Devil's Third (Open)
Aug 17, 2011 14:08:26 GMT -8
Post by Chae on Aug 17, 2011 14:08:26 GMT -8
Devil's Third
- 3 floor tavern
- Fighting is allowed but must be done in the basement.
- Fighting is done in a separate thread with a link to 'Devil's' third.
- 5 PC limit at a time.
- IIC - 48 hrs
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Bakudon Gai, a city of cultivated life, one which thrummed with civilized activity. Its citizens always seemed busy, always active and productive, resting very little if at all, their enthusiasm for business seemed unparalleled. But this was what Suchiro saw through his observant eyes as he began sifting through crowds of vagabonding civilians just like the other one thousand times. Boy did they understand variety, they housed many different ethnic groups and it seemed as no racial tension was present, at least during the times that Unmei had spent within this intriguing. During his months of observation however, he did come across that they were leery towards newcomers, Unmei was treated as such upon his own arrival."Another day, yet, still something new to see. Wonderful.
His eyes fleeted as the surveyed this area, one of which his eyes grew accustomed to a thousand times over, however, he always saw new faces, new clothing, even new shops and products, Bakudon was ever changing. Having left konogakure years ago to become a traveling nomad within the shinobi society, Unmei - being quiet contemplative young man he was- wanted to explore the world, sketching out all things he deemed worthy of his observation. It did not matter what it was, whether it was a tree, people, or even simply the way something looked, he drew it.
It was for this exact reason that brought Unmei to the entrance of a tavern, one recently built. He'd never seen it before given that he hadn't been in the specific district he was in for quite some time, namely a few months. He stood infront of it as his eyes peered upwardly to acquire the tavern's name - Devil's Third. An interesting name, or so Unmei thought."Looks like this could be interesting. Wonder how popular it is so far."
With an outstretched palm to push the diamond shaped doors open, his eyes brimmed with great exuberance as his eyes fell upon the bustling vitality of the place, it was seemingly packed, yet, there were countless of areas to seat oneself. Slowly he walked table by table, observing all that his cognitive mind allowed. There were many people around, groups of friends, ruffians, the loner, and a couple or two, they were all here. He tried to listen in on conversations as he seated himself in the far back away from the bar, but he could only here blurred and distinctive words. All he could do now is merely observe the expressions of those around him.