Post by Promeleon on Aug 5, 2015 10:07:13 GMT -7
Endearing Trivialities
The village of Sunagakure was abuzz with activity on this beautiful morning, though Diomed neither cared nor understood why. The voices clashed and meshed, blanketing the city with almost hive-like buzzing music. To one listening carefully to the background radiation of the city, they would hear distinct tones rising or falling, a child or a large baritone man breaking from the constant stream of noise to be heard above the rest. The Kaguya did not concern himself with those sorts of things, though he was quite aware of the different voices and words around him, knowing that he was not exactly favoured in the walls of the village. This poor reputation did not force him to be a coward though, he still stood tall above the majority of the crowd, and even if his height was not enough to make him stand out, the large pink feathered boa that covered his entire back and forced people to move further out of their way to avoid him as he moved with his usual swagger. The mischievous grin was ever present, and his onyx eyes were hidden behind the purple tinted glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. There was no questioning who it was that was sauntering down the streets of Sunagakure, and the buzzing of voices fell into silence around his presence, as though nobody wished to be caught saying the wrong thing.
The Blonde Kaguya almost felt insulted by their silliness, as if he would ever waste his time over the words of peasants. These people were simply making their way around the city and doing their business, they had money to make that he relied on to acquire his own money. These cattle were not able to understand the big picture of things. As he swaggered, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his purple and white striped pants. the people in front made an effort to go around him, and from behind the purple rimmed sunglasses his eyes scanned the faces and bodies of each beautiful woman that walked by. Diomed had decided to come to this side of the city for the oasis today. The oasis itself did not hold any interest to him, he did not need to dirty his body by swimming in water that the unclean masses used, he was too good for that. It was merely in the interest of the flesh, as the day was one of the hottest he had experienced all spring, and there would be many people around the local swimming hole. He was in the market for a new squeeze, and he needed to window shop before he made a purchase. What better place to assess the beauty of the city than while those beauties were stretched out, barely clad and freshly oiled by the water to cool off. Quite frankly the day was only going to get hotter.
His bare chest revealed to the world from behind the open white shirt, the tall blonde was conscious of the scarring on his normally pristine flesh, but his recent activities had taken longer to recover from than he had expected, and though it was barely significant, and to some, probably made him more attractive, he was still stinging over the fact he had performed as poorly to garner these wounds. Already he had seen a few eyes moves from his face to his chest and remain there for a few moments longer than those eyes deserved to rest on him for. All it took to distract wandering eyes was a sharp look, and then the problem made itself scarce. Scanning the street once more, he looked to both sides, taking in the rustic and ancient feel of the city. The sand stone that had been carved and transported into the middle of the desert to make these buildings were older than than anything else Diomed could name, as were some of the people that lived inside of them. Many of the inhabitants were very old, having lived tough lives in the harsh sun to a very advanced age. They looked at his gaudy appearance, not knowing who he was or what he was capable of, only knowing that his garish appearance was offensive to their sensibilities. It amused him that of all people, the elderly were the bravest.
The merchant tents and fresh food carts thinned, and the awnings held up by old rickety wooden foundation became more solid as the street became a little richer the closer to the oasis he moved. It made sense that the closer to the more populated areas you traveled, the more prosperous you became, and the younger the merchants became, some even going so far as to advertise or have cute young girls sampling their wares in the street. A pretty young thing tried to gain his attention, and if there had not been a treasure of flesh beyond this street, he may have stopped to sample his own wares on her, but with a wave of his large hand, he signed that he was not interested. With this action, she seemed to deflate a little, but he smiled reassuringly towards her and carried on his way. Likely she was disappointed at not being able to get a customer into her bosses store, but he believed it was merely that she did not get a chance to speak to such a handsome specimen such as himself. The market stalls and taverns opened up to the oasis and the small businesses around it. There were stores that sold swimming gear and toys, stores that sold towels and trinkets, and his favourite store of all of them, the circular bar that stood by itself just off to the side of the oasis.
Diomed was already moving over to the bar to acquire himself a drink, he was getting a little warm in his outlandish attire, and a stiff drink would cool him off. To his pleasant surprise, the girl working the bar was quite the sight. Long brunette hair flowed in a carefully teased way to make it appear as though she had not taken too much care with it, it covered one of her eyes, and fell just past her shoulders where it tickled the bare flesh on the top of her breast. Her eyes were a pale blue, which sharply contrasted with the darkness of her hair, but matched the cloudless sky perfectly. Her make up was done in a natural way around her cheeks, defining her already remarkable features in the most subtle way. The makeup around her eyes was a little thicker, and quite dark, making her already quite catching eyes even more of a focus. The Kaguya understood why they would have a girl like her working in one of the most popular bars in the city, even he felt inclined to just throw money at her, and he was used to seeing such beauty beneath him and in a far more animal fashion. He could not just fall for the first girl he laid his eyes on, though he would certainly cast a line. Three men were staring at her obviously and talking to each other in hushed voices, and there were no other seats available at the bar. Tapping the largest one on the shoulder, his ever present smile on his face, he waited for them.
"Oi, what the fuck do you want buddy?"
They obviously had no idea who he was. Or at least two of them did not. The third, and the smallest of the group backed off a little and tapped his other friend on the back in a panicked manner to get his attention, but the man was drunk and lusting after the girl behind the bar enough to have built up quite the level of bravado.
"I want your seats, all three of them"
The male who knew who he was grabbed his buddy and pulled him, but the loud mouth did not take the hint as the other two left the scene. They were smart but they were cowardly.
"Well find a different spot, ain't that right lads?"
He looked to his left to see that his friends had quite smartly abandoned him, and the tan he had been working on all day seemed to fade from his face as he reached behind him to support himself on the bar, as quickly as his bravado had turned on, he took off. The seats were free for Diomed now, one on each side of him, and he would not be surprised if no one actually took either of the seats around him. The girl behind the bar had seen this and could not decide whether she was glad that the creeps were gone, or upset that the biggest cause of trouble in the city had just decided to sit at her bar. After finishing cleaning a bottle with the worn rag in her hand, she moved over to him, with a grin to match his own in mischief. Her attire was quite appropriate to the weather, though it was obvious that it was not completely her choice to wear it, as he had noticed her trying to adjust the black bustier she was wearing, trying to move it up to cover some more of the cleavage that she was showing, but there was barely enough material there to do anything but cover the important parts. Her skirt was short, falling to just above mid thigh, and in a surprising twist actually possessed a pair of shorts built in that prevented anyone from seeing up it if she fell over or had to bend over something. Clever.
"Well this looks like trouble, I don't know if I should be letting you sit at my bar without calling ANBU to come garnish your drink"
The Blonde intertwined his fingers and pressed the palms against the back of his head, forcing his sculpted chest out and sitting in a very dominant pose.
"Call what you will, but get me an Old Fashioned first, only one ice cube"
The Blonde Kaguya almost felt insulted by their silliness, as if he would ever waste his time over the words of peasants. These people were simply making their way around the city and doing their business, they had money to make that he relied on to acquire his own money. These cattle were not able to understand the big picture of things. As he swaggered, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his purple and white striped pants. the people in front made an effort to go around him, and from behind the purple rimmed sunglasses his eyes scanned the faces and bodies of each beautiful woman that walked by. Diomed had decided to come to this side of the city for the oasis today. The oasis itself did not hold any interest to him, he did not need to dirty his body by swimming in water that the unclean masses used, he was too good for that. It was merely in the interest of the flesh, as the day was one of the hottest he had experienced all spring, and there would be many people around the local swimming hole. He was in the market for a new squeeze, and he needed to window shop before he made a purchase. What better place to assess the beauty of the city than while those beauties were stretched out, barely clad and freshly oiled by the water to cool off. Quite frankly the day was only going to get hotter.
His bare chest revealed to the world from behind the open white shirt, the tall blonde was conscious of the scarring on his normally pristine flesh, but his recent activities had taken longer to recover from than he had expected, and though it was barely significant, and to some, probably made him more attractive, he was still stinging over the fact he had performed as poorly to garner these wounds. Already he had seen a few eyes moves from his face to his chest and remain there for a few moments longer than those eyes deserved to rest on him for. All it took to distract wandering eyes was a sharp look, and then the problem made itself scarce. Scanning the street once more, he looked to both sides, taking in the rustic and ancient feel of the city. The sand stone that had been carved and transported into the middle of the desert to make these buildings were older than than anything else Diomed could name, as were some of the people that lived inside of them. Many of the inhabitants were very old, having lived tough lives in the harsh sun to a very advanced age. They looked at his gaudy appearance, not knowing who he was or what he was capable of, only knowing that his garish appearance was offensive to their sensibilities. It amused him that of all people, the elderly were the bravest.
The merchant tents and fresh food carts thinned, and the awnings held up by old rickety wooden foundation became more solid as the street became a little richer the closer to the oasis he moved. It made sense that the closer to the more populated areas you traveled, the more prosperous you became, and the younger the merchants became, some even going so far as to advertise or have cute young girls sampling their wares in the street. A pretty young thing tried to gain his attention, and if there had not been a treasure of flesh beyond this street, he may have stopped to sample his own wares on her, but with a wave of his large hand, he signed that he was not interested. With this action, she seemed to deflate a little, but he smiled reassuringly towards her and carried on his way. Likely she was disappointed at not being able to get a customer into her bosses store, but he believed it was merely that she did not get a chance to speak to such a handsome specimen such as himself. The market stalls and taverns opened up to the oasis and the small businesses around it. There were stores that sold swimming gear and toys, stores that sold towels and trinkets, and his favourite store of all of them, the circular bar that stood by itself just off to the side of the oasis.
Diomed was already moving over to the bar to acquire himself a drink, he was getting a little warm in his outlandish attire, and a stiff drink would cool him off. To his pleasant surprise, the girl working the bar was quite the sight. Long brunette hair flowed in a carefully teased way to make it appear as though she had not taken too much care with it, it covered one of her eyes, and fell just past her shoulders where it tickled the bare flesh on the top of her breast. Her eyes were a pale blue, which sharply contrasted with the darkness of her hair, but matched the cloudless sky perfectly. Her make up was done in a natural way around her cheeks, defining her already remarkable features in the most subtle way. The makeup around her eyes was a little thicker, and quite dark, making her already quite catching eyes even more of a focus. The Kaguya understood why they would have a girl like her working in one of the most popular bars in the city, even he felt inclined to just throw money at her, and he was used to seeing such beauty beneath him and in a far more animal fashion. He could not just fall for the first girl he laid his eyes on, though he would certainly cast a line. Three men were staring at her obviously and talking to each other in hushed voices, and there were no other seats available at the bar. Tapping the largest one on the shoulder, his ever present smile on his face, he waited for them.
"Oi, what the fuck do you want buddy?"
They obviously had no idea who he was. Or at least two of them did not. The third, and the smallest of the group backed off a little and tapped his other friend on the back in a panicked manner to get his attention, but the man was drunk and lusting after the girl behind the bar enough to have built up quite the level of bravado.
"I want your seats, all three of them"
The male who knew who he was grabbed his buddy and pulled him, but the loud mouth did not take the hint as the other two left the scene. They were smart but they were cowardly.
"Well find a different spot, ain't that right lads?"
He looked to his left to see that his friends had quite smartly abandoned him, and the tan he had been working on all day seemed to fade from his face as he reached behind him to support himself on the bar, as quickly as his bravado had turned on, he took off. The seats were free for Diomed now, one on each side of him, and he would not be surprised if no one actually took either of the seats around him. The girl behind the bar had seen this and could not decide whether she was glad that the creeps were gone, or upset that the biggest cause of trouble in the city had just decided to sit at her bar. After finishing cleaning a bottle with the worn rag in her hand, she moved over to him, with a grin to match his own in mischief. Her attire was quite appropriate to the weather, though it was obvious that it was not completely her choice to wear it, as he had noticed her trying to adjust the black bustier she was wearing, trying to move it up to cover some more of the cleavage that she was showing, but there was barely enough material there to do anything but cover the important parts. Her skirt was short, falling to just above mid thigh, and in a surprising twist actually possessed a pair of shorts built in that prevented anyone from seeing up it if she fell over or had to bend over something. Clever.
"Well this looks like trouble, I don't know if I should be letting you sit at my bar without calling ANBU to come garnish your drink"
The Blonde intertwined his fingers and pressed the palms against the back of his head, forcing his sculpted chest out and sitting in a very dominant pose.
"Call what you will, but get me an Old Fashioned first, only one ice cube"
