Mizukage/Genin Festival |Dinner&Ent

[Kamiko "Tsukihime" Akumu]

The day was indeed winding down, while everyone was still within the village generally having a good time, the festival planners were hard at work on the next portion of the evening. It would be located at a prestiogus restaurant in the capital, specficially a large dinning hall for Kirigakure's shinobi as well as residents of the capital alike. Within the dinning hall there would be dinner, dancing, and a performance on stage; that of a murder mystery.

Of course all of this needed to be setup and so the gang of planners were running around the dinning hall, making sure that everything was perfect. Should those in the area wish to give the group a hand (heavens know they could use it), the doors were open to them.

[--Arata]

.Enter

The game of missing ninja was played well within the grand warrior's mind, thinking of ways to overcome for his nukenin status. Taking his steps forth within the capital he would begin to look about the place for a way to find a home within a new place. There he would turn around and think of ways to not look so suspicious as he would calmly wipe the sweat from his brow. Ambling through the busy streets trying to blend it, which wouldn't be that hard for such a warrior known as Shin Uchiha.

"Hmm...it seems that we've made it to our destination. Let me mark this upon my map," mused the Uchiha as he was quite interested in the one that was before him. Making his track a bit ahead he would turn around and await his newly acquainted ally. This was the place they were looking for and indeed it was packed with a luxurious event going on in the midst of all their times.

Gazing about and taking in all his obsidian orbs could handle he would begin to ponder what to do. There was something Shin had on his mind, but the Phantom wasn't going to randomly appear in the capital. Now it seems times would have changed, but perhaps a meeting with the Crimson eyed warrior was soon to occur. Though he wouldn't deter from his quest to become the strongest Uchiha regardless of having the sharingan or not.

[– red]

A mood fell upon the missing ninja, a mood of grim insight. Laughter and fun sickened the beast. An eager look to leave brought on his follicles. Aqua vessels leered at the dining hall. Help was needed, yet all of the mist shinobi seemed to be so into themselves that it was a little too much for them to handle. A slow walk emerged from rusted walking, gravel gripping through the soles of his leather strap on sandals. "I'm going to go help them. It seems that no one else in this village cares about what is needed for this event to continue," he said, with little aggravation under his tone. A short sigh would pitfall from his lips into the surrounding air, giving everyone around a sense of immorality. The slow stride was going by a little fast for comfort, but Baal was eager to help although his face UN-eager to appearance.

"Are you in need of assistance, sir?" he asked slowly, his voice deepening with boredom. "Why thank you for asking kind sir! We sure are in need of assistance as you can see it's a bit hectic around here. You are sadly the first person to ask, and thank you for that." "No problem, just tell me where to start and I'll do it as best as I can," the young prodigy replied. A point in direction of the waiter's finger would waver his eyes to the direction of the tables, they looked empty. Examining furthermore, Baal would see unprepared dinner tables which needed table cloths and dining utensils. A little pep in his step now as he entered through the bar area and began taking plates upon his shoulder and placing them onto the tables. His next step was to put down the table cloths in a firm stance.

"Heh, how did I know you were going to be here..." said a familiar voice from behind. Turning around, Baal would see a familiar face, and expression shockingly at an awkward place to meet such a young woman. Had he met her before? "Sorry, I don't believe I know of you mam, you have me confused.." he said, trying to get her to avoid him if she knew him from Ame no kuni. Slowly putting down the cherrywood colored taping around the tables as the cloth became dressed upon the dingy tables and the utensils became placed above it's smooth texture. Forks and knives wrapped in egyptian cloth were placed on the left and right of the dinner plates. Crystaline glasses sat in front of each plate and a fine rose sat within it's center, four chairs in total at each table.

"Oh i'm not mistaken. Your Baal right? I know you very well. We used to go to the same academy, what brings you here?" she replied. People turned around to see the conversation, and an utter silence broke out, hopefully someone else would come in and talk to him so he could break the confusion.

[Kamiko "Tsukihime" Akumu]

From the shadows did he appear, once more keeping his eye on the happenings of mist. Garbed in his black cloak and blue trimmed rice hat, piercing yellow eyes looked around the dinning hall before transitioning to a more common onyx. He was disappointed that none of the mist ninja had even considered to help the planners but it would seem that a young lad stepped up to the plate, even managing to socialize with a girl. This was how things should be and it pleased him. Confident strides were made as he moved to approach the young man.

"Pardon me for interrupting lad, are you a new graduate from the academy per chance?"

His voice, boomed in a merry pitch...twas hearty but filled with confidence. Certainly it was not the voice of a hostile man, nor a suspicious man, despite his attire.

[– red]

"Paranoia."

Eyes perked up and down as a disturbing voice from behind, sounding authoritative enough to send chills down the spine of a missing shinobi. 'Damn, where is Azrael...' he stressed. It could have been a trick question, positioning Baal to be arrested on the spot if he were to answer it wrong enough. Paranoia settled in as the old man crept a little closer. Blood line shut off as precaution, and turning around to see a smiling face put little confidence in his figure as he attempted to speak. Persistent nonetheless, the old man seemed to want answers because the sansutomu had never been approached before in such a manner.

"Yes, but not a graduate as you can see. My head band was not awarded to me because my skills have not reached that level yet, I guess another year won't hurt," he said. Sweat relieved his heated person, the lie was excruciating to the ears, as painful as it was to put himself down in a weaker manner. Trying to look weaker, he would dip his eyes a little and let his shoulders become stiff. A little more information was going to be gathered on his end also, paranoia was going to have to be challenged at this point, because he was as good as dead anyways.

"I must be getting onward to helping my associates with these tables and preparing the meals, the festival won't start itself you know. What did you say your name was again?" he replied, eyes glimmering and stabling into the golden vessels which seemed to see right through his disguise, no matter how perfect it had become. The face mask hid his persona, trapped in another personality since the day he became missing. A swift transition in his line of lies was going to have to be made, and a history would have to be made once more. This old man was surely a shady figure in Baal's eyes for no one could be trusted, and by the looks of him he didn't seem to be the Mizukage, so who had he been?

[Kamiko "Tsukihime" Akumu]

The Old Man let out a hearty laugh after listening to the lad speak up. Not passing the academy. Just looking at his physique and mannerisms alone, seemed to suggest otherwise. It caused a grin to emerge from his lips, reflecting his amusement from the situation. For now though he'd just have to take the young man's word for it, he was approaching adulthood, so he decided to give him a proposal. Surely it would make his day considering he did not pass the academy.

"Well then m'boy, you need not feel like a stranger around me. My name is Honda, Sarutobi. Just an old retiree, my ninja days have long since been put behind me. Now my only goal is to make sure the future generations of mist continue to strive and become better than the last."

Of course, this indeed wasn't the case at all but it would seem both the men were being rather cautious, as such he'd move to lean and whisper something so that only Baal could hear. "So then...m'body, how would you like to earn yourself a headband instead of being behind the pack? If you're interested let me know...I'll be around, I too feel the need to help out. I'll be at Table 17 to the right."

With that he'd stand up straight once more, tipping his hat to the teen as well as the girl whom approached him earlier. He had a feeling there was much more to him that meets the eye, he had a lot of work to do before the festival started himself and so he went about his way, moving towards another young lad who didn't seem to be 'ninja'.

"So then, how about you? Are you a graduate from the academy as well? If so you should give these people a hand whilst dawning your forehead protector with pride." He raised his hat a little, allowing friendly hazel orbs to look at the teen's onyx ones.

[--Arata]

The Uchiha would watch as all the surroundings would begin to bustle a bit, as his newly acquainted missing shinobi had begun helping out with setting up tables. A clever idea to blend in as a shinobi from Mist as a possible academy student. He listened to the others as he would begin to get pestered with questions from a small girl. Shin allowed a small grimace of amusement creep upon his face as the paranoia that would consume the one in front of him was hilarious. Though the Uchiha was only known by a few within the lands of Mizu no Kuni.

Listening closely as the man would approach the runaway shinobi who would say he had graduated. That would give him enough time to come up with his answer, but wasn't it obvious. The only thing that he lacked that would set the mode obviously for his travelings from Iwagakure would be the fact that he was useless or at least they would think a Uchiha without his eyes would be nothing. Still he had been within Mist for quite sometime, but the Uchiha's will and resolve would forever live on. Wisely answering the questions would be of ease, but the fact that the man was well done with his conversations with the newest entity in his view.

A record had been made of his next target. Shin was standing amidst the crowd looking on at all the events that unfolded in front of his obsidian orbs. There his raven hair would slowly be caressed by the winds violent acts these days. Perhaps the Uchiha would be a bit more composed and very straight forward with his answers. He wouldn't beat around no bushes, his main goal was to continue to improve no matter the cost. As the man finally closed their distance and locked eyes with one that he would regret locking with would come to find out the true purpose of this raven haired, onyx orbs adjourning boy known as Shin Uchiha the harbinger of darkness.

"Sadly I've have not received my headband. For I have recently helped build that rather large tower known as Uchiha Temple. My allegiance was obvious from the day I started helping out the one you all may know as Kouketsu," cooed the Uchiha with a cold and ill intent, but there were no signs of anything going down. The Uchiha's words were proud and obviously would strike anyone who were against his reasons for being here, but the Uchiha was determined to help with the Uchiha rebirth. Nothing would stop him and his clan's rebirth, he would stake his life on it,"My allegiance goes to Kouketsu and the Uchiha Rebirth."

[– red]

- - Relief

A feeling of relief sat with the overzealous shinobi. The old man went and sat at a table on the right, a slip card with the number 17 placed upon it in red ink. ’I could get a headband already? That would be really great!’ he thought to himself as he walked over to the table. Shifting his eyes towards his friend, giving him a heads up as to things would be running smoothly with a nod of his head. Slowly Baal walked over to the table and sat down, and began fidgeting with his clothes, scratching the fabric a little trying to hit the surface as to what to say. Mysteriously his conscious would ask for him.

”So what did you have in mind sir? Why would you want to give me a head band for free and without me passing the school? Give me some type of understanding if you don’t mind..” he said with a bold look upon his eye.

Elbows stood upon the cherry wood as his hands gave support to his chin. Baal’s ears were completely open. Although transitioning in importance, he wanted his real discussion to be with the Mizukage. He knew that if this person could give him a head band, he had to be thoroughly important, possibly on a council of some sort. No person could just give someone a head band unless they were of utter importance to the village, possibly a higher power. And with even further examination, one could not get a headband unless approved by officials, who were therefore conducted by the Mizukage herself, so this man had to be in direct contact with her.

[Kamiko "Tsukihime" Akumu]

Be careful whom you state you allegieance to, for it could get you into trouble. Wise words straight from a wise sage of Mizu no Kuni. Carefully the cheerful man's disposition seemed to change. He tipped his head as if he were ready to leave out immediately, his rice hat masking most of his visible features, leaving his lips to reveal his expressions. In this scenario, he kept a relatively straight face,lips pursing to frown only momentarily as he listened to the young man's reply. It was...enthusiastic, passionate, and honour bound. Respect for the family was indeed a good trait but not the quality he was hoping to see at this moment and certainly not for that clan.

"I see, so you've come from afar to assist in your family's work. Judging from your answer you most likely only care for Uchiha and not Kirigakure as a whole. Since you lack a forehead protector that is fine for now. I still have to assist those who wish to make this festival a success, therefore I bid you adieu."

Turning, his cloak would move with the tailwind of his actions. Broad shoulders revealed themselves; they looked very capable, perhaps his body had retained it's physique throughotu the years, hardly succumbing to age. He made his way through the small gathering crowds, many of which were the new recruits eager to help out, eager to celebrate the ongoing success of kirigakure. These were the types of sights he wanted to see in his old age, what kept him striivng for excellenc within his community. Kirigakure needed a leader whom was proud of it's nation, proud of all it's people. Was his desire too strong, certainly it was only reasonable, only fair...but his desire would not be granted. Hachidaime Mizukage only cared about a few things, her arrogant lover and his people. She was unfit to be leader of this great nation, he knew this from day one.

He opposed the decision but the other's...they lacked foresight, they could not perceive that far into the future. It disappointed him so but he held his tongue, moving to the Seven Legendary Swordsman to inform them of the current times. Yet ever since that day, he had not heard from the great men of Mizu no Kuni...until earlier that day. Even as he left the honour-bound Uchiha, his mood would not falter, within a pouch held to his right hip, masked beneath his dark cloak, contained a scroll which spoke words he had longed wish to hear; great news did it withold in it's confines.

No sooner did he sit down, just to rest weary bones and socialize with other members of the community. Table 17, many of the planners came to sit down for brief periods of time before getting back into the swing of things. Truly they were legendary in their fields; for them to waste such talent on Hachidaime, alas he didn't have time to dwell on the train of thought. Someone whom he wanted to hear back from came to seek immediate answers to the lingering questions. "Baal was it...?" his voice slowly picking up on his hearty and bellowing expression.

"Now's not the time for such m'boy, be at ease for now. All around us we're about to experience a wonderful evening. To become caught up in such talks of business at this time of eve', tis surely jinx the Hachidaime. Though I'm glad to see you're eager, it shows commitment. I can at least let you part with a bit of understanding..."

He'd proceed to lean over the table now, his neck turned to an angle so as to look at Baal over his shoulder. His rice hat masking most of his face, spare his lips which would speak words of interest:

"...Your people need you, you've been activated."

After that he looked up, revealing warm hazel eyes, the expression of a happy old man. He'd raise his hand to get an early drink of sake, tis was going to be the best evening of his life. His old bones could feel that much.

[Justblaze]

As the young genin entered the village he was ready to help and get the prep done so he could get his dreaded speech over and have some fun and go on some missions. While Hanzo roamed the area around the dining hall he noticed an elderly man siting at a table. Hanzo approached the man and said "Good afternoon sir my name is Hanzo Kwazabi, do you folks need a hand with the prep for the events tonight and if so how may I help out." after Hanzo spoke he bowed and awaited some form of instruction.

[--Arata]

The Uchiha's mannerisms were in fact in the correct tone for he would give him the answer that he deserved. Nothing would even feed the warrior far from Iwagakure's ego, but it was obvious that being about the lands of Mist he was actually beginning to understand who he truly was. The reasons his answers would ring so loudly for the Uchihas were because indeed it was the beginning for a Rebirth for all Uchihas to have a home to come together as. Something that would even rival those of the Hyuuga mansion. Closing his eyes as the man would begin to revel on about the Uchiha's are not here for no one, but themselves. A swift turn would have his raven tresses follow suit as he would begin to head a bit away from this man and the others.

"Does your words actually hold even a sliver of truth," mused the Uchiha as he ambled away never looking back. It was something that he wanted to strike at the very being's core and notice that Shin was not one to be tampered with or better yet played. History would not repeat his earlier childhood days of going AWOL upon someone for trying to play mind games.

There he would begin to head towards a small area where he would lean up against. Gazing outwards at the festivities, the Uchiha would begin to recall some of his training and what he was doing in order to get stronger. In fact he was still a eon behind as long as the sharingan was still in it's dormant state, thats why he would have to push himself even further once he got it. That was something the Uchiha would surely recognized, but there was a more incentive in the way he trained now. Perhaps, to visually destroy his opponents without sharingan and then showing his true prowess without using his clan's superior skills.

Sighing as he would gaze upwards, today was in fact a good day. Though there wasn't much to do about this place when one's missing from a another country. Taking the time to garnish some things that would begin to pass through his very core. The meetings with Aka and the Phantom. Two very powerful Uchihas that both were apart of this area it seems. They would fit perfect as mentors something that he was deprived of amidst Iwagakure. Those thoughts were pushed back, but what of Hisoka he was sure he had improved. After all his bloodlimit was quite interesting and he was the one that forewarned Shin that his name was a major deal as to living up to it.

Eyelid would droop over his face and begin to think even harder from that step. Though he hadn't figured out his main objective yet, he would begin to look around as a Gennin from the Kirigakure would show up. Perhaps he would need to be aware of any possible actions that would occur. Head band of Iwa was still resting peacfully within his pouch. Watching with intent of possibly killing any that would try him that was his goal.

[– red]

Ill tempered thoughts shot through the room forthcoming from parched lips which had failed to be quenched. Hannibal's outlook on the entire situation seemed vague. Eyes closed as the deep thoughts entered through his ears. Eyes would slowly open, a strange code given out for it could not have been true to the words for no sign of his blood signature had been marked. A secretive message indeed, one of utter importance. In Baal's cerebellum, a recording was being run back and then examined thoroughly and therefore he sat and pondered with himself what it could have meant. 'A threat...to the village...' he marked down from hence forth the messages which were hidden within his dexterity.

'So, for one he is close to Hachidaime, so that means he could possibly be very important in some sort of council which I have recorded thus far. Now, with the threat just being shot through my ears, there are only two situations that could come forth. He really has intent to cause harm to some part of the village or the entire village itself, or he is trying to see if I am apart of some sort of plot to destroy the village, trying to gain further information on me. It precisely isn't enough to just go off of something, but I have to ask him a question before he leans back to his former part.'


"Are you planning on doing something sinister enough that you have to place it in code? Or are you just trying to find out something..." he asked within the spurring moment of a whisper. Eyes locked upon his fatigue, broad muscles and a seemingly old brutes worth of saturated skin. Healthy nonetheless for someone his age, or so Hannibal thought. The deity could do nothing more than sit and examine. If somehow this old man was apart of some sort of disaster treaty, he would have to leave. Trouble followed this shinobi wherever he went, and it was coming to a draw on whether or not he should leave the situation at hand. Paranoia, once more settled within it's course.

[Kamiko "Tsukihime" Akumu]

Unfortunately, it seemed as if the old man returned to his former disposition. He simply laughed when he heard the comment, yearning for more sake he'd place the cup to head level. Once he calmed somewhat, he'd take a long sip before resting it down on the table. "None of the sort, Kirigakure is my home after all for it's safety, especially during these trying times it's best I speak in code. Surely you can understand the only other reason for such." He then looked over to a sign, it was but an advert of the murder mystery that was scheduled to be performed on stage. Yet he did well to read a portion of the ad:

"Beware, Danger approaches--"

He then looked to Baal before reading the next line of the ad:

"--Something dark lurks within these parts, are you ready?"

Lastly, he'd skip down some of the lines before reading the final portion:

"The truth isn't always black and white."

He then chuckled, shaking his head some before having another long sip of his sake.

"Quite the ad, it'll be a great show I'm sure."

That was all that needed to be said, yet as he spoke more with Baal, he began to see his colours. His analytical process was far beyond that of an underachieving academy student. It was the signs of a seasoned ninja. In that way, Baal had walked into his analysis without actually realizing such. Yet no trouble or danger would come to the Storm Sage. Little had he known it but he'd just made an important ally and just in time too.

[– red]

"The only funny thing about murder is, everyone remembers the murderer and no one remembers the victim," he said solemnly. The old man had begun chanting some odd lines, and a chuckle after would only allow Baal to further examine the man's sense of humor. 'It'd be only humorous if it was Ironic I presume, but what's the Irony within it's comic sentence? Doesn't seem to be a comical sort of thing, Oh well. I guess i'm just thinking way too much,' he thought. Baal wasn't old enough to have sake, but he sure wished he could relax much like his associate on the other side of the table. It was hard coming up with things to talk about, but it seemed that he wasn't the only one struggling with things to say as the old man chanted things off a poster from behind. 'He must be searching for something to say...'

"I would imagine it is going to be a good play. I'm not here for any type of festivities though. As I'd imagine you play an important role within the village as far as speaking to you so far. My examining has told me otherwise to keep a close eye on you. I can see you already know i'm not from here, so what am I to do?"

[– red]

[exit.]

[exiting to finish up a training post. the threads are not happening simultaneously so this is legal. Think of it as past -- future]

[--Arata]

Uchiha would watch more so as the gathering would begin to get a bit more crowded. Seems the celebration was on it's way and the Uchiha remained within the event waiting thinking of ways to surpass Kouketsu and the phantom. There wasn't much said though the Uchiha would quickly remind himself that he was another shinobi from a entirely different village. His country was very boring compared to this one, perhaps that is why the young warrior chose it. Shin would begin to walk a bit around not straying too far, pulling on his pockets to see how much Ryo he had. Straddling his pockets he would come to realization he was BROKE.

Dropping his head with a minor sigh, it was nothing that worried him. Yet, the pit of his stomach would roar and contort it's master to it's will. Something the former Iwagakure shinobi had come to understand. Food was needed in this situation, but where would one get any from. This was the cost of being a runaway shinobi, but perhaps he would begin to find ways to change that. There was something about this portion of the world that would begin to contradict ways of gaining strength. The Uchiha would then begin to gather about a certain area, as he would notice a younger Genin from the lands of Kirigakure. Walks over to him and begins to possibly converse with him. Choosing his words wisely they would travel towards his ear.

"Excuse me...I'm looking for something to eat. I have ate anything in days and sad to say my pockets are empty. Would you mind helping a poor Uchiha," the words of the Uchiha would travel throughout the younger Genin's ear and contort his mind. Manipulating it with such ease and was sincerest amongst his ears.

[seppuku]

| Enter.

I had entered the dinner rather soundlessly, altering only those that needed to know of Hinagiku and I's arrival of our presence. I still had her wrapped firmly around my arm, our fingers curled around one another, and my body leaning firmly against her - I enjoyed the warmth she gave me, was all. I wasn't injured.

"A lovely dinner," I said to her as I admired the food and people. "Kirigakure has truly come quite a way, my love. Our people have a home."

I squeezed her land with the last sentence, reinforcing the our of the statement. I was not so above admitting I would not have been able to accomplish such a grand feat without the help of others; my queen and brother, most importantly. I was merely the shepard, the hand of guidance to them; I was the sense of touch to those that were blind; I was the beacon of hope to those drowning in sorrow; I was their light in the darkness.

And they, all of them, were my children-- our children.

[Kamiko "Tsukihime" Akumu]

Hinagiku's eyes seemed to be lit up; sparkling just as precious amethyst would. Entering the Dinner Hall with her lover, she had an unusual glow; her radiance reflecting that of an expecting mother though there was no sign that such was the case. "This dinner wouldn't be possible without the help of our people. Just look at all the happy faces, it makes me happy." Hinagiku then turned to look into Kouketsu's eyes, his squeeze made her feel much better about this wonderful ocassion.

"This is just the beginning, Kirigakure will continue to strive and exert it's power as one of the five shinobi nations."

Not that Hinagiku was really one to talk about politics and if she brought it up it was usually in passing. There wouldn't be much time to dwell on the topic anyway, she made sure to carefully lead Kouketsu to their table. It would be at the center of the hall, allowing everyone to surround them, whilst the stage was directly infront of their table. To visualize the setup, look to this diagram:
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| [Stage] --------------|
| [Hina Table]----------|
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|_________________ |

*| represents various tables on the outskirts just as ___ does also.
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Whilst everyone seperated into small groups to help around the dinning hall, actors and actresses diligently prepared to be on stage for the evening. The Main character was a detective played by Moyoushi City's Representative of Foreign Affairs; Hibiki Toriyama (First, Last). This was done to show Kirigakure's desire to gain better relations with the City, as well as the River nation as a whole.

The more people that entered, the more the lights around would begin to dim. Waiters and waitresses alike already having dinner spread out at the various tables in the establishment. Soon the fun would commence.

[seppuku]

I followed my beloved Queen as she led me to our table, sitting next to her so that my hand could fall idle upon her lap. I was dangerously close to her as we sat, waiting and watching; the performance was sure to astound even the most cold of people, and surprisingly, I myself had been anxious to see it.

The lights slowly began to die out, leaving only the anticipation of what was to come.

[DeeDub]

[enter]

Kotaro entered the festival which had bled into the capital from the village... a stage was set up with a large table. Familiar faces sat at the large table. He slunk into a corner as the cloth covered his missing eye which was in possession of someone here. The future sat on the back burner as did food which would be soon served. The dim lights hid him well in a corner. His earlier mishap didn't damper the festivities going on in the form of a stage show by Citizens of the River Country City, Moyoushi.