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Glorious [Open to All]

The Crystal District is where the finest restaurants, bars and clubs are located. It is normal to see the lines rounding the corner or to need a reservation to even get inside one of these places. It's also rumored that the restaurants here are known to turn away poorer folk and those who look less than pristine. Having a good name or a far checkbook can take you places. This is where you go on your first date, when you are trying to impress a foreign dignitary or you are trying to buy something you cannot find anyplace else. While some things may not necessarily be legal that can be purchased, when done with class it just does not seem quite so bad.

Upper Class Shopping Area.

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Glorious [Open to All]

Wed May 09, 2018 4:29 am

For months, Hissori had been in a funk, for almost for years. Days upon weeks of binge drinking at a time follow by weeks of just laying around the dirty dusty old apartment reading up on the newest research and development of doctors. It had gotten so bad that one night a mother had told her child to stay away from the “drunk homeless man begging” when Hissori was just relaxing on the street corner sitting on a chair enjoying the warm air. This had been the final straw.

Hissori was a former kage damnit! He had worked so hard his entire life to get to the position he had been, bedded hundreds of people, saved thousands of lives, had enough money to last multiple life times, and lead millions in the stone village. Now though the old man had just become a homeless urchin in sanugakure? The man could not stand for it.

When Hissori had woke up today, Hissori would shower, and find his best outfit to go out to get his hair cut, Buru groomed, and look for a new apartment in a place more fitting for a man of his stature. Hissori had picked out what he felt was a good outfit. Hissori had dressed himself with a fresh silk light blue button-down shirt and tan khaki dress pants. The shirt had the top two buttons revealed the smooth chest of the male. The tan khaki’s itself seemed to well-tailored to Hisori’s long slender legs, and he had a rather nice black belt around his slim waist. Over the top of all of this was a snow-white male fashioned kimono. This was accompanied by a rather large design of waves going from the waist up and around the man’s left shoulder before surrounding the kanji for the inuzuka clan in bright red. The Kimono was fastened together but another woven belt this time, however, the buckle was Hissori’s olden beaten and slashed Kirigakure shinobi emblem. Running a comb through the man’s wild greying strawberry blonde hair, Hissori would set out.

The bearded man would walk casually up from his old apartment in the middle-class area of sanugakure all the way down to the desert crown. Hissori wouldn’t find the eyes giving him quizzical giving the rough looking man in the expensive dress followed by a large wolfdog with dirty and dull white fur. Hissori even realized that a group of what he could gather was private shinobi were following him close by waiting to throw him out. Hissori didn’t care though.

Hissori first stop was to drop his companion off at an expensive groomer. Petting Buru one last time the Inuzuka would pay the yen needed to get Buru needed and go about his way. He’d go to pick up a new pair of golden wired frame bifocal lenses, and then head over towards the salon. He had schedule the appointment weeks ago, and the hairstylist knew that Hissori was very much overdue for this cut and styling. Hours later, the man would be tipping the twenty something girl thanking for saving the man’s hair.

Hissori had chopped off almost three fourths of the hair that had come down to the base of his neck. Instead, the fifty-year-old man had a very nice looking well-groomed low fade haircut. Slightly spiked and pushed to off to the left side of his forehead. The stylish had also wasted no expense at shaving off the ratty looking beard that Hissori had grown out over the past months. Now, the smooth and weather face was easily visible to the world. The biggest change was that the hair that Hissori had was no longer a mixture of strawberry blonde and grey foliciles, instead the salon had dyed the man’s hair giving the man a rather brick red hair color, the mixture of the strawberry blonde hair and also the grey that came with Hissori’s advanced age. Hissori would give a bit of a sigh as he stepped out a rather fancy looking salon. “Thank you miss!” the old shinobi said as he smiled before looking and spotting the large now professionally groomed Buru returned to the snow-white pelt Hissori had been accustomed to seeing.

“Oh Buru don’t you look good and what is that around your neck?” Hissori said with a chuckle as he rubbed the big dog behind the ears causing the big dog to close his icy blue eyes happily. Around Buru’s neck was a black bowtie with many brightly red, green, blue, and yellow poka-dots. Giving off another happy sigh, the adult would slide one hand into the kimono pulling out an antique ivory cut opium pipe packed with tobacco and light it before putting the long neck of the pipe to his lips and took a long draw.

“Come on Buru, we have an appointment in two hours with the realtor. Let’s go find some place to eat.” The man said as he took moment to reflect on all the changes he had made, looking out over the busy aristocrats shopping and moving about on the underground streets of the Crystal District.
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Re: Glorious [Open to All]

Fri May 11, 2018 2:53 pm

OC: The usual, I wont do anything without consent to your character. This is being used as an event-style NPC at the moment.

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Someone was peacocking.

The hot desert community of Sunagakure was muted by the subterranean aspect this portion of the village boasted. It was true that many of the residents down here in the Crystal District wished to rise above the dirt and stone, it was natural for humankind to desire a view of the boundless heavens. Humans were indeed an adaptable race, it was what allowed them to grow so numerous and to infest the heavens and the bowels, the fields and the tundras. But still, humanity had a narrow range of comfort and want, a temperate climate, sunny days, grassy hills, a shady tree and perhaps a nearby river or sea. The desert lacked almost all of these things but humanity's stubbornness seemed to outweigh their comfort. The wealthiest among mankind, as defined as the possession of the greatest amount of embossed ore, often demanded the greatest of human comfort. It was for this reason that it was amazing that the Crystal District still existed, in fact it thrived. Perhaps some preferred the manufactured environment that was found underground. Perhaps it was fear of the storm even all these years later. Perhaps it was simply habit, this was where they carved out a life and this was where they would stay. It was hard to understand human attachment, despite their brief existence they were at times foolishly sentimental.

Shiori was here of course in brazen defiance of fate. She had proven herself a perpetual thorn in Sunagakure's side by the pure virtue of existing. She had earned their ire yet fortune was ever on her side. It was likely that they would slay her again, but she always came back and when she did this hellish cycle would continue. She was a displaced being, something that had lived for too long. Who would have thought that an immortal could live too long? She was among the last, humanity had won the war centuries ago and her kind were hunted to the brink of extinction. She did not even know that they could die, not truly in any case. She hated humanity for what she saw as a trespass.

What was she doing here in the Crystal District?

Having lunch.

Often she preferred to dine in the stretch of land between Sunagakre and Soons Haven, the mostly empty yet worn trade trail that is frequented by merchants and travelers alike. The meals there were sadly gamey, many lacked flavor. A life lived can be bland. A life unlived can be bereft of potential. Meaning their consumption, a waste much like their existence. Still, there were easy meals to be had even here in this nest of hornets.

That one there -- the middle aged peacock that was recently bathed. He would be approached by a woman out of Hissori's league, tall more curvy than thin with a form-fitting dress and a confident smile. This form was no mistake, there were certain things in a woman that appealed to men. She had a pair of those assets and the stereotypes would go from there -- the thick blonde tresses and the blue eyes. She was already quite tall for a woman standing at six feet, but the stiletto heels she wore added another almost four. She would look Hissori up and down, making no effort to hide her appraisal as she approached him. Her hand would attempt to clap on his shoulder, her long manicured fingers curling slightly over the edge of his shoulder. Successful of not she would lean forward and attempt to whisper in his ear, "Darling, you must come and meet me for lunch." She would have an almost spicy scent that would be hard to place, it was certainly not a 'bad' scent but it would be a scent that the Inuzuka had likely not noticed before. It was an oil, a perfume of some sort but not one of the perfumes that was sold here by the vendors or worn by the women of this community. That would be because human women do not smell this way, they do not choose this scent. It was an oil that could be found in some of the temples in Sunagakure, there are some that had deified Ancients such as Suna. This oil came from one such house, it was at one time her favorite. In fact it still was.

"You are quite beautiful, I am certain that you know that," she would continue, her hand if it was on his shoulder now moving towards the side of his cleanly shaven face. "Come..."
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Re: Glorious [Open to All]

Wed Jun 06, 2018 4:02 am

Coming out of the salon, the former Tsuchikage finally looked like he belonged in the Crystal District. With a more of a feudal, island style than most of the people on the artificial street. He would give smiles to both men and women as they walked by. Hissori had to admit while physically he looked like he belonged, mentally he was lost. which way to go, which way to go… Hissori would think as his deep emerald eyes perused the nearby street vendors. As the man scanned the streets, he noticed a blonde woman coming towards him. Adjusting his kimono, the adult would look at the women.

“Why hello there.” Hissori would say in a polite way, though the island accent was still strong for a man who at this point had lived nearly twenty years outside of Kirigakure. Glancing at the women again, the adult would check her out. He had lived here nearly five years at this point, and this seemed out of character for the village he knew. Some random cute lady walking up to Hissori, even with his knew look this seemed like a bit of a trap.

Taking a pull from the opium pipe, the former Tsuchikage blew tobacco smoke up into the air and towards the ceiling. She seemed to be checking him out as well, trying to size him up. Ii knew that she had to know who the man and his dog companion was by how she came up to him. Adjusting his new haircut, and plugging the top of the opium pipe to kill the embers and stow the pipe in his kimono the islander spoke.

“Isn’t that brazen?” Hissori said laying on the rather thick island accent. “I don’t know even know your name, but you are asking me out for dinner.” Hissori said keying in on the rather bold nature of the female. It also didn’t help that women was laying on the flirtation on quick for the man who had not bedded a women in some time. Glancing down at Buru, communicating with the dog silently he would fall in toe behind her.

Moving up and slinging his arm around the women, the smell of a rather fancy cologne would waft around him. “What is then your name sweetheart?” He said keeping the accent up deciding to play this game that she wanted to play for now. “Do you have any places you like around here? I just came in from a trip on the sea, never been up here before.” He said grinning. “I will pay for it all of course.” The former mist villager said letting Buru walk on the other side of the women.


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Re: Glorious [Open to All]

Fri Jun 15, 2018 2:32 am

OC: Describe to me this 'accent' because I am getting this Jamaican accent stuck in my head and this thread is hilarious because of it.

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Her manicured hand had reached his shoulder. She was absolutely thrumming on the inside, but her excitement was not betrayed in her grip. It was how she tested them, at least how she did since the incident. It had been years since that encounter that nearly drained her of life. She had no idea what he was, only that he was dangerous and that she could not allow that to happen again.

“Isn’t that brazen?”

He commented and she smiled. Indeed it was, but fortune has always favored the bold. It was how she found reliable, nutritious meals.

. “I don’t know even know your name, but you are asking me out for dinner.”

"I suppose the answer is 'no' then," she replied with a hint of sarcasm. Of course the answer was going to be 'yes.' She was used to getting whatever she wanted and at the moment it was him. Even when someone's sixth sense went off, they had two choices - listen to that little voice in the back of their head that says 'bitch be crazy' or... ignore that voice and make the same mistake they had made every time before that resulted in yet another ex. Those mistakes did not prove to be as fatal as the ones men made with her, many expecting a 'stalker' or an obsessive date and willing to take that risk hoping that the sex was good enough to make it worth the while. He was going to be sorely disappointed in both regards in her case.

She would lead the way, she already had a plan of course. The city was her hunting ground, she had moved above stealing away men and women that nobody would ever risk. The winos and degenerates had a taste to them, their souls bland, their potential tasted like salted earth. The rich were not quickly missed either she had learned, and to an extent much more hygienic even if there were some eccentricities she would have to deal with on occasion. Living in such a fine place they had lied to themselves enough that they believed that they were secure. They would disappear one day, destination unknown but with no sign of break-in or violence there was little to suspect. An overdose? An impromptu get-away? There was always an excuse and people liked to perpetuate the lie that they were safe so they were wiling to believe it.

He would sling his arm over her shoulder. With the raise of his arm she would take in his scent. It was as if he had found a satchel of herbs or tree bark and a pile of leather and rubbed himself all over. The scent was overpowering even for her non-Inuzuka nose. Why did humans douse themselves in smells. She took in shallow breaths to prevent feeling woozy. It really did not help.

“What is then your name sweetheart?

"Suna," she replied as she tried her best to hold back a cough and nearly failed. Did he rub a pinetree in his armpits? "But sweetheart works just fine," she somehow managed to choke out. She would turn her head to the side slightly away and attempt to take in a deeper breath.

“Do you have any places you like around here? I just came in from a trip on the sea, never been up here before.”

The former Tsuchikage lied. She would not know this or particularly care, her only concern would have been the fact that he was purposefully misleading her in regards to his unfamiliarity. Her hand would worm its way behind him as if she was trying to get closer to him, which she was but she was more curious if he had anything dangerous or useful on his person. So her hand might have brushed 'innocently' past his backside before resting on his far hip. If she noticed anything, she would have to consider measures to separate her intended victim from whatever means of defense or assistance he might have. "I have an idea," she claimed as she led him down an alleyway.

“I will pay for it all of course.”

"How generous," she replied as she made another turn down another alley. There might have been a few alarms going off in the former Kage's head -- where was she taking him? Was she being paid to do this? What restaurants were down this way. They were not headed towards the 'bad side of town' but they were headed for a more residential area it would seem. "Let me take you to one of my favorites," she claimed as they made their way into a more trafficked street. The buildings were rather far apart and despite being underground and in a rather arid region, these household had manicured lawns and fountains. The structures themselves needless and huge, the residents truly went out of their way to emulate the surface of a more temperate region here. There were a few shops, nothing outstanding. She was attracted to a little restaurant -- The Marionette. The irony of the fact that there were some creatures she had encountered recently that would be enamored by this place. They were, in a way inspiration for this trap.

The Marionette was a small cafe with a large picture window and a great green and red striped awning. The building seemed a bit old, out of place in such a wealthy region but in relatively good repair. Perhaps it was the 'charm' of such a place that kept this establishment afloat. Inside music would be playing, it was some sort of jaunty tune played on string instruments that Shiori did not recognize or particularly care for. It was just there for atmosphere one could say. Behind a wooden pedestal stood a middle aged man with an ashen complexion and sunken features. His hair was dark with salt and pepper walls. He appeared to be sorting through a stack of menus, two of which Shiori would pluck from the top of his stack without a word. "The wine here is to die for," she insisted as she ushered Hissori to a table, well a booth in the back. The tables seemed fairly simple, pedestal tables with simple round surfaces and cream colored linens. The flowers were dried arrangements in the center of the table and places were set at each table, most of them already filled. There were about a dozen others here, all of them quietly spooning soup from their bowls or bringing a glass of wine to their lips. Everyone was dressed rather traditionally, the men and women both. It felt as if they had went back in time several decades.

She would drop the menus she had collected onto the table and attempt to pull Hissori into the booth. "Sit-sit!" She would insist, the loudest voice in the establishment by far despite the fact that it was not much more than a loud whisper. "Have a glass," she was referring to the pair of empty glasses on the table and the bottle of corked wine. "I absolutely love the stuff."

OC: If you are a nerdy enough of a person you will know exactly what i am up to. If not... well... I will enjoy it then. =D
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