Late night meal and a friendly meeting [open]

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The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the area. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the local restaurant. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the forest.

A snow white beast with black stripes and large fangs great cat walks the grounds. However, the shop keeper shows no fear. Perhaps he’s used to seeing the large cat at this stage. There he sticks close to it owner whose sitting at the brown picnic table with a glass filled with crimson blood color liquid with a hot steamy lump of meat. The man appearance looks like something from a fantasy world, long blond hair, pale white skin, emerald color eyes and a body suit outfit that sticks out like a sore thumb. Some of the locals are surrounding him of both genders. They seem to be pestering and trying to be helpful of someway. The young man doesn’t appear to be annoyed, it's as if it just another day.

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Pheromone, Soothing
Rank: "B"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: User develops the ability to secrete a pheromone that soothes and calms all those around them, easing tensions and making it easier to negotiate peace.
Special: To perform: 3 hours; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Takes up 2 Augmentation Points. User can emit a pheromone that automatically shifts the attitude of all characters within 10-meter of them 1 step toward Helpful. If this causes a character’s attitude toward the user to become Friendly or Helpful, they gain a +20 Ritual bonus to all Acting checks against that character. Once activated, this ability lasts for a number of rounds equal to 1d6 + 1 per class level; user cannot choose to deactivate it prematurely. User may use this ability once per day.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 23,000 Ryo Performing Price: 17,000 Ryo

[Nekomata Minh]

She loomed over the village with a soft felt sigh. On nights like these, where most of the village is still she always felt conflicted. Conflicted because being of the shadows like to creep around, but at the same time this was ideal for relaxation. Being who she is make certain everyday things stressful. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Her black cat ears remained tucked into her hair for now instead of being obvious. Her black slightly bushy cat tail wrapped around her waist before she dropped off from her perch and, hopped down to the city floor below. Nobody was around to bother her unless they insisted on hiding in the shadows somewhere. But that wouldn't be ideal when the shadows are her company when she is allow.

Cause what these everyday citizens forgot but are slowly learning, is that The Stalker watches closely and, keeps an eye on the balance within the city. Most don't know who she is. They only know she may...or may not be a thing which of course is how she likes it. Being a myth within this village is purpose enough. 

This mysterious being would, scan the current street with her watchful eyes. The wind was still, and she had been on watch for quite some time. Perhaps she should take a break... I could do her some good. She'd stretch out her body for a moment before letting her tail uncoil around her waist so it could swish freely. Her hood tucked away her face nicely coupled be the simple black cloth mask that was pulled up to her nose. The only thing visible being her literally illuminated magenta eyes and some of her forehead. 

She'd begin walking some ways down a few streets. There was a shop somewhere near here if she remembers correctly from her childhood. As a young woman she needed to make certain decisions in her life that changed things around. Ever since Godric left and the new kage walked in she had taken some new ideas into account. Her own plans that nobody needs to be aware of. After some minutes of short travel she'd near the shop she looked for after finding her old alleyway route.

On the other side of the street would be the shop and an old dusty sign. On the street itself was a bench whom currently has someone occupying it. A little late to be wondering around but, she is in no room to talk. However. She never remembers seeing this person before. She remembers a few blondes in the past but, this one is not within that list. Of course she never got a real good look. However she kept her radar low as she'd gracefully walk past the bench not minding the person one bit as she entered the shop. 

"The usual please." She'd ask politely but, in a strong and clear voice. The clerk smiled at this young woman as he recognized her well being. He was not sure who it was that wanted to keep an identity so soundless but, he did not mind. He simple nodded as he took her cash then went into the back to make her order. From there she stood in wait but, at the same time wondered about that person. Who were they? And what were they here for?
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Unfamiliar faces yet friendly faces surround him from almost every angle. Even if it was daylight, with the amount they’re crowding him, it still be darkness for him. However, despite this he’s used to this reaction from other people. When Alma was imprisoned in the palace, this crowding and idolizing was every ordeal for him.

He would be position in a chair as the common folk come and worship him as a god. They come to offer him gifts and praise him. However, this situation was more morbid. For one, he was born as a common person. This whole worship and praising was more or less him telling him to die so they can live happier lives for this messed up legend.

The young chosen one continue to eat his food as people continue to hound him to be helpful. Some offer him money for some sort of random reason, more food, their items and so forth. Alma is sick of it all but he just smile and continue to decline their offer. Slowly the crowd begins to dimish and starts leaving him in peace.

His ears flicker as someone arrives to the location. Due to the crowd, he’s under to see them. His eyes change color briefly to see the woman. Her blood is different from the others around him and her chakra level in par with his own in base strength level. Recently, someone around the same level tried to kill, but he decided to try speaking to her, anyway.


Not everyone is trying to kill me because they’re confused, Alma thinks to himself as he approach the strange woman but stops. I don’t have enough social skills yet to think of something on the fly to approach someone randomly. So, he kinda stands there, not sure what to do. After all, most people approaches him a

[Nekomata Minh]

    As she waited the atmosphere around her began to shift. People were beginning to clump up outside which put her off a bit. Her hands tightened around the edge of the cashiers stand before she would, pull her hood down a bit more to conceal her face better.  She came down a for a little break from her nightly activities and, personal duties not to have to push through a crowd of people bumbling o about who knows what outside. Her brows tensed a bit in annoyance as she rolled her eyes impatiently. Its not that bad. Only a bit of minor commotion. 

    The mysterious woman took her time to stretch out a bit letting her bones and muscle adjusted which in turn made her feel better all over. She was calm now. The prior quips about civilian involvement no long bothered her. Her tail gracefully swished around from left to right as her mind slipped into a flatline of no worries and being a normal person. 

The crowd has actually beginning to dissipate as time ensued. The same clerk from before smiled as he brought the woman her pastries in a medium sized brown paper bag. The bag smelled absolutely divine for the most part making her lips curl into a happy grin behind the back mask. Oh how she loves the effort this shop puts into their work. Well; at least that is her impression. 

    Now on to different matters... The woman by all means was distracted in the smell of the pastries in the bag. Yet her ears do not let things get away easy when they are able to. The catlike woman's cat ears adjusted themselves as they picked up footstep coming behind her. This movement enabled for them to actually be noticed for the most part. Yet it alerted her to someone's presence.


Most likely a customer waiting to be able to order before the shop closed right? Well, once the woman turned around to face said person in an act to only leave the shop her illuminated magenta eyes immediately caught this man's gaze upon her. Her tail laid still as she was frozen in movement for a moment before leveling herself out to a normal standing posture keeping her beloved bag of deserts close to her with both hands holding it tucked under her DD breasts warming her tummy. 

    She remained defensive as she eyed this man's features for a quick moment. Her brow raised in suspicious. It was obvious he wanted her attention but why? It was odd. She didn't want this to sit in silence and, instead of ignoring it and leaving instead she'd speak up; asking directly. Her voice wasn't harsh but clear and, slightly commanding. "Pardon me sir, but ma I ask what you're staring at me for?" 

Her own feline-feminine charm was present naturally but, she wasn't trying to be flirty, seductive, or any of those actions whom she doesn't understand anyway. No instead she was asking a question and expected a logical answer seeing that the person she was curious about had brought themselves to her. So now that she thought about it... This was an opportunity, with the maximum of gaining information. Or else she might as well drop it now. Only time could tell, unless she were to break it.

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The young girl turns her attention to the young chosen one who is standing there and feeling awkward. Maybe on first glance, he might appear he’s a guy who’s trying to approach a young woman and seduce her. However, he has no experience in such field. If someone came onto him in such a way, he would be oblivious. He has people coming to him to everyday and gives him compliments and tries to praise him, so he it takes such advances the same way.



The young blond hair man is in a pickle. He stands there in silence and scratches his head trying to rack of something. Nearby is Byakko as he watches from afar. He turn his head up into the sky, just gazing at the midnight blue canvass above stole every thought from his mind, the usual carousel of worries simply forgotten. There was the heavenly stars above and a crescent moon to smile down. At last, Alma spoke “I’m not sure honestly. I’ve approached no one before. So excuse me for being off.” Alma words are pure and straight forward. However, it doesn’t change the fact he’s socially awkward when he has to approach someone. A card slips out of his pocket onto the floor. A while ago, he received a card, something about the stalker.


ooc: shit post x.x

[Nekomata Minh]

The air fresh in reality but, being locked into a stalemate like this made it feel thin and unpleasant. Of course she could have opted out of it and, walked right past but she rather not do that. No point. So she watched him as her mind pushed aside the need to eat these pastries. By the looks of it he didn't know why he came here and, brought this situation to account. Odd but, forgivable. When he spoke she listened intently not wanting to gave a wrong impression as of now. 

Her ears would twitch to the sound of an object falling through the wind until it made contact with the ground. Her attention would shift with full curiosity as she eyed the object. A letter?..No. Her letter. Well that makes this far the more interesting. Her mind had a bunch of ideas already playing out for how to take this moment. She decided on playing it under the radar still. Enough to buy her some time. "Oh, you dropped something." She'd say while kneeling down to pick it up. Inspecting for only two seconds to make sure it really was hers. Then she would, hand it to him. "Don't want to lose that." She add afterwards. 

After that the woman would bounce on her heels for a moment before changing her mystic motives for only this once. She needed to keep this going. "So I am guessing you are new here? I haven't exactly seen you around for the time I have lived here so it is worth a question I'd say." She asked as she walked around him but, waited enough to get it across she wanted him to follow her to a booth inside the shop. This should spark enough of a start to a conversation. Gather some information before she makes her next move. Nothing ill-intended. Simple social research.

Its how The Stalker likes to play her game. If he followed she'd take him to a booth on the left side of the shop next to the entry way. She'd take the seat facing the counter, placing her bag of pastries in her lap. Hoping to be able to eat possibly when she saw fit. Who knows.

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The young woman taken notice of the small letter he had dropped and gives it back to him. The blond hair man found this to be usual. This small little detail how she goes to grab and giving back to him stand out. Instead of just giving it back to him, she takes a few seconds to become familiar with it. Those few seconds to inspect it and hand it back to him already made him wonder about but the biggest thing was her verbal cue she included, “Don’t want to lose that”.

Why doesn’t he want to lose it? For him, it was simply a note he found and kept it with him in case it hold more meaning than he had thought or meant to someone else. This jump to his next question, what about this letter that got her attention without exposing all of it details to add in “don’t want to lose it?” What does it mean to her if he loses or not? There are so many questions he wants to ask; normally he’s so direct about it. However, if she’s related to the letter, this chance of meeting is more interesting than he had thought.

The girl movement had changed as she seems to be much more invested in this conversation than previously. From being interested and seem to only grab a meal to begin throwing questions at him. Alma wonders if she herself is aware how obvious she’s being. “Yes, this is my first time in the land of Earth. I wanted to see how much of is different than say the land of fire. So, what about you? What brings you here?” For now, he’s a bit interested with her and plans to test her in a bit. Gather some small amount of information and then throw the test. The test will say everything needs to know about this entire situation.

[Nekomata Minh]

Now that they were seated this could kick off. Junko focused on this man intently keeping his words to memory. First time huh? The old her wouldn't mind touring him around but, then again the old her would be too busy. Besides. She knows better. Tour a stranger around and, next thing you know the place is under attack. 

Well at least those are the fears. Either way she rather not have to fight a battle between villages so she will add some caution here and there. But honestly she couldn't really care that much yet. She'd get comfortable in her seat a moment before speaking. Yeah kept eye contact. 

"I like the pastries here. Every now and then I will stop buy, get a bag and, leave. Quality place overall." That would be her general answer. He didn't specify if he wanted to know why she was in Iwagakure itself. And even if its not an equal trade-off she didn't lie. Besides she was getting restless let alone eating cold pastries is a burden. She rather get a good bite while they are still very much warm. 

Debating on if she should reveal more of her identity was questionable though. So instead she took a minor risk and, opened the bag releasing more of the heat to the air around her, followed by the sweet scents. She'd gently retrieve a doughnut hole from the bag and, would casually look over to the door as a pair of night dwellers walked by.

Realizing the chance she'd let her other hand sit the bag on her lap before, using it to lower her mask a bit so she could eat the doughnut hole. She'd wipe her lips of any remains before placing the cloth mask where it was. 

In truth she didn't care if he realize what she was doing or, saw more of her identity. But she had to play the part and get used to these actions if she wanted to be for real later on. The hood of the cloak should have helped with the concealment but, if it didn't in time then who cares. She won't make a fuse.

So with her minor taste of the treats to be eaten later she'd look back at Alma her eyes not as hardened as before. If he didn't ask anything by then she'd speak up. "I hope you find what you are looking for here. I mean in a sense its nice to wish luck isn't it. If you need an inn I can help you find the best one that suits your needs. I been here a while so it shouldn't be a problem." 

Her cat ears, twitching cutely as she had a playful smile hidden behind that mask. Her magenta eyes twinkled though so maybe that will be enough to show it. Still it was a start.

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The young woman keeps eye contact with the young man. Alma not sure what she’s thinking as she takes several moments for herself before replying. As she finally responds, he looks in her words for any hidden meaning or hint of something. She only speaks of the quality of the food. The only information he can gather from that is she enjoys it. The young blond hair man simply listens to her and smiles. While he may be attempting to gather information because of the whole letter, it doesn’t mean he can’t simply enjoy the conversation.

“Is that so? Seem that you’ve been in this area for a long time. Did you grow up around here?” The chosen one doesn’t actually care if she’s from a hidden village or not. He’s not affiliated with any organization, although she doesn’t know this. So for him to watch her to try and keep her face hidden was puzzling for him. He titles his head while crossing his arms over his chest in trying to figure this out. Could it be related to that letter, he wonders. However, I have never seen the person who gave it to me and I don’t know a lot of people.

This is quite perplexing for him indeed. The smell of sweet yeasty dough, sugar, melted butter, coffee, crusty bread, and toasted bread fill the small little establishment. The sound of muttering voices with dough mixing in an industrial mixer can be heard from the background. The sound of the cash register opens and closes as he turns his head for a moment to find out what going on and back to the strange girl next to him.

The weird girl offers him to show him a good inn. “I want to see see more around here and see more diverse building designs that they may have. I like to take you up on that offer.” Alma often takes up people offer graciously. Additionally, she might slip up and reveal more information on herself with that letter.

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The young chosen one releases loud yawn. This subject on who she is going to have to wait another time, if I come across her again, Alma thinks to himself. He’s been away for a while much longer than planned in being in the land of stone. The idea of exploring these lands will also come another time. “Actually miss, another time. I have to go.” He whistlers for Byakko, the large white saber-tooth tigher, who been patiently waiting for his master. Alma says his good bye and head out.
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