The Jelly People (P)

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The early morning sun streaked over the spring trails along Kaminari no Kuni. As the warmth of the sun heats the earth, glistening drops of dew slowly fading as the night is shaken off, you find yourself thinking back to the information you had been given. A people made of water, you had been told. How strange of a thought to hear that a being of that ability might exist. It almost sounded like something that was too fantastical to believe, but you listened regardless.

You have small thoughts towards the story you had been told, not so much towards the lore, but towards where the tale had led you to go. "You'd think a people like this would exist in some tropical setting, far from the eyes of curious people, but they could be everywhere. As a matter of fact, you can find one of these people even within Kaminari no Kuni."

[/b] He said. His gray hair and maniacal gaze had been somewhat off-putting. Most had believed him mad, but they didn't dare call him that to his face.

"Go to the village of Ishoten. It's a small town within Kaminari no Kuni, locatable on any map. It has a friendly enough population, though they don't like me there. Superstitious lot don't trust me 'cause of my lazy eye and lack of a hand." Some had speculated that he had lost the hand in a fight with an animal over food, but others spouted tales of him removing it as he believed it would strangle him in his sleep. Even though his information could have EASILY been the work of a madman, here you find yourself walking along the landscape of Kaminari no Kuni in search of some fantastical humanoid-being.

As the terrain seems to come to life, the sunshine creeping behind the clouds and creating a picturesque scene for any to partake of. The trail leading to the village of Ishoten takes you down winding paths and hills. The closer and closer you get to civilization, the more signs of people can be found. Though minute, the differences can be seen by the naked eye from the various footprints along the dirt off of the path, as well as a slight hint of chatter along the wind. If this man is mad, he is either insane to the point of being correct, or he is just insane.

What can one truly expect from the ramblings of an old man in an alley?[/blockquote]

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CHAPTER amethyst.
POST one
OOC training; storyline

Ishoten. He had heard the name before, but never enough to hold any relevance. True, it was not too far from Kumogakure, but it was still far enough to require preparation. A week's worth of compressed rations; foods high in carbohydrates, and calories that didn't take up too much space were hidden within the bottom of his rectangular backpack. On top of that would be the extra clothing that he might need in case the weather took a change for the worse. Finally, hanging below his pack would be his simple, black sleeping bag which would hug tightly against the bottom of the backpack. It was lightweight gear; necessary for this sort of trip, which wouldn't take him very long at all. He had heard that this town was indeed friendly, but then again, one can't listen to everything that they hear. Perhaps this was a lesson to be learned. The strange way the information on this town was given to him, as well as why it was that he was actually following through was unclear. The methods of his lot never were though. However, as his feet would begin to hit the rough edges of cobblestone, it would become obvious that he had reached at least the outskirts of civilization. With his head raised, and his shoulders back, it was hard for him to notice immediately what he was standing on, but with a simple glance to his feet, he could see that he had been headed on the right track.

He was hurting. Without stopping, his palm would slowly reach into his pocket, shuffling around the contents inside before finding a small orange bottle. Unscrewing the top, the light of the city would begin to illuminate his surroundings; giving him a better idea as to what it was that he was doing. A smirk would cross his face as two white pills would fall into his grasp, quickly sealing and concealing the bottle. With one fail swoop, the two pills would stick to the back of his tongue, sliding down his esophagus in a heartbeat. The effects would take a while. The 'click, clack' of his shoes carrying him in to the city would be soothing, reminding him of the stone that would line streets of Kumogakure. He had not been traveling for that long, but there was no idea how long he would remain outside of the village. People made of water. The idea would ring constantly within his inner ear, giving him slight chills as he could only imagine what power they might hold, or what power they could bestow him.

[Q]

The dirt roads gave way, as you had noticed, to organized cobblestones composing a manmade web of covered streets. Vendors of all sorts, some with cattle, and others in carts, though the majority was walking, moved in and out on the main highway that split the village in twain. As you strode in, appearing just as any other Kaminari traveler did, an opportunity was presented. Your eyes moved from place to place, taking in the surroundings. On the left side of the road there were the hospitable parts of the village—inns, bars, and a couple of restaurants. On the ride side laid various shops and roads, leading to the rest of the town. It was important to note the village was built into one of Kaminari’s many mountainsides, and most of the village was tiered.

A flash of lightning in the sky pulled the entire population’s eyes to the east. Thunder clapped, shaking the ground, and people began to move just a little bit faster. Dark clouds hinted that a storm was brewing and no one wanted to be caught out in the open while on a mountainside. Lightning was liable to strike at anyone at anytime. Now with a time limit attached, your actions were hurried. Would you turn to the right and descend the tiers, searching for information, or head into one of the comforts on your left? Either way, it was impossible to know if the quest would be fruitful and walking straight would only take you out of town.

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CHAPTER amethyst.
POST two.
OOC training; storyline

A cold gaze would redirect to this left shoulder. The warmth of a city would begin to cover his body, especially his exposed arms. The people wouldn't pay him much mind, but that was fine with him. The bright, attractive lights to the left would direct him to actually read the signs, despite them spouting nonsense that would continue to be irrelevant to him. He had no need for hospitable centers, hotels, bars or anything that would beckon him to waste his time. However, what he did need, where those who might be regulars in waisting time. It was those kind of places that housed the people that he needed to utilize right now. He was on a mission; a quest to find something that he was unfamiliar with. Sure, he had done his homework enough to see that these 'people' were once inhabitants of Mizu no Kuni, only branching off into different sections of the continent, much like most clans within the ninja world. It was uncanny that this clan would reside so close to home, and even more so that they would be so easily traceable.

The lightning had begun to alert those who had been left outside that a storm was brewing. The scent of the rain and the sway of what little trees populated this city were tell tale signs of what was to come. The air had become thick, and the weight of his backpack had begun to irritate him a bit. He had to take a break; the pills would kick in soon anyway. Packing his backpack up his shoulders with a quick tug of the straps, Yonaka would turn to his left, and head for the closest building he could find. The mountainous terrain was not the best for stormy travel. He also had no idea where to look now that he had reached town. Shoving his hands into his pockets, his two oddly colored eyes would cut their way through the threshold as a long, thin arm would shove open the old wooden door that separated the outside from this run of the mill tavern. This place as old, the weight of the Kumo-nin being heard with every step over the pure wooden floors. He would catch a few stares upon his arrival, though they would quickly be diverted with another crack of lightning ringing through the pub. He haded avoided potential downpour. The warmth of the building was slowly starting to cover his skin while the warmth of his veins would begin to dissect the drugs that were now coursing through them. A soothing feeling would envelop him, and the shivers that he would occasionally feel would dissuade.

Turning his attention to those whom had been inside the bar upon his arrival, a quick report was built with the bartender that would wait patiently behind the counter for orders to be handed out and business to be taken. he was in no position to mix drugs, so he wouldn't, but he still needed something that the tender could give him. Then again, asking where 'the people made of water' could be found was a question that would only end up in unwanted attention and speculation. For now however he would find a subtle spot near the bars end to rest. Lugging the bag from his back to his shoulders, he would sport it tightly at his feet while taking a relaxed seat next to what appeared to be a normal village; an inhabitant of the small town. Maybe he could find his answers here after all?

[Q]

His name was Ao the Old and he had one eye. While the former detail remained unknown to Yonaka, the latter was painfully obvious. Where a real eye would be there existed a glass ball, no lid covering it. Scar tissue had long since accumulated at the site of the wound, leaving the eyebrow and the bridge of the nose a tough, off-white color. His other eye, a dead blue tiny, slowly moved away from the bowl of gruel he was eating and to the fair skin of the Kumo-nin. It lingered there for but a moment before it moved back down. Moments of awkward silence passed, the occasional sounds of smacking lips serving as background noise. Finally,

“…What?” Ao’s voice was brutally disfigured. It sounded as if he had once suffered from throat cancer, as it was hollow and oddly coarse. A slight bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, which hinted that pain flashed through him despite the fact he had only half-murmured a single word.

Meanwhile, outside, the rain had begun. The drum-like sounds of water hitting the metal roof of the building soon joined the smacking of Ao’s lips as he ate, potentially overpowering anything Yonaka could say. Raising his voice would likely cure the situation of this issue, but that also meant others in the tavern would hear him.

Perhaps they already could.

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CHAPTER the jelly people.
POST three.
OOC training; storyline

Inching towards the bar, the sweat would begin to accumulate beneath his throat. The heat was sweltering, but as his eyes were cold. He could feel the soothing breeze, although it was clear- there was none. The drugs were starting to get to him, and it was doing its job. In order to calm his nerves; in order to focus; in order to ensure that he knew where he was, his pills had to take effect. His lips were dry, which would cause for him to begin to lick them incessantly. His eyes had begun to dilate, and as he skin had grown pale, but this was just temporary. In a few minutes this was going to be over, and his fingers would be coursing through his hair, filtering out his sweat from the slick, black tendrils that would filter through his scalp. Rough red oculars would peer into the dim lamp that hung above the bar. The man beside him, if focusing on him, would see the difference, despite how slight it was. The thick, hazel eye that would remain grounded within his left socket stared blatantly at the man addressing him with an honestly curious question. A grin would cross his face, and a laugh would be soon to follow. He was high- and that might have influenced his sudden burst in volume as he would address the man who had spoken to him.

"You're talking to me? I'm- hehe... I'm looking for people with- with a different ability. Something no human can relate to... hehe." He had become giddy, and he was making less sense than he had intended to make.

However, what he said was clear. There were things out there that he was unclear about. There were people that had something that he wanted, and there were no other ways to acquire it. His fingertips would caress the grain which covered the counter-top. It felt difficult, it felt damaged, and that was something that he liked about it. The fluidity and liquidity of freedom was something that he longed for... was there a way to attain both? That was the point of this mission, and that was why his two, oddly colored eyes would stare sharply at the ragged exterior of this older man. He was a stranger, but through irides the size of the moon, he had to know what he was talking about. Perhaps in retrospect; that would prove to be the wrong decision, but for now he would continue to ask what he wanted to know.

"Tell me what you know of the Hozuki..." He would inquire, his facial expression changing rapidly as he would begin to lap his tongue within a quickly drying mouth.

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CHAPTER the jelly people.
POST four.
OOC training; storyline

Suddenly, without any clear reasoning behind it, Ibara would quickly raise to his feet, and make his way for the door, eager to return back to his village.

exit.

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