Borderline~! [Alahir]

[Petrikov]

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Treading along rocky paths and dusty terrain, the Airontoku would stare up at the mid-day sun with squinted eyes. As much as his body was used to the intense heat he was sure dwelt in these lands, based on the translucent fumes that seeped from the rocks, his eyes still had a tendency to water nonetheless. His equipment strapped firmly to his body, a slight exhaustion in his legs, the young, eye-patched male was growing tired of walking. He'd been searching for the entrance to Iwagakure as of late, but he had nothing to go on! Man, how it frustrated him not knowing shit. That was the whole reason he'd purchased a World Map.

Black boots trudged through dry brush as he maneuvered his way around a giant, orb-shaped boulder. Though the thought of resting in its shade for a bit was appealing, the young man had to continue on, to continue moving. This was relatively new territory for him, and he didn't know exactly what danger laid in wait. Animals, plants, weather... including ninja. His number one rule was to always stay alert, to always stay one step ahead of the potential obstacles that lay in wait. If he faltered with things such as rest and whining, he could very easily be taken advantage of.

Continuing to walk with these thoughts in his mind, the sun still beating down from the sky like an angered tyrant, the Airontoku would literally reach a crossroads. Signs posted in between the diverting roads, each pointing to two separate villages that had nothing to do with Iwagakure. The ninja would stand there in the middle of the road listlessly, lacking the enthusiasm to continue on- staring at those depressing signs. He'd run his hands through his hair and groan.

Iwagakureee! Where are you?!

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[Ichiro]

His eyes were sealed shut, as if heavy stone weights kept them down in an immovable fashion. His body was not asleep, his mind was quite in the contrary very active. It was in these short escapes from activity that he let his thoughts expand beyond what he normally pondered during the day, it was comparable to what was so eloquently called meditation. Jurei, however, was not preforming a religious pause, yet he was with such curiosity calculating and cons trueing life he might be dubbed a philosophist on the spot. Nobody was with him, most likely because he spoke very little, even though he was not exceptionally so people thought due to his seldom use of speech he was an extreme end of intelligence. He was either soft in the head and weird, or a man of important actions and great wisdom even at his age. He cared not though what they thought, the meditation was closer simply to just his “me” time and his lack of words while sparse was mostly due to a conversation that reached his interest never quite being reached. He supposed, however, if he kept estranging himself with communication with others he would find himself either lacking of social skills or dull to them, destined to be jaded.

The simple fact that his eyes were closed were not the only factor that would contribute to one thinking he was resting or fast asleep; no in fact he was laying down, oddly of all places on a short plateaued rock perfectly smooth and warm to the back of his body. He could spring an eye open immediately, shrugging off all guises that he was within the embrace of the sandman, but to all he seemed one gently and yet with a quiet aura of concentration aura around him asleep. A boisterous din awoke him, as he slowly propped himself up to find one man a shock of red hair catching his attention before his face did. He shouted the name of his village, he simply watched him to see what would happen.

[Petrikov]

Only going as far as pulling on his hair lightly, and not ripping out chunks as he had intended to, the eye-patched male would kick the dust beneath his feet and emit another groan. The sight of those two useless signs irritated him, and he would spin away from them with a huff, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. And just as he tilted his head to look up at the blue sky once more, he caught something out of the periphery of his vision. Or more accurately, someone- a presence nearby. A single brow would raise as he turned to the stranger, but the sun that shun behind the figure masked their features in deep shadow. They appeared to be sitting on a flat stone, which the nuke-nin found a bit creepy from the position where he stood.

Hey! Do you know where Iwagakure is? I've got an appointment with the Tsuchikage there.

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Having only considered the fact that the figure might have been a dangerous individual until after making contact, Hei would narrow his eyes and try to distinguish the person's features. He really wasn't looking for a fight, nor was he in the mood to harm anyone today, so he could only hope the stranger came in peace. Nonetheless, he'd keep himself alert and aware to any actions that would be taken thereafter.
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[Ichiro]

He tried to discern in his head if this was a good idea, he would be considering the choice of leading a stranger into his home village, the place where he returned to every day of his life to seek solace and that he would be potentially poisoning it with this man who could be malicious in every single way, but he looked into his eyes. He saw nothing but a genuine and benign desire to actually get into iwagakure no sato, no doubt he was actually going to see the tsuchikage about something important, the kage could handle himself in any other case so it didn’t matter.

He rose now fully from his position on the rock and face the man, setting his feet on the warm ground, his body stretching slightly as he worked out all the stiffness that came from relaxing somewhere that had no give in its material, or really for him was somewhere that wasn’t his or really any bed in general. He walked over to the man whose hair was redder than his blood and turned his back to him and pointed in a direction, the direction of iwagakure no sato.

He then motioned for him to follow him and then started walking in a mundane but brisk stride, it would be a bit of an annoying trek but he would do it anyway, it was about time for him to be heading back to the village anyway. So this in itself was no really convenient but not inconvenient, just sort of on schedule. So, if you don’t mind. Your business, what kind is it? Political…Social?

[Iizuka]

Howl - +16
Jurei - +17

[Petrikov]

With a mischievous smile, brandishing his canines for all to see, the Airontoku would suddenly bark out:

YO MOMMA, BE-ATCH.

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Then he'd run off laughing like an eye-patched Spongebob.

EXIT

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