Arrival [O]

[roko]

--[Enter]
At last he had made it to Mo, the city under the rule of that crimson vixen that caught his eye-- alas, the village, so far, seemed to be a striking contrast to the beauty he glimpsed at for what felt ages. Taking the trolly ride had allowed him the opportunity to view what seemed to be the countryside: trees, mountains, patches of grass and misplaced huts unique in their wears and origins. Albeit, regardless of how leisurely the trolly ride had been, it made it no easier to catch sight of the looming iron walls-- a curtain of sorts, maybe more symbolical than anything; perhaps it shrouded the hopes of those who had not been of the military? He had no way of telling.

It was not long before Momochi, the veteran shinobi of Konohagakure-- a land of lush green, filled with smiles as warm as an embrace--arrived in Mo. It was a different experience, at a glance it seemed more like Yuki than a city near Konohagakure, but he quickly saw where he was wrong: youth was lush and full of life as they raced down the streets, young men and women enlisting, students studying some unknown exam, and then children enjoying their youth like children anywhere else would.

He would wander around aimlessly for God knows how long now, walking around blissfully as he held tightly to that sweet memory. . . It was good, for once, to be so carefree in demeanor; he could vaguely remember memories like this in his youth. His attire was no different then it had always been, and his sword was sill strapped to his hip like it had been any other day. His moss-green outfit let in a cool breeze, his blatant red-thong string catching the eye of shocked civilians as he seemingly strutted around like a tourist. Maybe there was more to the "Iron Curtain" than he had thought.

[Two in the morning, Lol]

[Ancestor Febrie]

A messenger clad in yellow ran around the area recruiting anyone who could help, he spotted someone who didn't belong to Mo for sure, he was dressed strangely. He approached the person "Greetings foreigner. Are you aware there is a war going on?" he would ask first to see if he knew "You are free to evacuate with the women and children however if you wish to fight with us, reward will certainly come your way." he hoped the man would accept such an offer. "And almost forgot we are at war with Take, a samurai Duchy." Take was a far Duchy located inside the Fire Country, a long rival of Mo.

[I C H I R O™]

The sights had been some that would definitely stick with a rogue such as myself wandering the land of this Village for the little time that I had. Without much else to do but take in the working, it was eye-catching and almost dear peaceful. However, my ears worked just as well as anyone's and to know a storm was pulling together so soon, hmph. With a light breath exhaled would follow such a shallow chill bouncing from my skin. Cerulean eyes peering with quite the gaze through the silver threads before them all the while I'd remain idle. Yes, I had almost felt human again for a moment or so but than, it was just a moment.

Behind the bright lights and make-up there was nothing but reality. One couldn't break this truth as much as they'd try and me; it just wasn't engraved within the sphere of destruction that had been my mind - peace. Hands buried deep in my lower pockets would rise slowly to take the right of grip to the bottom of the iron blade asleep at my hip. There was no way around it now and to turn and walk away wasn't something that suited me at any point in time, no. These bright skies would fade in mind. Fade and fall unto a shade of gray only closer to complete darkness no man could escape. The moment to enjoy had been a precious one but it of this lifestyle the qualities that called me now.

The fact of the matter was never hidden. A Village was a village regardless of how moving it seemed on the inside. All were gifted an enemy or two to cross their paths that twisted this world and clearly what had been overheard was a little thicker than the obvious. Things were shrunken down in my eyes quite unfortunately. This wasn't just an attack but a war? Like I had suddenly frozen my movement while my thoughts paced back and forth around the voice that had spoken of such a situation over, and over. It was clear no words could explain the rush.. I would leave my grin planted just curving my lips just barely in the midst of this disappointment.

Sight would fall to the mask around my neck before turning to the direction the words of issue had originated. Either I was in the wrong place at the wrong time or I'd been being tested by my instinct? Whatever sense it made, I refused to turn away now. Even before allowed the brief of such a conflict. To let my thoughts run wild would only intrigue me of the situation that was of no significance to me a bare moment ago. Ah the spontaneity, there was nothing but resentment flowing through these veins of mine. Nothing of the past could any longer remain inside. The time for I to cleanse had come and I would take this opportunity. Jaw tight and a step forward before cutting my eyes over turning my head to look over my shoulder, my body would follow "I'll assist. How I can. In the coming conflict." the words would simply seem to fall from my lips.

Broken in sections, grim, yet sure of what I had spoken. If there wasn't one problem there was surely another. To be ready was my life long goal I suppose.. It wouldn't be a Village without outside enemy. Simply a ruin to take up space in the land and whatever the case may be; It would be sincerely entertaining to keep this place looking so radiant and orderly even if that meant tearing the eyes from their own foes. This was clearly being blown out of proportion.

[Ancestor Febrie]

Nothing came from the weirdly dressed stranger however someone else spoke up, they looked like someone who could fight and they volunteered to help fight. The messenger nodded, he would then check with the guards in charge of weaponry at the gates with his description and summoned the mans weapons were they taken from him, it'd be a mystery as to how he did that to the shinobi. "Alright you should head out this way." he pointed at a map he conjured from under his trousers and passed it to Takuya. There was a red mark showing the are the Duchess and her team was in with directions on how to use the hidden passage "You'll be joining the Duchess and her team, their objective is to destroy siege engines." with that he vanished into the shadows as if he was a part of them leaving the shinobi there to decide what to do next.

OOC: Post in the "Assault On Mo" thread next.

[roko]

He left [exit]