Searches for the Rasengan (Public Thread)
Mar 12, 2008 20:37:09 GMT -7
Post by adero on Mar 12, 2008 20:37:09 GMT -7
.:Note: Before entering this thread read the following. This thread is made solely for Tayuka to search for the Rasengan and its masters. Throughout this thread, it will be death enabled and everyone is welcome to enter. Note, that those who choose to tag along with him MAY NOT learn the rasengan if he manages to find the master. They must do that in their own thing. If you have any questions on what was just said, PM me. :.
Description:The Town
The town seems to be a small humbling area. Although located in the Otafuku Gai region, unlike cities nearby, it seems to have refrained from the luxuries and pleasures the region is known for. Lacking gambling and women, one my wonder why on earth would this be known as the "Pleasure" region.
Upon entering the village, the most prominent feature stands a bright red bridge spanning across a river. The waters of the river seen to be of a jade mystical color, often mistaken for sickly or pale. Locals believe this river to be luck, and small children can often be seen bathing in the river. The bridge itself is made of solid wood of an unknown type and seems to be well kept and cleaned. Clearly the villages love the bridge and hold value to its existance.
On either side of the bridge, two brick pave roads lead in different directions. One east, the other west. To the west side of the bridge lies several private homes, each side by side without room or gaps, as if land is lacking and poverty has taken hold. Small children run about naked, scream as they play with stray dogs and cats on the brick road. Windows seem often shattered as doors creak slowly off their hinges, desperately begging for oil. An old man can be seen seated outside of the 3rd house on the west side, his face seems aged with time, his body thin and slender as if lacking nutriton. Houses seem run down and often look quite filthy. Nothing else seems to be found on the west side. The east side however is quite another story.
As one looks down the brick path they can easily identify several shops and plaza's along the road. Young couples hustle about with a more brisk pace as they cheerfully shop about, peering into restaurants and other bars. Gentle and soft music plays in the background, livening the area and causing all the more delight, it seems to resemble jazz. Scattered about, pristine large houses may be seen running atop the shops, as if rented out to the rich for a constant luxurious surrounding and atmosphere. Had one not know any better, a stranger may think that the bridge is the line of poverty and wealth, of success and utter failure.
Description:The Town
The town seems to be a small humbling area. Although located in the Otafuku Gai region, unlike cities nearby, it seems to have refrained from the luxuries and pleasures the region is known for. Lacking gambling and women, one my wonder why on earth would this be known as the "Pleasure" region.
Upon entering the village, the most prominent feature stands a bright red bridge spanning across a river. The waters of the river seen to be of a jade mystical color, often mistaken for sickly or pale. Locals believe this river to be luck, and small children can often be seen bathing in the river. The bridge itself is made of solid wood of an unknown type and seems to be well kept and cleaned. Clearly the villages love the bridge and hold value to its existance.
On either side of the bridge, two brick pave roads lead in different directions. One east, the other west. To the west side of the bridge lies several private homes, each side by side without room or gaps, as if land is lacking and poverty has taken hold. Small children run about naked, scream as they play with stray dogs and cats on the brick road. Windows seem often shattered as doors creak slowly off their hinges, desperately begging for oil. An old man can be seen seated outside of the 3rd house on the west side, his face seems aged with time, his body thin and slender as if lacking nutriton. Houses seem run down and often look quite filthy. Nothing else seems to be found on the west side. The east side however is quite another story.
As one looks down the brick path they can easily identify several shops and plaza's along the road. Young couples hustle about with a more brisk pace as they cheerfully shop about, peering into restaurants and other bars. Gentle and soft music plays in the background, livening the area and causing all the more delight, it seems to resemble jazz. Scattered about, pristine large houses may be seen running atop the shops, as if rented out to the rich for a constant luxurious surrounding and atmosphere. Had one not know any better, a stranger may think that the bridge is the line of poverty and wealth, of success and utter failure.