Seeking Work

[Satu Akira]

"Valuable or no?!

[/i]

Azrael had turned to the first page of the book that seemed to be pretty ordinary. Heh, basics of seals ey? he thought to himself flipping past the authors explanatory page. Turning to the page he immediately saw something familiar towards the top center of the page, it was the image of a explosive tag. ‘Explosive tags are pieces of parchment with a seal/incantation upon it. This “seal” creates an explosive effect, much-like that of a large fire cracker.’ Heh, interesting information… I never really did understand the concept of an explosive tag he thought as he skimmed though the massive amount of useless information along the page. Examining the bottom of the page he read-on ‘The seal is infused with a source of energy, chakra which depending on its intended use reacts differently to certain things. Also, materials play a role in this.’

Heh, this book isn’t like the others ones… that went on… and on… about a specific seal! he thought to himself in a sigh of relieve as he’d turn the page to read on, this page contained a single blank piece of parchment. ‘Seals are commonly used on materials such as this, due to the quite plentiful abundance of this.’ Obviously! he said to himself reading an obvious fact as he’d skim through the pages once more looking at the next page of the book. The page showed something that caught Azrael by surprises ever-so-slightly. It was a sword with the word ‘Earth’ inscribed along its fuller, in calligraphy of course. Heh, what do we have here? he asked himself as he’d examine details of this picture ‘The picture above is that of the Fuma blade, this blade was formed to symbolize earth’s resolve, with its elegant blade, guard, and hilt. Though that is not the main focus of this sword, It is the seal inscribed upon it.

Taken back by this he paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes as he’d continue to read. ‘This seal created b y a master blacksmith himself, combined a vast about of chakra into this sword, from the greatest warriors in the land of Earth. It was said to hold the power to cause an upheaval of the earth with a single movement. One of the many great wonders in the world of seals.’ The book proclaimed as Azrael continued to learn onward about seals, scanning three pages till he found something of use, at the top of the page was a man covered in tattoos. What the heck? Seals… On bodies?! he thought to himself as he’d read onward. ‘The man above was said to be one of the greatest warriors in the history of men. Exceptional in the art of the sword, he strives to be the best by all means. During the times in which seals were still under great experimentation, there was a man willing to test it on human being.’ Azrael narrowed his eyes as he’d lean forward to read onward.

‘The man began to experiment with simple pants and writing utensils, though that left no effect on the human flesh, the man then attempted permanent tattooing though that power was extremely limited.’ Pausing for a moment Azrael remembered learning about seals briefly before, about people using them for summing on their flesh. If that’s true… A “extremely limited” wouldn’t be able to summon those beast! he said to himself as he’d continue to read. ‘The man grew obsessed with the idea and constantly filled the man above, with tattoos which eventually led to the man’s death, due to unknown reasons. News of this rang throughout the world and many people scrutinized the seal maker. After his death, many says demons rose from hell giving the spirit of the sealist to a man who was the first to successfully place a seal upon someone at its full effect.’ Cute, but hell doesn’t exist! he thought to himself as he’d continue to read.

[Two Hours Passed]

Azrael let out a yelp at the amazing information he saw in the book and in a frantic attempt to learn more, he looked at the authors name in the front, first page of the book. Reading about the author he was stunned about what he saw. ‘This is a warning to all readers, this man’s research was never confirmed and was considered to be clinically insane.’ Staring at it for a moment in disbelieve he lean forward as his face hit the pages of the book. “Dammit! I can’t confirm any of this damn information! Idiot… I skipped such a small detail!” he said chastising himself as he’d clench his fist on the table, his face planted into the book that put his spirits and hopes low. As he laid there motionless he lost all inspiration to look at any other books. “Th-This… sucks…” he said softly as he’d lay there any review all he’d learn, the thoughts were jumbled and need correcting.

[Satu Akira]

"No luck turns into possiblity..."

[/i]

As Azrael laid there motionless the sounds of footsteps could be heard off in the distance, the sound of heels to be exact. Turning his head on the paper slowly, he saw the approach of the women from before off in the distance. She dressed like the stereotypical librarian; which consisted of wearing a traditional suit with classes holding a clip board. Sitting up he came to realize the women somehow came this way again. Heh? What is she doing over here? he asked himself as the women would call out approaching. “Oh, it’s your again, still looking at seals?” she asked as Azrael noded with a slight chuckle forgetting about his huge mistake as he’d raise his right arm to rub the back of his neck. Now that I think about it… she’s kind of cute… he thought to himself quickly correcting his thoughts with the words No, the path I am embarking of, it’ll be a long time before I can think of love, strength and peace of mind is all I need at this point!

“Yeah… and yet again my research was flaunted…” he said with a slight sigh looking down at the book as she walked over to it and observed it herself. “Heh, one of those books… ” she said as Azrael looked up curious as to what she meant by that. “This book… There’s is a strong possibility of truth. Though… It was never examined by experts.” she said as she realized what she was saying and nodded with a slight sigh. “So, what would you recommend…” he asked as the women paused for a moment thinking. “Well... for one… You can start doing your own investigating. All books on seals aren’t official, due to the fact in all honestly no one is exactly sure the limitations of a seal, though some of the facts are true, I suppose.” she said as Azrael would sigh in another relief looking up at here.

“Li-Listen, I’m about to have my lunch break… and I” though she was cut off “Sorry, I can’t go on a date with you right now… Maybe some other time…” Azrael said in a slightly cocky tone as she’d get a serious look upon her face “Ugh, no… I was about to say that I could possibly show you to someone who knows about the certain seal your wanting to learn about” she said as Azrael would smile, his cheeks red, slightly embarrassed. “Oh. Th-Thank you” he said as she’d respond “No problem, meet me in the lobby in 10 minutes” she said as she’d turn to walk towards the lobby. “Wa-Wait… may I ask you something…” he said as she’d stop “Do you go through every single isle?” he asked as she’d turn and say “Of course not that’d take forever, every hour we go through our designated isle to check for stray books and people” she said walking off.

“Heh, I see…” he said under his breath as he’d stand up, taking the book and placing them in their original positions would move to turn off the light and place his cloak around him as he’d push his chair in and turn to walk towards the lobby of this large library, as he’d walk he’d close his eyes in the near empty silence within the library, that was halted by the sounds of the sand storm, though the sounds dispersed as Azrael made his way to the circular area, identifying the entrance hallway quickly. Making his way towards the front desk he’d wait for a moment as the women suddenly appeared in black pants and a red shirt. “Alright, ready to go?” she said as Azrael would nod and they’d make their way out the front of the library. Standing at the top of the stairs he stared for a moment at the sands with no foot marks Heh, sand storms flatten out the land, leaving no traces of life. he thought to himself as they’d make their way down the stairs.

Making their way down the stairs the women would turn to him and ask “ What is your name?” she asked as Azrael would respond “Kazuki…you?” “Misa..” she said as Azrael would smile as if he liked her name, as she made their way into the sands she’d lead him through the streets to a small shop known as the ‘Blue Panthra’ apparently selling snacks and drinks for children and passing adults. Misa made her way to the clerk with the words “ Is Panthra here?” she asked as the clerk pointed towards the back and Azrael follow, making their way back to the storage room there was a single middle-aged man sitting on the boxes with his legs curled, his knees against his chest. “Ey Panthra…” she called out as the man lower his legs and looked up “Ey… Misa-san!” he said as she’d respond “Don’t give me that Ey Misa-san shit… We need you to find someone!” she said turning to Azrael. “I need you to find the missing shinobi known as Abbadon…” he said as Panthra paused for a moment.

[Satu Akira]

Is this him?!

[/i]

“He-Hell no… That guy… Is like the bad of bad guys…” he said as Misa would respond “Oh shut up… We’re not asking you to approach him…” she said as Panthra would pause “I-I-Suppose… Though, why would you want to find him, you’ll die if you approach him!” he said as Azrael would turn his head to the right “I have my reasons…” he said not caring about the man’s background, though the results. “I suppose you have to… Is your looking for that loon…” Panthra said as Azrael continued to look in his direction “Well… One problem…Someone stole my headset… If you retrieve it… I’ll give you the location…” Panthra said as Azrael looked at him wondering what he needed a headset for, and how it would help him locate Abbadon. “Ok… Who has it?” he asked as Panthra would chuckle “Some snot nosed kid stole it from me… I can’t retrieve it because of the guy’s older brother…” he said as Azrael sighed.

“Where do I find this person?” Azrael asked as Panthra responded “Heh, not far… Across the street infact… I suggest you just take it, they don’t listen to reason, take it and run the hell out” he said as Azrael peaked his head out the back seeing a large man in another shop with a little kid that sold toys. ”Fi-Fine…” he said as Azrael walked out of the shop towards the other shop looking in for a moment at the large man at the desk messing with a toy, apparently modifying it, while the little kid played with toy shinobi ordering them around with a brand new looking head set. Making his way inside he could already hear the kind playing “Alpha Alpha, infiltration south of the dunes! Is that right? Good job ninja move to ambush.” using military terms.

The large man looked up at Azrael “Ey Taro, calm down… We have a customer, good evening sir…” said the man as Azrael approached the man “Um I believe there is a mis-understanding, apparently that boy stole another man’s headset.” he said as the large man looked angry “No… We have the receipt!” he said pulling it from underneath the counter as Azrael indentified, it giving it back apologizing as he left. Storming back into the other shop he’d stare at Panthra with a mean look “Did you get the head set?” he asked as Azrael responded in anger “No! Cause it wasn’t your to begin with! Don’t screw with me!” Azrael said as Panthra jerked backwards slightly scared by Azrael’s anger.

“Fine. I needed a new one ok?” he said reaching into his pocket and pulling out an older head set placed it in his ears turning it to specific channel “Red. We’ve got someone looking for Abbadon. Is he in the Ghetto…” asked Panthra getting a response “Ugh, he’s extremely large and some occasions carries and coffin with himself….” he said as he’d get a response “Ye-Yeah… We found him…” Panthra said looking up at Azrael “He’s in the ghetto district… Meet red at the ghetto/middle region district” he said as Azrael would thank Panthra. Misa turned to Azrael saying “I hope you find him, I have to get back to work…” she said with a half and hour gone by. As Azrael shook her hand and she left off to the library.

Azrael made his way quickly to the middle district which was middle poverty line, the people were commoners. They were much quieter than the merchant’s district and seemed calm, not excited, just calm. Azrael saw a man in front of a sigh which said ‘Proverty District’ upon it. Walking forward he’d greet the man saying “Are you Red?” he asked. “Yeah, Master Red of the Grand Masuda Gang… We have a watchful eye around these parts… come with me…” he said as Azrael followed the man as the houses slowly looked as they decreased in value, people laying along the streets homeless, houses made of tin metal, making their way through, he was told that Abbadon was in the nearby bar, which was partically large, though seemed inactive. “Many people are afraid of this guy, which is why its empty… If you go in you’ll be indentified immediately, we were able to track him down for this reason.” he said as Azrael would take a deep breath and exhale preparing himself.

As he’d open the front door of this large bar with a row of stools across the counter for people to sit, a large selection in the bar area, and old wooden tables within as well. This bar was particularly old though sturdy looking. It’s rectangle shape looked similar to a hallway as the sounds of footsteps could be heard outside, of people listening to what was going on inside, shocked that Azrael would enter the bat with such a man inside. Azrael didn’t look around the bar yet, though as he scanned it he saw someone off on the other side as he slowly walked towards them.

"Was this the man?!"

[/i]

[Satu Akira]

"A Fake?!"

Azrael stood still for a moment as he’d glare off at the man on the other side of the room he saw a man in a large black cloak sipping a bear as the bartender cowered behind his counter. As the man sat in the stool he’d his legs would reach the floor, indicating the intense height. Walking forward with a slight hesitation in his step he’d stop 10 feet away from the individual with a hood covering his face. Hearing the footsteps of Azrael the man turned slowly towards him. The man had long black hair, a scar across his face and even weirder, eyes of red with three dots. “ You’re bold to get this close to me. Though are you sure that’s smart?” said the man as Azrael’s eyes narrowed, the crowd outside grew restless crowding outside, their voices blocking all inside sound.

“You can never be sure about anything. I want that power… You know the one in which I speak of” Azrael said as the man would chuckle “Ow?! What makes you think that I am inclined to give it to you?! Honestly… I don’t think a weak spit of human life such as yourself can handle it…” spoke the man as Azrael would smirk “Fine… What do I have to do?” he said as the man would take his cup and throw it at the bartender who cowered even further behind the table. “Tch, who said I’d give you anything” said the man as Azrael would see the man peaking over the counter. Dammit, I can’t fight… Too many people to watch he said to himself as the man stood up and began to walk towards him

Wah, what do I do?! he thought to himself as the man closed his eyes and something odd occur the red eyes with the black dots around it slit out of place revealing a brown eye Azrael’s eyes widened as he’d smirk even harder “Heh, contact lenses for a dramatic effect huh?!” he said as the man would quickly raise his hand to his eye and in a panic reposition it. The bartender behind the counter murmured “Wait… Your eyes are fake… You’re not Abbadon…” the bartender said as Azrael was taken into a shock of paranoia “I AM ABBADON!” the man said throwing a kunai at the bartender, in which missed causing him to cower even lower. The man would run towards Azrael with his right arm up aiming for a right hook which caused Azrael to duck.

The man pushed up with his right knee, a highly predictable move, though as for a normal person not so, the knee struck Azrael as he’d flew backwards, the knee hitting him in the chin, checking his mouth he was uninjured, though it was a close call, the man ran towards Azrael as he fled to an open area, the outside, running out of the bar he’d scream “Ugh, someone stop this guy!” dashing out as the crowd separated as Azrael feel to the ground nearly stomped with the guy’s left foot as he’d roll right and then backwards to get on his feet as he’d say “Red… This guy is a fake!” he shouted as the crowd began to talk amongst themselves surrounding the two “A fake?” “No… it looks like the real thing… ” another said as the bartender ran out “His eyes are fake he isn’t Abbadon!” as the man looked back with a mean look the man ran back inside of his bar to hide.

What that wasn’t for dramatic effect? Abbadon’s eyes are like that?! he thought to himself as the man would grunt “Come on coward!” the man called out waving Azrael to attack “Ugh… No thanks…” he said with an intimidated smile rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand standing 15 feet away from Abbadon and in the center of a town court, a circular one in the Ghetto with a bar directly behind the man and the place surrounded by tin houses and trash. The people dressed in close class attire and seemed to not be afraid anymore at the words this one wasn’t truly Abbadon. The fake Abbadon stood angrily with his hood down as he’d reveal a four kunai from his pouch, holding it in his right hand as he’d begin to take aim.

[Spamato]

As the intimidating man prepared throw his four kunai he was blind sided from the right. The common throwing position of the pointy knives required you sort of "wind" your arm up, you shoulder flexed inward. This meant you could look around behind your left shoulder quite easily but turning your head to the right you don't get as much visibility. This gave a pretty good opening and so like stated earlier..he was blind sided. Three kunai, poorly thrown in haste two dug into man's right shoulder, the other barely skinning his knee. The man's arm would go limp dropping his kunai. One of the knives must have hit something important..very lucky.

There Takeda stood, blank faced as usual pulling his head band from his pocket. He would hastily tie it to his forehead, to let people know one of the fighting phycos at least had a license for this sort of thing. His skeletal and wiry body was hunched over, a large and very menacing gauntlet attached to his left arm. In his right hand was one more kunai, hanging loose in his hand. "This is my day off." Was all he said, before vanishing in a gust of sand. [1/3] He new position was amongst the crowds, where he would burrow under ground using his favorite technique. 'Dochuu Eigyo' The large man stood still, searching for the ninja..his arm was bleeding quite a bit. Then came another Takeda favorite, 'Shinjuu Zanshu' The man would be pulled under ground in one very strong pull. He needed to use both hands due to the sheer size of the man. The man submerged in earth up to his neck the kunai in his shoulder had been popped out when they came in contact with the earth. They didn't get in to deep it seems. The man struggled futility, enraged.

Takeda would reemerge a mere six feet from his new captive and retrieve his kunai wordlessly. Looking out to the crowd he shrugged. "Somebody will come for him later I guess. Just uh..watch his teeth" He would approach the attacked man, purely out of text book etiquette. "Are you hurt? Does he have friends? Would you feel safer inside? Money for booze?" He shot the questions off at rapid speed, making no eye contact. He wanted to relax today...

Doton - Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu (Double Suicide Decapitation Technique)
Rank: "D" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu / TaiJutsu
Effect: A technique where the user hides within the ground for a brief moment to surprise attack the opponent from under ground.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: The user takes the time to push into the ground by using their Earth Release. The user pushes into the ground quickly so that to be used against the opponent later on. The user at this point can not neccessarily move within the ground at this moment, but the user does know by feel of when an opponent is right above. When an opponent is right under the user reaches up to take the opponent and drag them back down to the ground in one fell swoop without movement or notice. The opponent is unable to move for one post and the user is capable of slamming out of the ground with one movement.
Limit: Needs the Earth Release
Doton - Dochuu Eigyo (Underground Fish Projection)
Rank: "C" Rank
Skill: NinJutsu
Effect: By using the similarity of Doton - Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu (Double Suicide Decapitation Technique) the user is capable of moving through the earth and all around.
Special: "Handseals" before performing
Drawback: Can not be used through Sand
Description: The user uses the basic Doton - Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu (Double Suicide Decapitation Technique) as they slam down into the ground. Doing so the user is capable of moving about within the ground capable of rising, singing and capable of pushing through the very ground in multiple types of ways. This type of attack may be used so then the user may move away from the very opponent and attack at the moment's notice.
Limit: Needs the Earth Release, Must have knowledge of the Doton - Shinjuu Zanshu no Jutsu (Double Suicide Decapitation Technique)

[Satu Akira]

"Saved by the bell"

[/i]

Azrael prepared himself for a typical dodge as someone appeared from no where and apprehended the man. What? Who is he? he asked himself with a short inner relief as the fake Abbadon began to bleed as the the person disappeared into the ground then underground. Woah, ninjutsu... he thought to himself looking at the fake Abbadon as he'd quickly be pulled into the ground. His eyes wide in excitement at the sight, a relief for Azrael. As the sand shinobi appeared six feet from the man before asking ""Are you hurt? Does he have friends? Would you feel safer inside? Money for booze?"" asked the shinobi in a barrage of questions. Azrael would respond like any person would if they were attacked "A little shocked he attacked me, though I'll be alright" he said rubbing the back of his neck deeper, the sand shinboi was taller than himself in a dressed up classy manner. I need to get out of here and re-think everything. I am too restricted at the moment... I've got myself in a corner, I need to re-think my plan, I need to get out of here... Though, if I can get into the village somehow... It'd make my research even more clear... though much more watched. I could train there safely... Though would they let me leave? he said realizing the situation. "Excuse me, sand shinobi... How rich are dojos within Sand... Are there any distinguishable fighting styles from there?" he asked not knowing if going to the village was worth his time. He'd stand silently waiting for a response his large black cloak with silver seams covered everything but his face.

[Spamato]

"My villages tajutsu?" He was sort of nervous about giving information about his village..it's a head on stick crime last he checked. Seeing nobody around he shrugged, some very vague bits of information couldn't hurt. "I'm more of a ninjutsu guy my self..I never knew we had any famous fighting styles. I have heard of that mist place though, run by monks the rumors say." Takeda removed his head band, as he cleaned his kunai on his ragged kimino. "Personally I don't even see why you would wanna be a ninja. The pay sucks, you gotta be secretive all the time, mortality risks. Hell..after I get drunk enough I'm thinking of asking my kage about quitting..I figure if he is going to kill me I at least be so wasted I don't feel the guillotine close around me." He put his kunai away and inspected his 500 Ryo in drinking money, looking at the deserted bar with a look of longing and almost desperation. "See ya guy, good luck with your training." He would then approach the bar, turning his back on the man.

[Satu Akira]

"Sand... not infamous?"

[/i]

The words seemed to strike Azrael in a hard spot as even the Sand shinobi confirmed it. Sand isn't the ideal place to begin my search... he thought to himself as the fake Abbadon fainted while dug into the dirt, possibly from the loss of blood. "Personally I don't even see why you would wanna be a ninja. The pay sucks, you gotta be secretive all the time, mortality risks. Hell..after I get drunk enough I'm thinking of asking my kage about quitting..I figure if he is going to kill me I at least be so wasted I don't feel the guillotine close around me." spoke the shinobi putting his Kunai away as Azrael responded with a smile "Wow... that seems like a pain, I suppose I am fortunate for not inspiring to become one." Azrael said as the shinobi inspected his money entering the bar with his final words being ""See ya guy, good luck with your training.", What my training? His words... How would he know that I inspire on training, could be have made that analysis just through my words? No, word must've gotten back to Sand. They wouldn't accept me without me knowing and that Sand shinobi was still restrictive with his words. No matter... he said to himself as he'd wave at the shinobi with his right hand and walk towards the direction he came, to the middle district.

Though as he'd made his way towards the direction he'd came in from Red approached him "So how'd it go?!" Red asked. "Didn't you see, the guy was a fake..." he said walking through the Ghetto with Red at his side, "Listen, I'll talk to my guys and we'll see if what we can do with our 'connections'" Red emphasized telling Azrael to wait where he was. Azrael stood outside of a small home but largest home in the Ghetto area, which had a tin roof and a door that's creak could be heard in the midst of all the people walking about the streets. Azrael stood at the edge of the stairs sitting on the lowest one as people walked past, the street that was wide enough to support 1 1/2 car.

[👺 Usiel]

The rustling sand, the soft feel against one's feet. It was time for a drink, something hard, something rough, something to put hairs along a man's chest. That was the time, i twas needed. As the gentle winds brushed by the warrior of the Sands moved along as he sighed ever so gently continuing forth, moving, smiling within, feeling, wondering, thinking about how the exams went along.

Through the days, through the loving beautiful day a warrior slowly walked on through. A small smile came across his face as he chuckled some to himself. He would move on through as the heat beated down against his armor that covered his whole body like that of a Shogan warrior. The great beast snake slithered beside the warrior as he continued to walk looking around trying to find the right place to go to.

The Shogan armor attached to the young man gleemed slightly. The large six bladed sword stayed against the armor along his back. His Katana and Watizashi stayed along his right hand side. Staring forward he continued to walk down the large way, wanting to reach the first person. "Sir" he would speak softly as he would come to a stop. "We need to speak" he said calmly taking in a deep breathe, this was not the man that they were searching for but it was best to get this young man first, and handle the situation with him, then deal with the one that may prove to be a problem.

"I have gathered information about you wishing to enter the village of sand." he would say softly as his eyes closed some, before he quickly opened them, having the eyes of the devil. His presence was non violent, he just needed some answers. "I need to ask some questions first."

[ryo]

...and he'd fall from the heavens.

Well, not exactly from the heavens. He'd make his descent more or less from the rooftop of a building. The specific spot on which he would land was pretty obvious. Only minutes earlier he'd be perched upon steel roof tiles, crouched down on one knee. Gazing down upon the tourists and citizens, he was in search of a certain someone: Kazekage-sama. See, the boy was asked to do a mission with the leader of the hidden sand village. They were visiting the capital to ask some people a few questions. However, Yahiko hadn't the slightest clue on who these people were, nor what they looked like. So he'd wait atop one of the buildings, his emerald eyes scanning the area.

Eventually, he spotted a rather large snake following close behind a man with a huge sword resting on his back. "Hmph...", he spoke under his breath. Obviously, it was the Kazekage. With the location confirmed, he'd rise up from his crouched position. And with a sigh escaping his lips, he'd leap down towards the man. Only airbourne for a matter of seconds, he'd land hard right next to the fellow. Despite his momentum causing him to slouch on impact, he'd only remain like that for a moment. He'd rise nonetheless, and give the Kazekage a glance. Then his eyes would be drawn to the fellow in front of him, who the Kazekage was apparently talking to. This must be one of them..., he thought as he gazed at the fellow, sizing him up. Yahiko would refrain from speaking. Instead he'd keep his eyes on the unknown person. The medics job wasn't wasn't to talk to the man. Yahiko was only here as backup for the Kazekage, should things get a little rough.

[Satu Akira]

(( @ Heero: I don't know how you knew who I was... Oh well. Also the way wasn't large and lastly I do not know what appearance to follow because you describing isn't detailed and it doesn't match your BIO. So I will go with only what you mentioned.))

“Surprise? Was this event inevitable?”

Azrael continued to sit on the lower stairs of the porch, his eyes fixed forward, zoning out into oblivion. His arms rested on his knees as he’d lean forward slightly with a soft breeze over head, it was still around 2:00 that afternoon. He wore a dark maroon or otherwise seen a black cloak, with golden/red seams that ran down its edges and upon the back a hood. The tip of a hilt could be seen behind the head point to his left side and underneath the cloak a book bag and two pouch on his left and right side. He had nothing visible linking him to a village, having the items that anyone could pick up a true weaponry or item shop. The area wasn’t the cleanest one, people walked around in ragged clothing in the medium size streets that the locals referred to as the “Ghetto district”. The house behind Azrael was the largest one in the district, though compared to the upper classing district it was the size of a living room. The rest of the homes were either smaller or made of wood and sheets of tin metal.

As the man known as Red went about his business in the house, somehow this person (Heero) knew exactly where to find Azrael, as Heero made his way into the “Ghetto District” the locals would look at him in astonishment, of course the people hadn’t known the man by his face, though they did notice the large snake at the man’s side. He wore an armor that covered his entire body, much like that of a soldier who would normally carry a large sword in combat. Azrael still hadn’t noticed as the people in the streets forced themselves inside of any nearby buildings as the large snake had taken 2/3 of the available space of the road, the men of the homes peaking outside of their homes silently, the chatter of teeth and their heart beats pulsing as the women and children hid towards the back of the small homes, which wasn’t that far to get to, though safer than the doorway. The voices in the area grew silent as the people who walked and sat along the streets feared for their lives. They spoke in low tones to one another “Daddy is that a bad man?” a little boy asked his father as his father looked back into the confines of his tin home “I don’t know, go hide Ryo” he said in a low tone, the people didn’t even bother to spot a forehead protector, fleeing at the sight of the snake.

The sound of silence and the clacking of armor brought attention to Azrael as he’d glance over slowly at the man walking towards him with a snake beside him, his eyes widened as he’d identify the man who wore an armor that covered his entire body, its color slued by the sun. His eyes widened at the sight of the giant head of the snake, his pupils shook as he’d identify the man with many sword upon his back and smile upon his face. He sat still, silent, not knowing exactly what to do, the sands moved slowly across the land as the winds stopped. Red already identifying the man fled out the back window silently making his own escape, seeing it was an odd person. As the person came to a halt Azrael’s tongue would wet his lips in a shocked manner. “ Sir” the voice called out as Azrael said in a low shocked tone after clearing his throat “Y-Yes?”.

“ We need to speak” spoke the man as Azrael would quickly slide to his left moving to five feet away from the man, not an odd action considering the stunning outer appearance of the man and his snake. What the hell? Who is this guy… Why does he want to speak to me?! he asked himself as he’d stumble on a few words responding “What? Why… Wh-Who are you?” he asked as the man continued with his words. “ I have gathered information about you wishing to enter the village of sand. ” said the man as Azrael opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the man’s words “ I need to ask some questions first” said the man as Azrael would realize that this man could be a sand shinobi “A-Are you a sand shinobi?” asked Azrael as he’d glance at the giant snake beside the man as his eyes remained widened his pupils shaking and small. People continued to gaze onward as Azrael sat on the opposite side of the porch steps still shocked.


Continuing to look towards the man before him a person could be seen up in the air as he’d look up abruptly as the person landed beside the man before him, the person would glance up at the other man as if he knew him. This person (Yahiko) wore casual clothing with gloves and a forehead protector upon his head. Its obvious, it’s a shinobi squad… Though where is the other?! he thought to himself glancing around abruptly as he’d stare at the two people before him. A team of two? No… Is the last one hiding? he thought to himself as he’d continue to stare onward as he’d lift his right hand slowly “S-Sand shinobi is this man with you?” he asked pointing at the man with the armor, wanting to confirm his thoughts. As he’d lift his arm to point it’d reveal part of his martial arts clothing and the bandages on his forearms.

[👺 Usiel]

Alright, I don't know if I should post. You been bitching about me posting for awhile and I finally fucking post. Then you start complaining? Oh because I found you? Well shoot how about I go searching then and have you wait even longer, then find you, look in the bingo book and just kill you. Then you complain about the appearance? No one gives a fuck about appearance...at all, ever. Only thing that matters is if people use Jutsus that are not supposed to be there, or Weapons not supposed to be there.

[Satu Akira]

((This isn't the place to release steam Heero and I care about the appearance, why? Because its not a proper way to RP without it. Also, I look nothing like I did in the B.I.N.G.O book my facial, hair, attire, sword position, anything that I usually do is changed. So unless you have an IC reason to know then there is no possible way, I will delete this post soon after you seen my response we are waiting for Spamato to response. Also, I believe it was only fair of me to say something since I have been waiting for over five days, with "I'm going to post soon" even before that I was waiting on you.))

[👺 Usiel]

Get the fuck out. Not going to RP with an anal person like you. You will never find the Village of Sand.

[👺 Usiel]

The young warrior looked at the man. He did not know who he was, he did not know this man. Taking in a deep breathe his eyes narrowed along the man as he clenched his fist together. His neck slowly cracked to the left as he began to hear the words of the young man. He remembered what Nirashi had told him. He remembered what was needed of this man.

"Yes, I will make this simple and to the point. I regret to inform that you are not allowed within the hidden village of Sand. You are not trusted, you are simply a person that wishes access to a secret, or a capability within the Sand Village, and such information may not be passed out to anyone." he said calmly as he watched the movements of the young man. "I understand this is not exactly the answer you wish, but this is what we have." he slowly shuffled along his feet as he began to turn around, slowly to begin to walk away. "You see you wish to enter a dojo found within the Village of Sand, perhaps we will move the Dojo to the Capital, but until then you are incapable of learning from our village." with that, he slowly stretched with one arm. During this whole time he never introduced himself, he needed to just get in, give out the answer, and leave. There was nothing else that was needed to say. Hopefully the young man would search somewhere else and not try to enter. "Please, try to village of Leaf, or I believe the village of Grass. I hear they have dojos that you are looking for" with that he would then slowly walk away, without turning his back from the man.

(I know I took awhile, just was working on something and was not on today.)

[disco]

Takeda, a man with no physical sensation paired with emotion stared down his sake cup. His natural ability to become a drunken killing machine in just one sip...a rare occasion where his body is assaulted with all the senses the average person has attached to the emotional spectrum. He was about to go for the oblivion seeking sip that would end with him hung over beat up and in the capital jail house. Hence why he told the guard Tuesday, when the court house opens and they would let him out after he sobered up. Just as the cup came to his lips he over heard the conversation going on just three feet from him. People had rushed in suddenly and now there were talks of giant snakes and men in crazy samurai armor. Putting down his cup slowly that familiar tinge of fear came up. The only bodily emotion he felt not intoxicated. Irrational fear or not he just couldn't imagine any kage of any village cut a ninja loose.

Still, this was a golden opportunity. In the event he did piss the powerful man off he only had him and a giant snake to worry about...not great odds but better than half the village gennin under one roof taking missions. So with that in mind the ninja of Suna got up from his chair, birthday drinking frenzy on hold. He walked out the bar, finding the man he had buried unconscious and children throwing rocks at him. His kage, back to the weak man he had saved was walking away. He would run after him, pulling his head band back out clumsily as he hastily tied it to his forehead. How else would he know who he is? He called out in a most irresponsible manner. "Hey Kazekage, sir!" His tone was flat, by default of course. As he approached the man we would attempt one of his smiles. His teeth bared at the man, his cheeks not moving with it...didn't look much like a smile. he knew it creeped most out but it's all he had to work with. "I need to ask ya something, sir. It's about my employment as a Suna ninja, I'd like to retire."

[Satu Akira]

"Fate or a dream crushed..."

[/i]

As Azrael continued to stare onward the Kazekage would simply stare down upon him. As the kage took a deep breath Azrael would watch silently wondering what the person would say next, with an answer the man would begin to discuss the results of his request.
Yes, I will make this simple and to the point. I regret to inform that you are not allowed within the hidden village of Sand. You are not trusted, you are simply a person that wishes access to a secret, or a capability within the Sand Village, and such information may not be passed out to anyone." spoke the man as Azrael's eyes would no longer show shock, but a slight disappointment glancing at the man beside the shinobi who gave him bad news he'd quick in that moment. Not trusted, on what grounds was that idea formed. My speech was perfect, I spoke as a true traveler would, those words were genuine as well, I truly did want to study martial arts with in the Sand village. he said to himself as he'd stare blankly as his thought was interrupted by the man's breathing, the world around him was silent, he only heard the faint sounds of breathing, he was in a trance as he'd gaze up at the man who continued to speak.

"I understand this is not exactly the answer you wish, but this is what we have." said the man as Azrael would sigh "Heh, I was hoping for a little more attention though, it can't be helped, I realized that shinobi have always been secretive, though... I didn't expect my chances to be gone so quickly. Thanks for coming here anyways, from whatever location..." said Azrael appreciating the formal response of a shinobi instead of a messenger in a letter, letters always did have less of an impression on a person than actually meeting someone. As the man turned to walk away Azrael simply stared, wondering how exactly the snake managed to get turned around though that was no big thing, because it apparently somehow did. Maybe it was fate... I did have second thoughts... Though it would've been beneficial to learn the style there, though my actions are becoming more known in the Capital, I must keep my renown as a low as possible at this point, while I continue to search for the man, I learned a lot here. Maybe this was a sign to look elsewhere... he thought to himself as he'd sigh, wiping a small drop of sweat from the right side of his forehead as the man continued to walk away with the words "Please, try to village of Leaf, or I believe the village of Grass. I hear they have dojos that you are looking for" said the man as Azrael perked up with a smile "Tha-Thanks..." spoke Azrael with a small smile. Thanks for the reminder, sand shinobi, there are plenty of other villages to go, since Sand is a powerhouse, going to the smaller ones would be more beneficial... he thought to himself.


As the man grew further away he noticed the man from before emerging from the bar I see, so he was the third member of the team, wow the sand shinobi are clever! I never would've thought... he said to himself as the man approached the Kazekage. "Hey Kazekage, sir!" said the shinobi as Azrael's eyes widened, his stomach dropped to the bottom of his stomach as sweat dripped down his forehead. The... Kazekage?! he asked himself turning to the man walking away. The locals would begin to chatter "The Kazekage... here? Why? Who is that man?" asked one of the locals looking at Azrael as they'd continue to hide. Azrael would stand up slowly, his legs slight disabled by the sheer shock, he would continue to stare at the person walking away. So this is... The kage of sand... Everyone knows of his evils... He is still in power? he asked himself as he'd cough abruptly, stumbling off into the bar to grab a drink, the entire idea was slightly shocking.

Making his way into the bar it was filled with people unlike before, though they were quiet. "What can I get ya?" the bartender asked as Azrael murmured. "A glass of water please..." he said taking a seat on the stool as the man continued to lay uncontentious in the ground. As the bartender got him his drink he'd simply stare at the reflection in the water. I-I-I was approached by the kage of sand, this explains everything, those two people must be his personal body-guards... That means their power probably matches or exceeds my own. Thi-This... Was a close call and fate was on my side. Though why would the kage come all this way just to deny me, is he really that ballsy? he asked himself as he'd continue to ponder why.

[ryo]

Hearing the kazekages words, the yung medic would give off a slight sigh. With a nod to the man, he'd vanish in a gust of wind.

Exi//

[👺 Usiel]

The young warrior heard the young ninja speak to him. The large like snake glared forth at the man as he listened to the words. He knew it was true, this man wanted to quit, he did not wish to be there. With those words he slightly nodded some asking him to follow without speaking actual words. Turning around he would continue to walk away, leaving the area, he did not wish to speak here, not in front of others. Perhaps alone, or with others that can be trusted. "Walk with me, speak with me" he would say softly. "Let me know what is going on, but please not here" he continued "I have things to finish up for the Village, a little company is fine." he said with a smile really, not upset in any way.

Exit.

[Satu Akira]

.]Exit Temp