his descent. Kaen felt defeated as tears streamed down his face. After all, what other news could they possibly have aside from finding her dead body somewhere. Kaen couldn't feel her presence anymore, he hadn't since the day she swam away from him on that beach. There was no other explanation. Slowly the ground began to vibrate, tiny pebbles danced across the desert sand. The flames from his hand crept up his arm and started to spread across his body. The ground now visibly shook as the desert sand moved like the ocean. Waves of energy pulsated away with Kaen as the epicenter. At first, it was a low rumble, then a faint growl, but it soon exploded into a roar. "Grrgggrrrrah!" Upon his rage escaping his toothy maw, the desert around him was destroyed. [Using Chimera Implant: World Shatter]

A ripple of violent energy shot outwards across the sands. The immediate area around him was now a dark, shimmering glass, transformed by the devastating emotion fueled outburst. The fire slowly dissipated, but the tears somehow remained. This was it, the moment Kaen would be completely consumed by the fires within. Perhaps this was all part of Mother Suna's plan. Without Kasen in the way, he could finally cast out the only thing that kept him somewhat human, a family bond. As the fires were extinguished Kaen would pick himself up off the now glassy desert surface. No matter how much he didn't want to face this daunting possibility, he still needed to go.

A few days later, coincidentally enough the same day Suzume arrived...

The day would mock the hybrid, it was far too pretty and pleasant to have any sort of good news. Kaen too arrived disgruntled and filled with discontent. From a distance, he would see a young woman approach his house. Kaen did not know this person, nor the person who answered the door. Who in the hell would just occupy somebodies house like that? His bitterness swelled to new heights. Wiping a stray tear away he would gain his composure as best he could and quickly trudge his way across the beach sand towards his house. "Where is Kasen," The first young woman would ask the azule shaded woman at the door. Kaen would interject as he stepped onto the wooden deck that wrapped around the house. "Where is she..." A low, almost snarl escaped his razor-sharp maw. He was in no mood for games, less intruders on his property. Not to mention Kaen looked like he had gone through hell and back. His clothes were ripped, torn, burnt and for the most part mangled. Dried blood, some not his own, were blotted here or there. Fresh, barely healing wounds were littered across his body. His fight with Uri was not an easy one, and this was the first place he came after leaving Lightning Country. But despite his many, obviously painful wounds and general state of being, Kaen remained unwavering. His eyes narrowed, his brow followed suit. His gaze met both of the woman's. His voice grew louder and more impatient. "Well?"
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Fri Jun 14, 2019 4:47 am

A few hours had passed before Kasen heard a light rapping at the door. She had spent the majority of the morning outside enjoying the fresh breeze and sun before heading inside to spend some time cleaning up the house a bit. It wasn't exactly messy, but Kasen could tell that it just didn't feel very lived in for as well as it had been maintained. Maybe it was too painful for Kaen to be here. She knew it had been painful to be away from here for as long as she was, but everything seemed to happen for a reason. She chose to believe there was a greater purpose to life than just random variables lining up. Her mind didn't linger for long until another, much more insistent banging came and she realized she must have spaced out for a moment.

Kasen quickly made her way to the door, turning the handle and opening it to be met with a rather disgruntled young woman practically staring holes into her. Kasen hadn't interacted with people for quite some time, but last she could recall she didn't do anything unethical lately to warrant such a fierce death glare. She only hoped that Same hadn't done anything. Kasen would have to admit that when she was in control she hadn't always paid the most attention to things that were going on. Suddenly the other woman barked up at her asking about where Kasen was. Kasen smiled, her sharp teeth flashing briefly, although she doubt that it would be received very well. "Hello, you must be the mednin they sent from the village. I hope your travel wasn't too tedious; I know it's quite a long trip. Please, come...." Kasen trailed off when motion from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Her eyes grew wide as she focused on the quickly approaching figure in the distance. A tall male figure with blazing red hair and looking like he was on a war path was heading right for the house, his eyes reflective of a deep fury and his body beaten, bruised, and burnt like he had just walked out of hell itself. Kasen quickly realized who the figure was as he reached their porch and demanded to know where Kasen was.

Kasen's eyes softened, she stood still, standing at the man that could unmistakably be her brother. He had grown into a handsome man, but she could tell that underneath the outer exterior lay someone just as broken inside as it the skin was outside. The pain he must have suffered...the years had never been kind to him. A single tear escaped from Kasen's eye, making it's way down her face. She could not bring herself to brush it away as she continued to stare at him. "Kaen... There was a tightening in her chest as Kaen glared at her demanding once more for an answer. Instead, Kasen took a step toward him from the doorway."Still not taking care of yourself, I see." Kasen would carefully raise her hand, calm and collected. Assuming he didn't step away from her, she could place one of her hands lightly on his chest. The touch would be light and gentle, a small glow emanating from underneath her palm [Using Medical Jutsu - Angelic Blessing]. She would quickly step back, hoping that eased some of his physical pain. Kaen would feel a calming effect coming from the chakra that would flow into him through her as it worked it's way to patching up the deep wounds, perhaps a feint sensation that reflected a time long ago when Kasen's chakra had been unleashed, but it would be hard to tell if he would remember what that sensation was. Kasen barely understood any of it herself, but that had been the day that everything had changed.

Taking a step back, Kasen realized that neither had really gotten the answer that they desired. She didn't know how to explain who she was. They won't believe you if you just come out and say it. Same whispered to her inside her head. Kasen begrudgingly agreed. "Please come inside and have a seat. You've both had a long journey and I have a feeling this is going to be a long conversation." Kasen would turn and head into the house. She wasn't sure if the others would follow, she could only hope that it didn't escalate into something more. It was clearly understood that neither of the two parties that stood on the deck were happy and the tension could practically be cut with a knife. Kasen had moved the cookies to the coffee table in the living room. She had shaped them into little sharks, unable to help herself. It had been so long since she got to use her cookie cutters, or bake anything really. She hadn't had much cravings for foods since her change, but she took delight when she did indulge herself. Kasen also set out a selection of drinks for the newcomer to choose from, grabbed a water for herself, and poured Kaen a couple shots of "fireball" whiskey, since as she could recall, it was his favorite when he decided to go for some of the hard stuff. At the moment, he looked like he needed it to take some of the tension off. Taking a seat herself, she would wait for the others to get situated. "Before we get started, I can assure the both of you that Kasen is fine. It's just...really complicated. She's just...not what you might expect and she's nervous about seeing either of you." It felt odd talking about herself in the third person, but maybe if she could elevate some of the pressure this would go smoother. Kasen waited a moment, placing her hands in her lap and looking intently, assessing how the others would respond.
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Sat Jun 15, 2019 5:23 am

The disgruntled medical worker felt the urge to comment as the woman began to usher her inside, but both of them were interrupted by the beaten and ravaged man with a threatening growl. Reacting far too slowly, by shinobi standards, Suzume turned around to share her uncomfortable stare with the newcomer. She paused for a moment, her expression lightening to curiosity as she looked up to him. There was something about the man that tugged at her mind, but with her mind as muddled as it was and his appearance just as ragged, it was tracing on the edge of her tongue, but she couldn't quite grasp it.

Too distracted by the red haired man, she did not catch the bulk of the woman's reaction to his presence but the familiar name whip-lashed her attention between the pair for a moment. It took just a second longer, but old and half forgotten memories came back to her as she pieced the name and the face together. Before she could collect her thoughts, the other woman stepped forward, and Suzume took a few half-steps backwards to get from between the two. Even in her condition she still recognized the tell-tale signs of medical ninjutsu with its all too familiar glow. The likelihood that this was the person that she was looking for increased a fair bit, but so did too the chances that it was a foreign imposer. They were on the ocean's edge and it was not inconceivable that a foreign entity could have landed nearby without notice of the village.

Her instructors at the academy might have had a bit of pride for her as she weighed the risks of entering the abode without clear confirmation of the woman's identity. Weak as she was, if she was outside she could make an escape, but if she were to willingly go inside the odds of a lethal ambush increased exponentially. With her in her current state, she knew there was little she could do to put up a fight. The man did not know it, but his presence was the one comforting aspect of this risky situation. Under less irritable circumstance, Suzume would have instantly greeted the man and reintroduced herself, but he looked as irate as she did and knew not to poke the hornet's nest. "Be careful," she muttered as she gestured towards the man to enter after Kasen, only managing to appear irritable and exhausted, rather than overly hostile, which was a mild improvement.

After whatever prodding and nudging it took to have her bodyguard, a position he had served before with satisfactory results, enter the building, Suzume closed and bolted the door behind her. She couldn't recall if it was better or worse to seal the exit, but it would at least give her a second to notice someone else entering the building before they had a chance to ambush them. With the mild precaution in place, she made her way more fully into the building, keeping her eyes open for any sort of trap or ambush, though her attention to such details was woefully lacking. If Kaen did not sense any hostility before she did, she was not likely to come out unscathed. She mad her way over towards the coffee table, but made no motion as she waited for the woman to return.

She placed the cookies down, possibly poisoned, and then fetched drinks for the pair, which also were similarly spiked. Suzume made a dismissive gesture whenever Kasen would look her way with an expectant glance, "I am fine." Again she wanted to say more; to bite out a harsh quip or something that might have worn away some of her own irritation, but she did retain a modicum of respectability in her distrusting irritation. She did not understand why the woman was speaking as if Suzume and Kasen were old friends, the only reason that immediately popped into her head as to why she would be nervous would be that she feared having her disguise seen through. "The letter to the village made no mention of any complications. The missing shinobi wished to be reinstated into the ranks of the village." It was suspicious to be sure, but there were any number of reasonable explanations; Suzume just wasn't thinking of any of those.

"If she is here, have her present herself for her thorough examination," she emphasized the last two words, looking to see if that threw the potential impostor, or their accomplice, off balance.

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