A Pleasant Stroll (Invite)

[Secretary]

There was a nice little park in the village of Sunagakure no Sato and Lydia found herself in control of the shared body for the time being. The Snarl Beast Pebble was with her, the knight in furry armor. She wore her standard business attire, despite not working today, and her platinum blonde hair held in a neat bun by a long, decorative pin. Her pencil skirt was black with the zipper on the side to free up her leg as necessary to go along with the brown business suit with a black lining. As per usual, it was button down enough to expose a bit of cleavage along with the edge of her lavender bra. For the moment she sat on a bench with Pebble close beside, a nice bottle of green tea from a nearby vending machine with the cap safely closed.

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ryota we are the warriors that built this town The body must be kept fit; one could have easily mistaken Ryota for a layabout, had they only observed him lounging about in his apartment, but it was far from the truth; what they would not have seen would be the intense exercise regimes, the Krav Maga drills, or simply... his daily walks. The late-teen boy had the oddest tendency to look formal regardless of the occasion: today, he was clad in white undershirt and grey waistcoat, with matching trousers. Most often he simply could not stand to look anything less than immaculate, which may have immediately betrayed the undeniable tinge of narcissism within his person. His black-rimmed spectacles could never quite rest in the correct place; he was always pushing at their rim, conscious of the slightest skew or descent. Gauze wreathed his hands, unfortunately exacerbating Sunagakure's already humid climate, but a necessary evil, and one that Ryota had long since grown used to. His route took him through a little park, an oasis in the otherwise crusty, dry, insipid, unpleasant sand-pit that was Sunagakure... or at least Ryota's interpretation of it. He kept to the path, his six feet and five inches intimidating many and meaning he had to engage in eye contact with very few. Still, something did catch his eye; he halted in his tracks as he saw - sitting off the beaten path - a woman, but more interestingly, some sort of monstrosity, lounging about as though it belonged. Ryota raised an eyebrow, letting his fellow pilgrims make their way around him as he stood in the middle of the road. From this distance, the creature looked like a purple lion without a coat, with some peculiar, fish-like tail. Ryota legitimately had no idea what it was, but despite its frightening appearance, it appeared tame enough. The boy's curiosity was piqued. He cut across somebody and ventured across the sparse grass towards the woman and her pet grotesquerie, one hand residing in his pocket. He paused once within earshot and pushed his spectacles again up the bridge of his nose. "Excuse me," He said to the woman, his expression and tone utterly flat. His head tilted towards the beast. "Exactly what do you call that thing?"

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[Secretary]

As she sat, enjoying the green tea that she had purchased when a bespectacled man approached. His presence was not initially noted, yet when the tall male spoke she was slightly startled and a bit of the tea she had been drinking spilled onto her skirt. Wincing at the splash she would speak, "Jeez, you startled me. And his name is Pebble, he's a Snarl Beast, for your information." With a sigh she reached behind her and pulled a long stemmed pipe from her pouch and packed it tobacco.

"And what are you, who was being so very rude to Pebble, called?" Sticking the butt of the pipe between her lips, the platinum blonde woman would strike one of her matches and set the tobacco alight, sucking in the sweet smoke. After extinguishing the matched her free hand went to Pebble, scratching in at the point where the horns protruded from his neck, a favorite spot of his. It was only as she absentmindedly scratch the beast did the low growl directed at the green haired man since he had spoken cease.

[❥ cannibble]

Masao was a man who lived only to feed his ever growing greed. He wanted money, women and all the power in the world. On often occasion the villagers of Sunagakure would call him an embodiment of greed. This was not entirely his fault but he sure as hell wasn't trying to stop it from growing and ruling over his life. No, he embraced it. He relished the idea of being an all powerful being of immense wealth and having many women that would call him his lover.

Of course his narcissistic ways were reflected in the clothing that he wore. Masao wore a suit that sported suspenders however he did not wear the coat with the rest of the outfit rather he had the shirt's first four buttons of the shirt left undone in order to show part of his chiselled torso to any onlookers. The sleeves of this shirt are rolled up as to make room for the pair of gauntlets worn on his hands. The gauntlets themselves didn't look like anything too fancy. The design sporting a steel plate along the back of the hand and half way up the forearm with straps holding it in place. The hands themselves covered in gloves of leather with a plate covering the back of the fingers so that when a fist is formed it has the shock and flame augments flat on the first point of contact His shoes were practical for the desert but still dressy as to not contrast too heavily with the rest of the outfit. It was practical in both appearance and practice however it was expensive and if anyone were to damage it in some way his wrath would surely follow.

As a man who constantly sought out gamble any and all money he could he had started to head towards a bar that was known to do high stakes gambling with some rather shady individuals. Masao didn't care whether he won or lost he simply wished to enjoy the thrill of gambling large sums of money. To get there however he had to go through the one and only park in Sunagakure. It wasn't exactly something he would detest purely on the basis of their being plenty of eye candy on the way. Women could be seen quite often on dates with other men here in the park. That wouldn't stop Masao that's for sure.

As soon as he would be within viewing distance of Lydia and the other two for whom he did not care about he would rub a hand through his hair and begin to walk over to her. Ryota and Pebble would be completely ignored as he Masao would come over to Lydia and place one leg up in the bench and lean on the elevated knee. In a swift and suave manner of speaking he would say to her "Hey Foxy Mama, You smell kinda pretty. Wanna smell me? Hoohah!" In saying this he would lean in and smell her at the same time whilst waising an eyebrow. He would stay there staring deeply into her eyes until she responded. At this point he didn't care if he was interupting he only cared for getting this lovely lady back at his house.

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ryota we are the warriors that built this town Ryota's approach had gone unnoticed; mid-swig, the woman who was ostensibly the monstrosity's owner jumped and spilled her drink - canned tea, of all things - all over her lap. Ryota smirked the slightest amount, but the expression died quickly. It was crude to be amused by a woman-whom-he-did-not-know's displeasure, for one, and for two, the hulking beast had started to growl at him, and required surveillance. Ryota could not deny that he was slightly afraid of it, and did not fancy the prospect of it pouncing him. "Jeez, you startled me. And his name is Pebble, he's a Snarl Beast, for your information," Replied the woman. Ryota cocked an eyebrow. 'Twas a definite discredit; a bland description for such an intriguing creature, and such a belittling name for such an impressive beast. She did seem to have it under perfect control, however, soothing it with a simple petting. Ryota felt less apprehensive now that he was not being snarled at by the Snarl Beast; he again adjusted his glasses, thinking he had stirred in his fright. "And what are you, who was being so very rude to Pebble, called?" She asked him then, sounding genuinely offended that he had regarded her ugly pet with less than utmost respect. How self-absorbed she must be, to not recognize its grotesque nature. Still, in Ryota's mind, there were worse things than being self-absorbed. "...November," He conceded after a moment, granting her only an alias. He decided that - seeing as she was a woman - he would be on his best behavior. "My apologies. Only, I've never seen anything quite like it - him? - before," He elaborated, and indeed, it was still fascinating just to observe the thing from a distance. He cared not to touch it, though, or at least dared not. Ryota looked back to 'Pebble's owner. "Pebble seems a rather belittling name for it, though, if neither of you mind my saying so. For that matter, I'm curious as to yours, Ms. Tamer of Creatures Most Peculiar." She treated the grotesquerie with no more apprehension than a common hound - that alone made her name worth knowing. Ryota did not seem particularly passionate about his questions, but then again, he rarely did. It was at that moment, before the woman would have a chance to answer, that Ryota heard the crunch of dirt at about nine-o'-clock, and turned curiously to see a fellow male swagger up to the bench, all regard for common courtesy thrown out the window as he would prop himself up on the bench she sat upon, practically placing his crotch in her face and spouting vulgar speech that Ryota could not be sure were even intended to be charming, though he could not see any other reason for the older man's approach. Instantly, the younger boy detested the newcomer. A scowl descended over his countenance. "Excuse me, dog, but do you always barge into pre-existing conversation unannounced and with such deplorable vulgarity?" He asked with acid seeping through every word and not a hint of fear. It was less that he actually cared about the potential violation of this woman's boundaries and more that he wished to exercise scorn upon the lowly conduct of this disgusting, shabby-looking brute. And whomever this newcomer was, he was evidently older than Ryota... but not taller.

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[Secretary]

Recoiling from the man she scooted off the bench and began to make a getaway. She and Pebble had not gotten more than 100 feet when a sinkhole opened up beneath the two and swallowed them up. Deep as it was they fell down, down until Pebble, landed with a crash, snapping his back and neck and the Secretary landed atop him, skewering herself upon his his horns. It was a quick death, although incredibly painful, but there was no hope of surviving the wounds of her landing.

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[|Ayame Unbound|]

Oh no everyone diedddddd!