Takigakure Lore

[addy-hime ♥]

[style=width: 310px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]Although Ayaka had been fairly vocal up until this point, she did not respond to Gunjar's comments any further. She realized that his made was made up, at least for now; there was no use arguing when the King and Queen could do a better job. She nodded to him slightly and watched him walk through the doors, then turned and went about her business. After all, it was her job now to see to the Nuke-nin's food preparation.

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I looked curiously toward the door as it opened and a large man proceeded to enter, followed closely by an equally gigantic dog. Well, I thought aimlessly, blinking, it looks more like a polar bear. I broke eye contact with the creature when suddenly a gruff voice was introducing the shinobi and, without further ado, directly accusing us of the deaths that occurred in the village. Was there even a good way to answer this? I thought back to all the faces I had looked into as I explained the situation in excruciating detail—as truthfully as possible—because I learned very quickly they would not settle for niceties.

I had no choice to find out if this method would work with him, too. My lips parted as my husband stepped in front of me, his body seeming to swell as if to look more intimidating. He was going to be brutal, but not in the way I thought would work. I had no time to stop him, so I continued to watch the scene unfold, tension mounting in my stomach until I felt I would be sick. Asato bade the servants to leave and I stiffened further, awaiting the inevitable violence that would ensue.

Oh, I wasn't disappointed. Actually, I kind of felt like facepalming or perhaps even throwing up my hands and walking away, a reaction similar to my husband's when he saw the Nuke-nin. Was that the game today, see who could make the stupidest decisions? Your people were slaughtered so the rest could be more easily obedient dogs. I couldn't help myself; my eyes had widened and a nervous, jittery laugh forced itself from my lips.

That was about the same moment that I heard a cry from behind me. Thankful for the reprieve I turned around and eyed up the girl, who seemed to be struggling to sit up. I moved over to her quickly and reclaimed my position on the edge of the bed, using both my hands to hoist her shoulders and slowly lever her into a sitting position. "Are you alright?" I asked her, and then turned to stare back at the two men. I could not remain silent for this entire fight, unfortunately. "What he says is true, Gunjar Sheng-Inuzuka. Your people were killed to give us leverage to rule, but it was not by our hand ... nor was it even by our request. A man did this to you so that he might have control over us, too. It was I who decided to take head of the village, although it meant falling into his hands; if we had not, he would have slaughtered you all."

I closed my eyes, feeling colder than usual, perhaps paler too. I didn't know how he would respond, but I knew my husband could handle the various situations. Even a giant dog was useless against Kusanagi if it came down to it. Instead, I focused my attention more fully at the girl in my arms. "You're safe now."[/style]

[Gunjar]

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One answer was unexpected, the explanation of everything took a mere few sentences to put the puzzle together...It was that simple?! It was that easy?! His people's lives meant so little?! Teeth grit as Gunjar literally snapped at the air as if he was a ruthless guard dog, angered by an invading force. A strong forward step was taken, leaving one leg in his former position, a power stance held as he began to burn an aura of rage, Validus doing the same, snarling as a bit of saliva fell from his occasionally opening maw. Ignoring the other foreigner in the back of the room [Summer] Gunjar spat back at the man, his words seeking to match vile with vile!

"Little kitten of a cunt, I'll maul you to pieces!"

A fraction of a second from lunging forward and seeking to sink his teeth into the man's throat...Gunjar found himself hesitating, what if those who questioned these leaders lost another of their already dwindling count? What if Gunjar died in this room this day for no reason, but a quick burst of rage of vengeance...His people needed him now more than ever. But, the hesitation only lasted until the pink haired girl spoke out, better explaining the situation, though it did little to soothe Gunjar or Validus for that matter. Though it wasn't enough, it wasn't what he wanted to hear, sure it was the truth, but he couldn't help, but want to deny the fact that his people had been slaughtered, massacred for such little meaning!

Slashing at the open air Gunjar sought to release some frustration through physical and verbal means. "No, they couldn't have been killed for something so meaningless! And you did what? Accept what this man offered you?! IT MAKES YOU NO BETTER! Every dog knows to bite the hand that feeds it if it seeks to poison them!" Chomping at the air once more Gunjar tensed up his body, his muscles flexing as sweat and rage poured from his pores. If things could have gone any further down hill than this, Gunjar would be rather surprised.

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[Comatose]

[style=width: 350px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify;][style=float: right; margin-left: 8px;][/style]"She's correct you know," I spoke briefly before turning my gaze from the yelling man, attempting to forget all the debris that exploded from his maw as he yelled. "We didn't do anything. In fact, we're all at the mercy of him. I'm sure some of your comrades who survived told you of that man. He's the one who killed everyone and set everything into motion".

It was difficult for an ailing man to see the logic in anything, especially for one so eager to cast blame. I could understand how he wanted to blame something for the situation he and his people were in, and I sough to divert that to that man — the real cause of everything. In fact, under the evils that man has done our swooping in and pretty much offering to help the village looked saintlike.

"After all that bloodshed, we took up the mantle of running the show, to help you and your people. I would think you would show a little more appreciation. And you misunderstand our situation when we were presented with the option. There was no offer, no. It was an order, where the alternative was death ourselves."

I slowly walked away from the man, never really breaking my gaze from his as I took the side of my wife, standing by her while taking a quick glance at the nuke-nin girl upon the bed.

"Gunjar Sheng-Inuzuka, if you really are a man of the people, wanting to help everyone who has suffered and is suffering, you'll help us bring this village back from the brink before it's too late."
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[superguest2]

Daisuke found himself on the ground floor of the palace. It had been some time since Daisuke found himself back in Takigakure and he was surprised to see just how much it had changed. Even from the rural farmland he had retired to he had heard about the recent change in leadership in the village. Having left the shinobi way of life behind him shortly after graduating the academy he couldn’t help, but feel like now was a good a time as any to come back. Unsure whether he should set up an official meeting with the new king and queen or simply resume his life as a shinobi, he opted to just do the latter. Having to set up a formal meeting just seemed more trouble than what it was worth and really who cares about some formalities anyway?

The palace was looking nice though and Daisuke whistled to himself at all the grand architecture. As he approached a lone woman standing behind a desk he motioned towards his headband as if that was enough. As if on cue the hostess motioned him towards a billboard which he promptly made his way over to and inspected. Some things had changed, but missions still existed. Kage’s had to get that cheddar too. Daisuke ripped off the first notice that caught his eye and tossed it on the desk in front of the hostess. He grinned at her as he said, ”I’ll give this a whirl. Not sure what praying is going to do when some guy is saying hi to his guts after a katana to the stomach, but what the hell. Maybe I will be struck by divine inspiration, heard that’s pretty cool.” Daisuke then made his way out, whistling as he went.

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True Loyalty
Rank: D
Description: If one wishes to prove themselves loyal to Takigakure's cause, then it is natural for them to prostrate themselves before the sacred Hero Tree. Go; pray to the tree for the village's protection, for strength, and for honor. With enough voices and conviction, perhaps it will hear our pleas.
Restrictions: 1+ Genin minimum. Unlimited.
Rewards: 25 EXP & 500 Ryo.

[EXIT]

[addy-hime ♥]

[style=width: 310px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]I vaguely noticed that the girl had gone limp in my arms again; a glance down to her confirmed my suspicion that she had passed out. It was probably from the lack of food, but if she could not stay conscious long enough to ingest some she would surely die ... unless we forced her to eat, of course.

It was hard to ignore the yelling from the man, especially since in his mannerisms he was very hound-like and annoying. A chihuahua, really.

"Indeed. Had we not become Takigakure's leaders, he would have destroyed us along with the remainder of your shinobi and citizens. While I agree that it was somewhat cowardly of us to give into his demands, it was also the best decision that could have been made at that time. Although we call ourselves 'King' and 'Queen,' we have no intention of ruling this place with an iron fist. Honestly, with how few people are left alive it's not even necessary. We seek to see Takigakure flourish. If you do not share that opinion—if you cannot act how my husband describes—you should leave this place."

There was an edge of anger to my voice, controlled and completely intentional. I was the exact opposite of this man in every way: small, calm, collected. Unfortunately for him I could also be intimidating when the time presented itself, where he could not. Not to us. I stood up from the bed and walked toward them, stopping at about the center of the room with a sullen frown creeping along my face. Once this conversation was over I knew I needed my medic to retrieve the girl and start her on manual feeding, a tiresome process but the only that would preserve her life.


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[Gunjar]

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"FUCK THAT, THIS IS NOT YOUR VILLAGE TO SAVE!" Chomping at the air once more, he paused for only a moment. The thing in everyone's mind that helped them stay in check was frantically reaching for anything, trying to soothe his rage. But, it did little to pause him as he turned slightly to his left, his side facing everyone in the room as he threw his arms along a table's length, sending platters, cups, etc. to the floor and opposing wall with ferocity. "Where is he? Give me his location. I'll track him down, I'll rip out his fucking throat!" Leaning against the table by now he'd fall to his knees, rage had been traded for sorrow.

Sobbing a small, bit he muttered out more words as Validus guarded his weakened friend. "This is not your village...You cannot...You will not just waltz in and try to heal what he's done. No, you're outsiders! For all I know you're just lying!" Eyes narrowed as he pulled himself to his feet, damp trails ran along his face, but the tears were on his black pants and the floor before him. "My people will heal, they'll grow stronger, they always do! But, I won't sit idly by and let things happen over their heads and out of their reach!"
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[LOOCH]

The Hanakora understood very well he was a mere small fish in a very big pond. Currently he safely swam in shallow waters of the ninja world, but truly he had no idea what waited for him in deeper depths of the shadows. He wasn't the type of kid to be ashamed of being considered naïve. The superpowers that existed beyond his feeble existence were yet to truly be seen. Because honestly believing is one thing, but visible proof is a whole other level. There were shinobi that literally could move mountains and part seas, but for him he was somewhat blind to it all. I mean lets not presume Ēderuwaisu is completely stupid, he knew others lived and guided themselves on the same path to power, that's why they became a shinobi, the only difference is the type of flower they bloomed into. So it wouldn't be too farfetched that there were living beings that could perform tasks that the human mind perceived as impossible.

Presently the youth was standing confidently upon the earth before a towering stone structure cardinal in tint. It was a edifice that most artistic minds would classify as exquisite, and he wondered if the two that now occupied its hallways were the pinnacle of power he wanted to be. His head was slightly angled upwards, while quiet violet optics surveyed the only construction that differed itself from the rest of Taki. A minor breeze would lazily flicker sweeping through, rustling nearby trees and shrubs while teasing at the white strips apart of his cloak causing them to lightly dance in the invisible element. 

Soon his dome shifted back to its normal positioning and his eyes now locked onto the mighty oak doors before them. The unique cloak that enshrouded his frame made the Hanakora come off as the mysterious type, when this knowledge was actually far from the truth. He was just a simple, yet very determined middle class citizen who chose to traverse the road of a ninja. Instead of being a florist like most of his family was accustomed to. Gliding up the stairs casually he beamed skyward noting the beautiful day Eiyuu Tsuri blessed them with. As his hands twisted the golden knob, he took a deep breath as he didn't have the slightest idea of what was to come as a result of his visit.

Ēderuwaisu had an agenda with his career, hell we all have agendas, but he was curious where did the King and Queen agenda fall? Did his ideals align with the direction they were going? With this country? And village? 

As he stepped into the receiving area it was no surprise that the pristine architecture on the outside had matched the inside flawlessly. He stood in awe only after his first few steps unaware of the young female servant posted at the finely crafted timber workspace.

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Just as quickly as he had entered Ēderuwaisu had left the premises, he had a goal in mind and purpose for his visit, but that had swiftly changed.

[Enter & Exit]

[Comatose]

It had been months since we had left our private section of the Royal Palace, the section dedicated entirely to the royal family. No one had seen myself or my wife during the entire period and various rumors had circled about on our whereabouts. However, the truth was quite simple and normal; we had took time to get away from the hassles of running the kingdom.

As I stepped out into what was the main audience chamber, I was greeted with varying bows and gasps, the surprise on my subjects face replied only with my own look of disdain. I always hated the idea of having 'subjects' and being 'royalty', no matter how much it I was told it seemed to suit my attitude. With a shooing wave, I took my seat upon what was my throne, and let out a slow yawn.

It didn't take very long for the first adviser to arrive, with varying subjects. Youka and I had temporarily allowed the advisers to make all the necessary decisions during our 'vacation' to avoid just this sort of hassle. Without the proper authorization there was almost nothing — from the mundane to the important, that could be gone ahead with in any kingdom of monarchical rule.

As I listened to what I could call incessant nagging, I waited for the eventual arrival of Youka.

[addy-hime ♥]

[style=width: 310px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]While perhaps it was true that Asato did a lot of relaxing during their hiatus, I had spent my time playing a much more fruitful dual role: loving wife and determined leader. I sent a copy of myself out into the world to do the messy job of recruiting help for this village, regardless of the fact that its inhabitants still longed to tear my throat out with their bare hands for what Kouketsu had done to their friends and family. It was a psychological wound that would never fully heal, no matter what my husband and I did to improve the quality of their lives . . . But I digress. My efforts turned out a plethora of mercenaries that were willing to protect this place with their lives; the cost of their occupation here was food and shelter, primarily from the law enforcement of their old homes, the likes of which many had transgressed against. It mattered not.

I stared up at the elegant design of our bedroom ceiling, memorizing once more the swirls in the plaster that I already knew by heart as I considered the suddenly swollen population of the village. I felt much safer now that at least a third of them worked for me, rather than against us, but I also knew this military presence would only serve to worsen the hatred of those who already wished to see their new rulers dead. "They'll never be able to truly hurt me, though," I whispered to myself. I noticed that my lips were dry and quickly moistened them, then cleared my throat as I sat up in bed, already fully clothed. This routine of locking myself away in the dark was dreary—depressing—but I knew not how to stop myself.

"I'm sick of this!" I heard myself grumble; as if on cue, my stomach made a growling noise and a wave of nausea swept over me, overwhelming in its intensity, as if I would drown. I gagged and leaned forward, practically shoving my head between my knees to keep the bile down. It worked, barely. The sweet scent of my hair, which enveloped my head like a waterfall was soothing enough to keep me from panicking even as my vision swam. Ever since the start of my recruitment I had been filled with this sense of abject terror, as if there was something wrong with my body that needed to be fixed. It was wrong in the way that the smell of death was wrong in a rose garden. I had yet to tell Asato of my fears, because the rational part of me recognized that this vessel had changed very much in just a short period of time. I managed to unlock the third stage of my new Sharingan, a feat that was applaud-able simply because of its previous dormant state. I had grown stronger.

I knew that as I sat there the clock was ticking past the seconds. I guessed that it had been at least fifteen minutes since Asato went out to the audience chamber, which meant that he had been anticipating my arrival for at least ten. I knew that if I did not go out there now he would worry, but I could not gather the energy to rouse myself from this half-fetal state; instead, I hugged my knees closer to my face and focused on the soft material of our comforter against my bare thighs. If I sat up, I would vomit. That much was certain.[/style]

[Comatose]

After a full fifteen minutes had passed it was call to be worried that something might have happened or been wrong. A dismissive wave shooed away the subjects that had come to plea about some issue or other as I got up to walk back to our private wing. As I walked the worst things flashed through my head, as they would for any one who was concerned over a love one — specifically my one love. I nearly tossed the door off it's hinges with my slamming of the door open, looking around frantically for Youka before finding finding her on the bed, safe.

"Thank god, I was worried for a second. . ----"

It was easy to see there had been something wrong, and I immediately rushed to my wife's side. My arms went about her small frame quickly, holding it tight to my own.

"What is wrong. .?" I spoke, clearly myself distressed, sensing that something was indeed wrong whether a physical ailment or something else. Again my head repeated that string of impossible possibilities, worried for the worst. I had made sure to use my abilities to close back our bedroom door from the possible prying eyes of the public.

[addy-hime ♥]

[style=width: 310px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify]Even though my husband's reaction was expected, my muscles still tensed uncomfortably when the door to our bedroom slammed open, probably leaving a mark in the wall behind it. I sucked in a short breath of air as I prepared for his inevitable concern, supposing that this was as good a way as any to breach the subject of my potential illness.

I did not look up at him, but it would not have been necessary to do so, as I could already picture the look on his face. Unfortunately, he made the very real decision to sit next to me and hug me close to him, compressing my diaphragm in a way that made the bile rise in my throat once more. I tipped my head back to stare up at him and I felt my eyes water as I held back the vomit, hoping that I would not have to start this conversation by spewing the remnants of my last meal on my beloved husband . . . Thankfully, the feeling resided and I was able to lift my arms, clinging childishly to his lanky-but-muscular, and oh-so-warm frame.

"For a few days now I've just been waking up and feeling really ill," I explained simply, unsure of how to communicate my distress. "It's a really foreign feeling. I don't know . . . all I know is that there's something wrong with me."

Truly, there were a million possibilities and I depressed me further to try to pinpoint which ones seemed more likely. I tried to occupy myself more often with my husband and the logistical side of leadership, a job I knew he did not approve of being that we were supposed to be on some pseudo-vacation. I argued that it was my Kage Bunshin, not me.

"What's wrong with me?" I practically sobbed all of the sudden. I felt my face grow hot from embarrassment as another wave of nausea hit me, forcing me to tighten my grip on him. My anchor. "I can't do this . . ." Amazing, really, that an ailment could do what no ninja had been capable of: take me down.[/style]

[Comatose]

I made sure to adequately secure my body to her own, making sure not to squeeze too tight. Not being anywhere near a medic-nin myself I could not discern what was making her feel ill, for there was nothing on the surface I could detect. I thought little more of what it could be and more on making her feel better. My lips went immediately to her forehead, kissing it gently before returning to the hugging position.

"Well, whatever is making you feel ill, will definitely have to be fixed then. We could get a Medic down here when you are feeling more up to it. I'm sure they could figure it out. ."

I almost felt as though I was babbling incoherently, clearly concerned for my wife's well-being and making her feel better. It was certain I looked like much of a fool, frantic, and likely not helping the situation out much.

"There is nothing 'wrong' with you, something is just making you feel ill. I am here as I will always be."

I would not contact a medic until she wanted me to, wanting to make her happy and feel better — wanting to make sure it was what she wanted. It had looked like today would not be our day of return after-all. Taki would just have to wait.

[addy-hime ♥]

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TAKIGAKURE LORE

"Taki, or Waterfall, is a village located within the Waterfall Country, a rather obscure and unknown area as of the Great War. Much like Kusa, it has been abandoned and declared off the grid by the Shinobi Alliance, though things have quickly changed as of lately. In terms of the village's appearance, Takigakure seems to be based on mostly Southeast Asian aesthetics."



IMPORTANT LINKS.

➝ Takigakure Gates. (point of interest)
➝ The Hero Tree. (point of interest)
➝ Royal Palace. (point of interest)
➝ Rise, Taki! (brotherhood rp)
➝ Washed Ashore. (brotherhood rp)
➝ Searching for Takigakure. (kouketsu's assault)



THE LEADERS.

➝ Uzumaki Clan. (npc, leaders)

[/i]. They came into possession of the village some time before the Yonbi attack in Kusa no Kuni and rallied its forces, helping to strike down and capture the bijuu with assistance from the Waterfall shinobi and several samurai. Their influence over Takigakure was enough to help its residents get on their feet again; unfortunately, they disappeared just as mysteriously as they came before the restoration was complete.[/ul]➝ Etsuko Youka & Len'autre Asato. (pcs, monarchs)

NOTABLE PLAYERS.

➝ Sabastian Clave. (pc, brother of the falls)

➝ Odou Oketsu. (pc, brother of the falls)

FUN FACTS.

➝ Population Size: ★✰✰✰✰
➝ Military Strength: ★★✰✰✰
➝ Economic Strength: ★✰✰✰✰
➝ Theme Color: Teal. (#008080)
➝ Birth place of Earth Grudge Fear.
➝ Hero Tree produces Hero Water.
➝ Has affinity for the Sanbi.



THE HISTORY.

➝ Arc One: Threads of Fate.

➝ Arc Two: Resurrection.

➝ Arc Three: Maturation.

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