Partial Understanding [P]

[Golden Crow]

What is this?!

[/b][/size][/color][/font]

The understanding of such an idea, the truth behind it all, the very belief. Hmph, so annoying. The day was as it always was; a simple cold, dark, and crude day in the rain. The usual, tsk. Why was it always the same? Why did it always have to rain while she lacked an umbrella; it always flustered her hair into a sloppy mess, and ruined the potential style she rather enjoyed, and contained upon most every minute. Slowly the young female continued to walk through the layers of sloppy mud, and sludge that formed as each droplet of confined moisture prolonged upon the ground once reaching the point of connection. Over, and over again the rain poured upon the ground; every few droplets splattering against the sides of her clothing, face, and upon her hair.

"Why must I be bothered with such a miserable existence? Why must I embrace such a cold world? Hmph, I should ruin those of others but what would come of the world I so seek? Hm...perhaps I'll understand it later,"

She pondered upon that statement for a few moments of time; each thought racing through her head as it squeezed, and clamped down into her mind. She never stopped walking however; she didn't seem to mind anything in front of her till she stepped onto a large puddle of mud; her right foot sinking into the depths of the crude mess, and soon her shoe seemed to vanish. Her boot was "eaten" by the mess of earth; this only proved to aggravate her further. Her eyes seemed to slowly arc down; her face growing red with anger, and as suddenly as she had stepped into it, she had changed.

"WHAT IS WITH THIS PLACE! I SHOULD BURN IT TO THE GROUND! TRY TO DIRTY MY SHOES THEN!,"

She nearly screamed at the tops of her lungs; her eyes had shifted, and warped into a endearingly increasing hatred red; a mixture of blood lust, and sheer hate all at once. It took her a few moments before she acted but she did so as any would; she nearly ripped, and grasped her leg from the confines of the creation of both. Her right foot now caked, dusted, and slathered in damp, and gooey mud. Anyone could see it on her face, she was ticked, and ticked off to the max.

[The Dude]

Rain fell from the sky but it hardly bothered Kiyoshi as he quickly travelled among the tree branches. He hated the rain and he hated the cold, but for all it's intent it would not delay his tracking of the kekkai and tenzo caravan. His core temperature had been raised almost absent mindedly to steam the falling rain as it approached him. He stepped lightly on the branches careful not to make the rookie mistakes of his past and leaving burning prints among the branches. In fact the sickening feeling of home sick had been greatly increased when he had seen the charred foot print he had left near the border of the country many years ago when he was much younger. Remarkable, to have lived so long and look back to see your own actions no matter how insignificant leaving their mark upon the world.

Looking ahead through the dim light that penetrated his tinted glasses he could sense the chakra of Masuyo and reinforced his theory about their destination. There was no doubt in his mind where they were headed now, for some reason the ame shinobi were gathering at the village. Kiyoshi wasn't invited, but there were hardly any parties that were 'invite only' these days.

He made a powerful leap clearing a particularly large gap between branches before landing powerfully on the thick wood of the next branch. He paused for a moment to take two or three deep breaths but before he could continue his pursuit a voice screamed out rage and anger. The source was close, and though Kiyoshi was eager to discover the intentions of his old allies this too could be part of the larger puzzle. Without further hesitation he quickly zipped across the foliage before coming to a stop upon a branch five meters above the ground but no more than fifteen meters from the girl.

"Something wrong?" he mused down to the girl he saw her foot clearly caked in the mud of the land. Even Kiyoshi didn't know if he was teasing her or sincere yet, the scene was rather comical and curious considering the level of anger she demonstrated at the mud. On one hand it seemed understandable that she would be so angry at ruining her obviously expensive and sleek clothes. On the other, she must have expected to get a little dirty travelling across the ground in such attire. "You really stepped into a mess haven't you?"

[Golden Crow]

What is this?!

[/b][/size][/color][/font]

Only turned once the male came into "hearing" view or simply within range; she didn't turn to face him or look at him at all or at least not yet. She kept the same annoyed, and ticked off look on her face for the entire duration of ten seconds or so.

"I just ruined my favorite pair of shoes; this friggin mud is killing my outfit!,"

She managed to shudder out with as much rage as she had done so earlier but without the loud voice, she was easily noticed as piss or enraged to abrupt levels but not as much as you might consider hostile; just a woman losing her favorite pair of garments to some poorly built, mud infested, and overly bothersome village of rogue idiots, and killers. Tsk, tsk. She gave the air a few more minutes to "clear out" and eventually turned to face the man; her eyes were dark-emerald green with an unusual tint following them as they moved to meet his. A soft hue of glowing green seen as well.

She seemingly moved to place her hand against the backs of her hips; a small sleeve of cloth could be seen. As well as a scroll of small size and status. Only a few inches long, and maybe an inch or two in width. Dark red in color, and made of rice paper as most were. A small white marking covering the face-slip of the item.

"So, do I know you by chance? I seem to know a lot of the people running around these parts for some reason; though its kind of strange,"

She asked the man with a soft link of tone; all while she slipped her hands down, and cupped the right side of the item in order to proceed with what she had in store. Once removed from the case, and placed into view by pulling it forward, and unrolling it in front of her chest. A range of three feet of rice paper could be seen; with a single dark red on white marking in the middle. A few circles of black, and a few segmented lines followed suit.

"Summoning Technique! Mobile Turtle Wardroom!,"

She announced half-serious, half-cocky in tone. As soon as she spoke; a small puff of smoke flooded the area around her, two or so feet was all that it took but it was enough to hide the initial summoning of the item. Only half-cleared by the time it meet the ground; a large wooden like creature flooded into view. A large wooden Turtle; half crafted metal, and the rest refined wood. It seemed as all other natural creatures but it could easily be told apart. No more then four feet off the ground; and around fifteen feet in length; a dark blue/sea green. Its jaw snapped open suddenly as it forced itself out of its shell. Locking into place directly in front of its body.

It nearly crashed to the ground, as the young female appeared upon its crafted shell. Seated firmly, and happily rested from the mirage of mud, and dirt that could touch her.

"ōkī its great to see you once more, lets see now....,"

She paused for a moment or so; as she did so. She slipped her hand into what seemed like a small hidden compartment among its shell. Her hand vanishing for a moment or so but quickly came back into view a moment later. She had removed a near-perfect copy replacement of her earlier worn shoes; with a quick pop, and a slip. She replaced the ones she had been wearing, and simply tossed them into the compartment amongst the others.

With her new shoes upon her feet, she stretched out her legs on ōkī's back, and simply enjoyed the moment.

SPOILER: Click to show

Ten dai ichi ni - ōkī kame (The First of the Ten - The Great Turtle)1
Rank: C
Size: 5 Meters; Sixty Four Pounds
Material: Wood
Slots: 30
Overview:
Ōkī kame or The Great Turtle is a unique little device, and the first of Omashu's selection of devices. Ōkī kame as its name suggests is based on a Turtle-like style. Completely ground based; this five meter sized creature actually weighs a little over sixty pounds despite its appearance. Made from thick overlapping wood, and small amounts of brass caked into its under-shell. Its head, and body operates very closely like a Turtles most basic defense, it is capable of extending, and retracting its neck, and limbs into its shell to provide superb defense usage.

Its body is a dark/deep blue, and green, and moves along four limbs or legs that are usually held against the ground. Inside of it shell, it offers a nifty unit that can be used to extend its shell, and force it to lift up to act like a shield for the Puppeteer that is currently controlling it. This makes Ōkī kame seem like a defensive unit, while that is the case. His entire outlook is a Great Defense holds no need for a Great Offense.

Cockpit - C [8 Slots]
Swimming Systems - C [8 Slots]
Fuuma Shuriken Launcher - C [8 Slots]
Wire Launcher - D [2 Slots]
Smoke Generator - C [4 Slots]

SPOILER: Click to show

Kuchiyose no Jutsu (Summoning Technique)
Rank: C
Type: Supplementary.
Range: -
Handseals: 3.
Chakra: Low - Massive.
Special: The cost of the summoning is relative to the item or creature\person in question. For instance, summoning weaponry (kunai, shuriken, senbon) would cost a "low" amount of chakra, while a large beast of a summon may cost a "high" worth of chakra.
Description: A powerful jutsu intended to call forth aid when in dire need, Kuchiyose allows a ninja to summon a a variety of entities and items meant to assist them in a dire situation. From people to animals, to inanimate objects such as weapons and items, these creations come forth out of thin air near-instantly after the seals are done and into the battlefield. Keep in mind each summoning in question requires a previous contract to be filled out. Finally, signing this contract also allows said summoning to be able to reverse summon the human ninja to their own location.
Domain: Universal Ninjutsu.

[The Dude]

She was a strange girl, taking her time to take control of her overall composure before she turned to look back at Kiyoshi. Her green eyes seemed both luminous and hazardous, and as she moved her hands behind her Kiyoshi watched intently for some hostility to manifest. It never did though. Instead she withdrew a small case for a scroll before asking if she knew Kiyoshi. Afterwards with a short summoning jutsu a strange turtle summon crashed to the ground.

Kiyoshi stepped off the branch of the tree walking perpendicular to the tree down to the ground before he stepped onto the ground. The mud steamed for a moment or two but it became arid dirt soon from the heat of contact with the shinobi and would crumble from his boots with every step he took. Now closer to about five meters to the manic yet seemingly polite girl he came to a stop and looked her over. She was a young blonde girl, with eerie green eyes and an already noted extravagent wardrobe. She also wore the headband of Amegakure with the cut that had become standard on the headgear.

"No," he said simply after a moment of watching her change her shoes on the back of the ridiculous summon. "I don't think we've ever met before. I think I'd remember someone as," a slight pause to find the correct term, "colorful as you. But I can't help but notice your headband. Have you by chance seen any other missing shinobi from this country passing through? I have some business with them and I'm rather curious as to why they've all come home."

[/font][/justify]

[KID GAMBINO.]

砂をさまよう ————

[/size]
^{the wandering sandman, country of the endless rain.}[/font]

Man, I really fucking hate the rain.

And by 'the rain', I didn't mean the territory that I had slithered into known as Ame no Kuni, but this atrocious, drenching weather than seemed to come as relentless in this forsaken land. The seduction of a captivating adventure never hesitated to drive me over the edge sometimes, finding myself in near-death situations quite a few times due to a tenacious curiosity, but traveling into the depths of the unrevealed land always rubbed me as a death wish. Earthen to the core, the showers and environment alone were enough to hinder my talents greatly, but after delving into the crevice of my heritage a little further, it was tempting to learn that the KEKKAI clan originated from the Rain Village. With the equally infamous cousin family that reigned in Amegakure through power, the TENZO, at their side, inevitable rumors of the minor nation finding reconstitution suggested that the annihilated families were undoubtedly far from extinct... the rise of Kusagakure was all the inspiration I needed.


Dark-coloured robes covered almost the entirety of my body, the battle against the land obvious in the clothing through the dirtied tint and severed wounds. Extremely cautious and skeptical of this mysterious jungle, the gourd on my back had been previously emptied of it's contents, a thin-but-severely-durable exoskeleton of sand (reinforced with chakra) assuring a powerful ward from the rain, or unforeseen dangers for that matter. The upper-half of my face remained disguised beneath the veil of a black umbrella, steel-toe boots clashing with the puddles below that was an unavoidable signal that my presence was nearing. From a simple glance, I observed the hot-headed chick and her strange toy, who didn't seem threatening in the least... then my eyes shifted, witnessing the more senile elder that stood with a god complex over the girl, before descending from his throne to the ground below. Analyzing the distance, I remained fifteen meters from them each, paused like a relaxed statue, while I allowed the limited eagerness in my voice to break the chorus of the rain.


"Well, what do we have here...?!"

[/blockquote][/justify]

[Golden Crow]

Oh?

[/size][/b]

What was this? Who could this be? She pondered only for a moment or so; the time seemed to slow by as the patterns of droplets poured down upon the saddening world around them all. Each droplet splattering against the brush of several small green leafs, each slightly burnt by the smell of war, and death. DRIP....DRIP....SPLAT it continued over and over again. This new male carried an umbrella, and that only reminded her of what she forgot to do. She forgot to pack one! AGAIN?! Grr...

She had forgotten the most needed tool in a land that never stopped raining; she forgot her umbrella, and forgot any kind of covering to avert the disaster that could befit her clothing.

"Man, I hope I don't ruin these. I kind of liked this tie,"

She mustered up after a moment or so of complete silence; turning her head slowly towards the newcomer to get a better look at him, and everything he beheld to the show. Perhaps these two were looking for each other? Perhaps they were friends of the like, anything could happen, anything would happen, perhaps they just wanted to speak? Says her the time, and wasted effort of having to defend herself if that were the case. Slowly she tilted her head back to its original adjusted position and allowed it to slowly drop down to view the casing of her creature.

Slowly her eyes rolled to match each, and every item within its confines. A moment of time passed, a brief second or so while she dropped her hand back into the darkness of the wooden construct. Reaching down into a foot or so of distance; she withdrew a small silver canister; a commonly seen Smoke Grenade. Only an inch or so in width around the nozzle, and leading down to about four inches at the base and mid-section. The side imprinted with a small black marker. With it in her hand; she simply placed it behind her person, and onto the some-what evened tip-back of the creature she had sat upon.

"Nope, not that. Hm...where did I put that thing?,"

She questioned herself after a second of pondering, slipping her other hand out from her jacket-pocket and placing it against the brim of her chin in order to hold it up. With that she slipped her hand back into the case of the shell, and continued to wander about the items within the Turtle's Shell.

[/blockquote]

[The Dude]

As strange as things were already there was soon a third member on the scene. The splashing of puddles forewarned his arrival and soon Kiyoshi saw him. He was making excellent use of an umbrella in the rain and judging from the emotion in his voice he wasn't exactly anxious to be here. On the contrary his spirits were dampened though Kiyoshi could not even guess why. He tossed a glance from the boy to the girl briefly and ascertained that they did not know each other yet. That made three neutral parties none of which had attacked the other within the first few moments of their meeting.

All this could only mean one thing to the veteran. The thing he most feared was upon him after nearly ten years of running from it. Socialization had finally caught up with the elder man. In order to make sense of what these two were doing here and why as well as what the ame party was doing here would require some basic information gathering.

After a moment of silence, Kiyoshi turned towards the new arrival bobbing his head in a courteous nod before answering him, "I would tell you if I knew. My name is Kiyoshi and I'm tracking a party of shinobi who hail from Amegakure no Sato. I was just asking this girl if she knew anything about the party. Who they are, where they're going, what they're doing. That sort of thing, fairly standard actually. I don't suppose you passed by them by chance did you?"

The girl had proven herself to be spacey and uncaring to most of what was going on around her. She had failed to answer Kiyoshi's question and even to address this stranger's entrance. Rationally, he concluded that she didn't know what he wanted to know and that overall getting information from the boy would be easier. He seemed to be in touch with reality at least rather than rummaging through compartments on the back of a turtle while things were happening. Perhaps he could shed some light or share some information with the old Tenzo.

[/blockquote][/justify]