Cockeye's Farm [Event]

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Kazan walked alone, choosing to take on his troubles by himself rather than stickig with the group. He had discovered a beaten path leading away from the village, seeing how he didn't want to end up in the middle of nowhere, he followed. On either side of him the grass grew tall, unkept by it's owner. The genin walk on the far left of the path, letting his fingered wave across the tips of the plants. He was glad he had left the town, it was much more peaceful out here, much more quiet. Walking around a corner, something would catch the boys eye. A small farmhouse, secluded in it's loneliness, sat waiting for a visitor. "Kazan, you have a job to do. Dont get sidetracked." but there was something special about this place, something eiry that grabbed at his curiosity.

Upon reaching twenty meters from the lonely shack, Kazan would veer off the path. Slowly he waded through the grass, letting the grass conform to his feet before taking his step. No sound escaped his movement, as far as the worms could tell, he was invisible. He stopped ten meters from the entrance, or atleast what he believed to be the entrance for all defining markers had been swallowed by the growing grass, and he too in the scene. It was obvious that this place had already been attacked before. The remains of a building sat in a sorry heap, a barn maybe? And barbed wire sat mangled and twisted throughout the landscape. But somehow and someway, this shack had remained intact. Perhaps there was something warding off the creatures.

A small breeze blew, making his jacket sway and his sword bounce on his back. The windmill behind the house turned slowly, half of it shattered, but somehow it survived. Kazan felt his butt bag, Five frag grenades, ten exploding tags, ten bells and one hundred and thirty five shurikan sat snug. He was fully armed and ready to go. He began his approach, taking each step as if he was walking on glass. Approaching the nearest door, he would collect himself. He pulled on his jacket and slowley turned the knob.

As the door swung open, many things would greet Kazans arrival. A strong aroma of fire and sweat filled his nostrils, a lovely combination. His eyes would be met with the sight of a stranger, sitting alone. One hand held a weapon, and one his drink. The boys stomach would growl, he hadn't eaten in hours. He sat there, one eye on the fire, the other staring into nothingness. The genin almost winced at the sight of the man, bot because he was ugly, but because he seemed like he was ready to kill at any moment.

Closing the door behind him, Kazan would not speak. He would slide the scarf away from his face, showing that he ment no harm to the man. He waited, not sure whether to approach the man.

Kazan would remain in place, it appeared thathe frightened the man. His hands would slowly rise and come to rest on his head. The was no point I'm trying to argue eith the man for his lack of hospitality. Well hello sir. his arm shifted slightly at the instinct to shake the mans hand, he stopped himself before his fingers shifted from place. My name is Kazan of the stone. He puffed out his chest. and I, Kazan of the stone, am here to save you. S-a-v-e you He spoke "save" slowly, trying to implie that he ment the man no harm. And I have had a shitty day

If the man would allow it, his arms would resume to their resting position at his side. He would admire the room, acquiring every detail. Perhaps their was something useful to be found. His sight would come to rest on the mans cripple eye. Oh how it's focus was lost on nothingness, Kazan was slightly tempted to touch it. Would you happen to know anything about the... Slight infestation your town has here?