New Relations [Flashback]

[monotone]

------- 2 Years Ago -------

It was a warm day in sunagakure, like always, and Bartholomew had just finished a mission, he was extremely parched as he had just used a b-rank jutsu, however he had already had a litre of water and a nap, it was amazing how much the b-rank drained him, he had a few minutes after he used the jutsu before he collapsed so using the last ounce of his strength he dashed to a inn and crashed out, completely drained of chakra with a small reserve to keep him alive. Shortly after Bartholomew woke up, bought a few bottles of water to help him feast upon sustenance to keep him from passing out whilst he travels back to kusagakure to turn in the mission, however whilst he was walking out of town something had occured to him, he had visited sunagakure and hadn't bought any clothes...

Bartholomew headed to the local tailor, wanting a new suit, he then suit down on a bench inside the tailors, then he realized the cool breeze crawling up his neck, ;; Excellent, AC, this way I won't become a baked potato;; Bartholomew thought this as he had a dreaded look on his face with a small trickle of sweat running down from a strand of hair branching out from his blank, white hair, Bartholomew's pupils followed upwards to the branch of hair with a droplet of sweat about to fall off it. Bartholomew then create a small blob of lava from his mouth as he sends it upwards to surround the sweat with a sudden look of anger, as the lava's heat quickly makes the trickle of sweat evaporate with a quick singeing sound (Tsst), following these events the droplet of lava used to evaporate the trickle of sweat then drops down into the innards of bartholomew's shoes, a quick source of lava he keeps in his shoes.

A old man wearing a tailor's apparel quickly waddled in front of Bartholomew with a smirk "Hello sir, what may I get you today", with a quick surge of delight Bartholomew reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, he handed it to the tailor and said "That design is what I want, it has my measurements on it, please make it quickly" and with that the old man went into the back room with post haste and Bartholomew heard a clicking noise for an hour whilst he sat, waiting for his suit, he was going to love it, Bartholomew just knew it, perhaps he can get a badge on it.

Then the tailor came out with a dark red suit with black linings across it with a black button up shirt and a black tie with normal jet black trousers, Bartholomew went into a changing room and put them on, he then paid for it as he walked out the door into the heat, he later found him self in a desert area, a few miles away from the border.

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[Banjin]

Many years ago destruction wrought the earth into her new shape, a world of peace, with the occasional straggler struggling to free from the ironclad grip of the daimyo. Peace comes at a price, but was this price one too great to pay? Subjugation, submitting to the will of those greater than them, or so they were taught to believe. Had this peace not been sweet, or were men as they designed to fight, molded by the very gods for the mortal struggle, simply to entertain for a divine schadenfreude?

Scarcely alive a man wandered in from the deserts, skin dripping with the sweat of hard labor. The last days were wasted in the desert caves, hands clenched tightly around a pick axe in the search for minerals. Hours upon hours spent in the mines, the melody of inspiring songs echoing in the dark. The task was thankless; no compensation whatsoever for the search had been a failure. Akutou was in rather desperate need of money, as evident by the wretched choice of labor. In the post-war world, the Shikigami was rather uncertain in which paths to take, at a true loss, for he was without many ideals and grandiose, lofty goals.

A coal stained, green vest covered his upper body, the fabric torn and worn from years of wear. The trousers, tight to the skin, were in no better shape, with a variety of tears around the thighs and knees. His facial hairs grew wildly, with a thick unshaven mass of brown hairs covering the lower half of the face. Hairs equally wild covered the head, grown past the ears. Over the years, Akutou had become gaunt and quite fatigued, cheekbones revealed and heavy bags beneath the eyes. A cloak was wrapped around the slender figure tightly, protecting his delicate skin from the sun’s burning fury.

His eyes shifted, a detached gaze scanning through the crowds. So distant he felt from those underway here. Their purpose defined. Akutou, on the stark contrast, simply trotted without a purpose on this day, uncertain of where to go, what path to take. Had he become but a rapscallion, a man drowning in the stench of his own piss? Reaching into his pouch the man pulled forth a flask of, raised it to his lips, and allowed the water to flow down the throat, face distorting into a grimace. The water had become rather hot from the exposure to the sun, and drinking was an experience entirely unpleasant despite the dehydration.

Further walking brought the Shikigami to an open area, the sun blaring with her grandiose might as the heat became most unbearable, were it not for the cloak upon his figure. The desert was but a cesspool, a damned curse upon the world. In the distance a man lurked donned in dark red. With a tip of the head Akutou shouted, voice a mighty ring. ”What brings you out here” The Shikigami grimaced yet again before speaking, a sense of worry and anxiety washing over him. ”Friend or foe? Bandits been quite common around here lately.” .

[/i] Akutou, several days ago, had escaped narrowly from a troupe of desert bandits on the way to the mines; that encounter could have ended rather wretchedly
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[monotone]

Whilst walking through the sandy desert, scorpions leaping up at Bartholomew, trying to stab him with there tails, He easily give them the back of his hand as if they were his "bitches", suddenly his eyes flickered over to a bark of words "What brings you out here" a grotesque looking man barked at Bartholomew, Bartholomew swayed his hair as he adjusted his tie with a straight face, a grim look on it as if he just kicked a cat or some trivial yet cruel like that, "I was sent on a mission" Bartholomew says with a depressing tone , he had a weird face when he said this as if he was happy yet unsatisfied, the truth is he was feeling very dehydrated and tired, so he took out another bottle of water and chugged it all down in one go with a very delicate and posh swig, he then put it into a carrier pouch, he then pulled out a canteen filled with water, he then continued to launch it at the scruffy man, bartholomew did this with a precise target and a hawk eye's accuracy, "There, take it, you look thirsty" one thing people didn't Know about Bartholomew was he was actually pretty charitable, he gave the less fortunate good things.

Bartholomew then took out some clean clothes, specifically a black t-shirt and black baggy trousers, then easily bartholomew would blur into a dash infront of the scruffy man, handing him the clothes "Here, take them, looks like you need new clothes", then he'd say something about weather or not bartholomew was a foe "I am a normal person" Bartholomew responded.

[Banjin]

Graciously the Shikigami accepted the canteen, thanking the man with a nod. Fiercely he tore off the top and swallowed the water within, the sweet liquid moistening his throat and refilling Akutou with a renewed vigor. With a heavy sigh he fell onto his buttocks, the hot sand nearly burning his skin through even the clothing. Carefully he observed the man, his breath heavy from nearly finishing the canteen with a single gulp. With a shake of his head Akutou declined the clothing Bartholomew offered. ”Prefer what I have on.” the Shikigami confirmed grimly, voice less raspy due to the water.

Akutou thought the desert to be rather desolate; what little life skulked around was either venomous, needlessly aggressive, or downright hostile. Rarely did the Shikigami feel the need to rely on vulgarities, but frustration and anger had reached their zenith. ”Damn this shit-hole. Endless wastes are like the unshaven hell of a whores bottom.”

[/color] the man grumbled with narrowed gaze. Quite frankly, he felt hopeless in this hellish, rotten, gutter, and was uncertain whether Bartholomew would make the misery any better. Akutou fell silent, simply shaking his head and muttering furiously under his breath. Why was he even here? Had fate taken such a dislike for him that it dumped him in this void? He hated Kaze no Kuni.

His ears perked at the mention of a mission. ”What’s the task?”[/i] he inquired, pushing himself up to a standing position again, sand burning the palms. Mayhap the Shikigami had found something to do, so was his desperate desire, for work in the mines had grown tedious and utterly wretched. He rather risk his life foolishly than handle a pick axe again. Yet again he grumbled furiously under his breath at the mere thought of having to return to the mines. ”Think I can help? Had not much else to do. Feel as if I’ve been futile.”[/i]

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[Banjin]

With each moment the sun’s nonchalant hatred intensified as her heat bashed down onto the sands. Sweat dripped from Akutou’s brow, the worsening weather parching his throat within moments. With the limited water, the Shikigami will certainly meet death in the damned wastes should he remain. With a grunt he pulled the cloak close, covering his hairs with the hood. Foolish of him to have not considered the alternative earlier to shelter from the heat, as surely that simplified matters a tad bit, and lessened the severity of the misfortunate situation.

Winds blew in the distance, carrying the sands high. A thick, brown cloud formed, the miniscule grains grinding against rocks as they approached rapidly. ”Sandstorm.” the Shikigami muttered furiously under his breath, mood worsening upon realizing that no water was left. The day became more wretched by the moment, as if the Gods had placed a curse upon the Akutou, nature’s adversity ever taunting. With a nod the Shikigami departed, using what little energy he had left to burst into a run towards shelter.

[Exit]

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[¤ Tenkai ¤]

monotone ;; 12 exp.

bajin ;; 18 exp.

[¤ Tenkai ¤]

Dec 17, 2011 9:45:15 GMT -8 ¤ Tenkai ¤ said:

monotone ;; 12 exp.

bajin ;; 18 exp.

x2 for flashback. whoops.