Never Had A Father [Father Arilaite]

[Hisoka]

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The sun was just rising beside the mountain top, shedding its almost pink glow over the village. Hisoka had gotten less than a few hours of sleep last night, and while he was sure he would feel the affects of his lack of rest later, for now he was just happy that the sun was finally joining him. The air was mostly still around him, but living in the village that he did, he knew that calm winds didn't necessarily mean clear skies for very long. Storms were known to come to life out of seemingly nowhere in this village. Presently, though, the skies were mostly clear, and Hisoka thought he might take advantage of this moment of nice weather to enjoy the fresh air for once.

There was a park not too far out of the busier parts of the village that Hisoka liked to go to. It wasn't too far out of his way, but it also was rarely occupied by others. These reasons combined were probably the things that attracted Hisoka so strongly to this little park. It had a handful of trees scattered around the green area, but only one had grown greater and taller than all it's brethren by far, and it stood in the near center of the park as its pride. This tree was clearly far older than the others in the area, and Hisoka liked to sit in its shade when he needed time to think.

Lately, he'd felt like his progress was slowing. He'd read his First Aid book cover to cover, forwards and backwards, and while yes, he did still pull it out to double check things sometimes when he wasn't completely sure of himself, usually that was just self-doubt rather than really needing further instruction. He was no master yet, no, but he had the basics down. He'd learned the bones, but he wanted more, and he didn't know how much farther he could take himself like this.

As Hisoka approached the old tree, he noticed something curled up into a ball of scraggy brown fur laying still and pressed against what roots of the tree were poking above ground. Curiously, Hisoka walked up to the thing at the tree's base, only to realize that it was a small woodland creature. He squatted beside it, noticing from this close distance that the creature was still breathing, however ragged those breaths may be.

It was curled into itself, so even though Hisoka realized that it was probably struggling to stay alive, he couldn't even tell what exactly was wrong. All he could see was that it was in a considerable amount of pain, and probably had been for some time. "I can't help you," he told it, a slight frown on his face and he continued to look down on the animal and consider all the ways he might get the creature to open up and at least let him see if there was anything he could do without lashing out at him. He wanted to help it, but he didn't want it to scratch or bite him in the process, so he looked around the ground around them for a stick or something that he might be able to use to encourage the animal to move just a little bit...

[Father Arilaite]

Out on a walk through the park on this lovely day, the Father Arilaite's grey hair was left casually as normal almost looking as if it was styled bed hair but not quite so messy. He wore his black denim trousers and boots with the black belt on his lower half while the black short sleeved shirt and buttoned up black trench coat (cloak type 4) adorned his top half. Over his heart a little pin which signified his medical ranking within the holy order and at hi right hip a blessed sword which dealt extra damage when compared to an ordinary sword. Within his trench coat pockets there were quite a few tracer and one of his tracking devices but also his Rural Herbalism book for later. His ability for echo location was silent, it wasn't needed on a day like today though his nose was still as sensitive as ever to what was going on around him.

He was walking through the park with his book on Rural Botany in his hand, while strolling around he would glance through the book. His eyes first came to Base Mullein a tall flower which stood about 10 meters to the north east of him, the flower stood a total of 8 feet off the ground with a 3 foot across bright yellow flower, something you would have to be rather blind to miss. The base Mullein's leaves were what people needed though, they would cover a burn and help to heal it with hastened speed. On his right just by the side of the path was a black berry tree, it had already been picked clean but it was still easily identifiable. The 6 meter tall tree with it's dark and luscious leaves stood proud and dominant, it was a shame there were no berries apparently the luscious black berries helped to heal light wounds when mashed and applied.

Looking around the tree he noted a young male, a shinobi of cloud going by the headband.. though he technically was no longer a shinobi here the good Father still had permission to go to and fro without any hesitation. In the young man's presence was an injured animal by the looks of it. 

"I can't help you,"

Father Arilaite raised an eyebrow and made his approach cautiously so not to startle the boy nor the animal. "Do you know what might be the matter with the animal, I'm not a vet but I can give it a look over or in the very least ease the pain it could be in" With a gentle smile on his face Arilaite crouch down about two meters away from them both.

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0 Sp

Able learner = 7 Rolls not 5
Eidetic memory = +1 to each dice
Having the book = +1 to each dice

Botany Rural - 0 sp
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill that allows the user to identify plants.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A character with this skill has a basic knowledge of plants and how they grow. They know how to tell various species of plants apart and under what conditions each type of plant grows best. Most of the time they can tell poisonous plants from non-poisonous plants. User must choose a specific Region each time they go up this Skill. A successful Botany Skill check provides knowledge of plants, while failure indicates the character does not know or cannot recall anything about that plant. This knowledge is broader than the Agriculture skill, as it extends to plants (including trees) without obvious food or textile uses. Each Skill level allows the user knowledge of each Herb category (Example: Novice can identify Common Herbs, Master can identify Nearly Impossible Hearbs) within a region. Here is some Difficulty Examples.
Trivial - Plant is in bloom
Easy - Plant is whole
Average - Identify plant fruit, leaves, tubers or seeds
Difficult - Parts of plant in a mixture or food
Very Difficult - Identify plant from charred remains

Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

[Hisoka]

There was nothing more than twigs and fallen leaves on the ground around him, save for the occasional crushed berry. He checked his person for something he could use. Strung across his back in its usual spot was his Mandolin, but he wasn't about to play the animal a song to heal it. His tan shirt offered no place to hold anything, let alone anything useful to this situation, and his beige pant pockets housed little more than a handful of Ryo. Hisoka supposed he could use either of the two tanto that hung one on top of the other at his left hip or any of the kunai in his butt bag to put the small creature out of its misery all together, but he'd much rather see it climb back up the tree in good health than fall still and lifeless at the bottom of this great tree. It had a story after all, however small, and Hisoka never liked to see a story end.

"Do you know what might be the matter with the animal? I'm not a vet but I can give it a look over or in the very least ease the pain it could be in."

He'd not even noticed another person approaching him, so when an older voice chimed in, Hisoka's eyes flew up and peered at his company through his own slightly wavy, sandy colored hair with surprise. He tried not to move otherwise, embarrassed about being taken by surprise and not wanting his company to know as much. Just his eyes looked up, and after a couple moments of trying to discern for certainty that his company really didn't mean any harm, Hisoka lifted his face to the man and got a better look. When he did, his eye was immediately caught by the pin stuck over the man's heart. He may not have recognized him immediately, but Hisoka knew enough to know that that pin meant he was a dignified healer in some holy order or another.

Suddenly, Hisoka was surrounded by an overwhelming feeling on inferiority, which was an odd feeling for him. He didn't usually find himself feeling affected by social ranks like this, but then again, this was a little more than just another man years older than him. This was someone who clearly excelled in the very practice Hisoka found himself frustrated and struggling with, and that was probably the source of his current, abnormal feelings. The man was now crouching beside him though, so it wasn't as if Hisoka could stand up straight and bow, but he did pointedly bow his head in respect to the man who was so clearly his superior before his eyes fell back down to the animal and he answered his question.

"I don't know anything. I just found it here like this, but..." His fingers twitched to reach out and unfurl the creature as he watched its little face stay in its contorted, painful expression. "Maybe something it ate?" he offered, looking up again at the older man now.

[Father Arilaite]

The young one before him definitely looked a little taken back in some manner when he cast his eyes upon Father Arilaite.

"I don't know anything. I just found it here like this, but...Maybe something it ate?"

Raising an eye brow for a moment he would weave his hands through various seals before reaching out and laying one hand over the animal to ease any pain it was in. Do you have any medical skills? Father Arilaite didn't look up from the animal he was treating. He wasn't a vet but a patient was a patient.

While examining the animal and easing it's pain, Arilaite noted several twitches in it's body. Through keen observation (125 sp) and the natural knack he had for identifying poisons both ingested and not he guessed the animal had eaten something bad.

Next he would cast his hands through another set of seals, one to cure disease and the next to cure poisons, they weren't his most skilled techniques but he wasn't going to waste too much chakra on an animal. He was only doing it as the kid looked a little taken back by the situation. 

Once he would remove his hands from the animal the toxins within it's body would be neutralised and healed causing the animal to wake up and get fidgety ready to bolt off and get back to nature. Arilaite took his hands back slowly and left it upto the young man about what would happen. Names Father Arilaite by the way 

[Hisoka]

Hisoka watched the man weave hand signs. He couldn’t help but try and remember what he saw, but the motions were a little too fast, and he was sure he couldn’t have caught them all. “Do you have any medical skills?” the man asked, never taking his eyes away from the animal. Hisoka, who had glanced up at the other man’s face, looked back down at the small creature in wonder. The pain it had been in was clearly fading from its face, but it wasn’t dead. He made a mental note to look up whatever jutsu it was that had just been performed.

“Ah. I’m alright with First Aid Healing, but nothing very useful I guess… I’ve only just started,” Hisoka confessed. A small part of him might have felt a tinge of embarrassment again, but a greater part of him felt far more familiar feelings begin to stew in his gut: frustration and disappointment. Frustration that he’d found himself helpless and needed aid in a situation like this. Disappointment in himself for not being farther along with his studies than he was. Self loathing over things as trivial as being unable to save a squirrel-like creature was not something Hisoka was a stranger to, and though he tried to keep those feeling in realistic check, it was harder some times than others. This, he realized, had the potential to be one of those times.

Before he could let himself get too beat down, he saw the man perform yet more hand signs and placing his wise hands over the creature. By the time he withdrew his hand, the small animal was already beginning to lift itself up. Hisoka heard the man introduce himself as Father Arilaite, but he didn’t respond just yet. This little life he’d not wanted to see pass – this story that was getting the chance at yet another chapter to write out – was clearly healed of whatever had been ailing it, and Hisoka watched with inquisitive and fascinated eyes. Would the creature recognize the man as the one who healed him or Hisoka himself as the one who found him first? Would it even look their way at all before it ran off? Would it run up the tree, or maybe across the plain to some other hiding spot? Some might think that there were only so many things this animal would do next, but Hisoka saw so many possibilities – so many minute little decisions it could make in a matter of moments – that he couldn’t not want to see what it chose to do.

The creature rose, its back at first to Hisoka and Father Arilaite though it turned quickly to stare at them. Its beady black eyes move back and forth between the two humans crouching in front of it. Perhaps predictably, it seemed to be made immediately uncomfortable by the closeness of the two creatures much larger than itself to it, and so Hisoka watched as it took off. Straight up the great tree it climbed with nimble speed, all healed up, and Hisoka’s head tilted back and his eyes followed it as high up the tree as was possible before it disappeared into the leaves. In a flash, Hisoka wondered about what that animal would do with the second chance its been given, but he didn’t dwell on it any longer than a fleeting moment. Someone had introduced themselves to him, after all, and it’d be considered rude to put off responding properly for any longer.

“Thank you for your help, Father Arilaite,” Hisoka said, bowing his head once again to the Father before rising along with him to stand again. “My name is Hisoka. I’m training to be a medical ninja, but I,” he paused, glancing up the great tree’s tall trunk again. “I can’t even save a small thing like that.” He was frowning, caught somewhere between feeling like he might never actually be able to be a medical expert like Father Arilaite undoubtedly was, and desperately wanting to try and become just that anyway.