祭典 saijitsu ◤mini event⊿

[Ξ CHROME]

Convinced that he had avoided a possible confrontation, the boy continued to idly stare at the flavored drink before him, oblivious to the high flying form of the wild Inuzuka. Needless to say once he saw that a body had landed on his table, he jumped in surprise, mismatched hues widening as he gazed at the now airborne drink that he had purchased. Motionless he was, watching as the white haired male stared hard at him, his face nearly inches away from his. The boy hadn’t taken a breath since the lunatic leapt on the table but after inhaling but a whiff, he was overcome by a most horrible stank. The scent burned his nostrils as obnoxiously bad breath billowed past his face that smelt like a combination of raw meat and dog shit. The male had asked a simple question yes but already considering how startled Arate was already, he couldn’t help but scrunch up his face, facial features contorting into stunned disgust.

He coughed, gasping for fresh air but then immediately straightened up once he realized his own reaction. He wasn’t trying to be rude, he truly wasn’t! He was just caught off guard that’s all and in hopes of changing the subject quick enough so that the demanding Inuzuka wouldn’t catch on, the Medic gestured over towards a nearby stall that was vending endless amounts of ramen to the carnival’s attendants. All the while, his eyes gazed back into the pools of yellow, taking notice of the individual’s slitted pupils. The stranger’s overall appearance was quite animalistic and Arate was beginning to think that this boy was of a peculiar clan or bloodlimit and even though he’d like to know, he knew that there was no chance of that happening after that rude reaction of his and even as much as he’d want to apologize, he remained silent and still, eyes the size of saucers.

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"...eh?"

Motionless the Inuzuka remained, his face paralyzed with utter confusion as he witnessed the boy initiate a sense of surprise and disgust. The first of many attributes that Goh noticed was the unquestionable difference in color between his eyes, one consisting of a dark chocolate color, while the other lacked any true tint at all, seemingly void and empty of emotion. Although most would easily understand the reasoning behind this trait, Goh was born and raised in the wild, and never grew to experience the confrontation of a blind person face-to-face. His knowledge limited and his confusion unanswered, this disoriented state would soon turn sour.

A cough and the obvious display of sickness would be least difficult for the Inuzuka to understand, his confusion now nonexistent. Personal hygiene was a common enemy of those who inhabited the Inuzuka clan, especially Goh, who had adhered to his wild background, even when surrounded by civilization. It had become too redundant that Goh had seen this gesture, his blood suddenly beginning to boil as the strange kid motioned towards a direction, but Goh had become ignorant of this. Even the most unbearable weakness could not restrain this warrior when the fire ignites in his mind, overflowing anger building upon itself as his body began to tense.

"What the hell...is wrong with you, kid..."

His head began to slowly descend as his body twitched discreetly, his mental state bitterly slipping into its infamous chaotic state. The snow-white bangs that normally ended at his blackened eyebrows acted as a curtain for his eyes, Goh fighting hesitantly to constrict his rage. The worried canine quickly scurried to the side of the table, whining once more as it reminisced about the last time its master had witnessed such a face, that face justly beaten to a pulp minutes later. However, the animal's plea would once again prove futile, only seconds passing after Goh demanded explanation for the boy's expression. With a burst of chakra emitted into the table area around them, Goh lifted his countenance, his teeth now as sharp as a wolf's fang and his hair slightly wilder than before. Within an instant, his right hand hooked forward from his kneecap, gripping the boy's collar violently as his malevolent aura filled the air. The explosion of anger would without a doubt attract attention, and this boy would soon understand the emotion known as "fear".

"WELL?!?! I SAID WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?"

[◤ velocissimo ⊿]

Aburame Shouta traversed around the festival playfully. A walloping smile gracing the Raikage’s delicate visage. Shaking several Kumoagkure no Sato inhabitant’s hands. Everyone seemed to adore their time during the festival, which was the ambition for the entire festival anyway. However the Aburame warrior hadn’t known several of these characters. Their names never arriving into Shouta’s consciousness. These figures never conveyed their name to Shouta. Which slightly dispirited the young Raikage. For Shouta also commenced this festival so the Aburame warrior could identify the Kumogakure no Sato villagers.

The Raikage’s cloudy oculars gazed upon a warrior. This solider hadn’t exposed any Kumogakure no Sato emblem so Aburame Shouta seemed somewhat tentative when approaching the figure. Nevertheless Shouta harbored such manifestations and appeared undisturbed. Modest grin springing upon the Aburame’s features with meager delight. Five digits moving towards this mysterious warrior while inklike flecks gazed upon him. The Raikage craved a meager handshake with the warrior. Along with uncomplicated conversation. For Shouta preferred to accommodate all Kumogakure no Sato shinobi.

Lean corralled rims disunited while words pierced the air currents. Shouta’s words were blaring so this anonymous warriors could apprehend the Raikage’s fluid sounds. “It’s delightful to meet you, I’m Aburame Shouta.” The warrior announced towards the unfamiliar individual. Momentary pause existing among the two for piddling seconds before Shouta progressed with words. “I’d presume you’re a shinobi of Kumogakure no Sato? I didn’t identify a Kumogakure emblem which is why I question my supposition.” Shadowy hues prolonged the glare into this soldiers spheres, awaiting a reply.

ooc -- tagged Charlatan.

[Estilo]

°Enter/Atlas°

A cacophony of celebratory noise and reckless uproar. The stench of cooked meat and popcorn wafting through the night air. Everything seemed so surreal. So... strange. About as wrong as it seemed right. When only a day ago he was fighting for his life in the wastelands, Atlas was now enjoying the pleasantries of a rustled up meal out on Kumogakure's main boardwalk. Contemplating how war and death could be forgotten so easily. Glancing at the happy faces of those who passed by the dine-in stand, and wishing he was as carefree as them. Like he had been before.

He scooped up the last of his rice with his chopsticks and popped it into his mouth, savoring the thick taste of the sauce it had been drenched in. With little more than a thankful nod to the cook, he laid some ryo upon the counter and slid off of his stool. In a fluid act of motion, he proceeded to retrieve a cigarette from the front pocket of his black jacket and lit it up with a spare match. A smooth drag would be taken- inhaled, held, and exhaled slowly- before blending into the thick crowd that swept by in both directions and heading towards the center of all the commotion.

He would pass by many attractions with a near sedated glance, but wouldn't stop until he came face to face with a particular game that was dubbed "Dunk 'Em!". It consisted of baseballs, a small target, a tub full of cold water, and a poor volunteer who would be dunked into said water once the target was hit. Fun- just his kind of humor. The game manager, after locking eyes with Atlas, beckoned him over and served up a set of five baseballs. "You know the rules, I bet." He said with a greasy smile.

"You bet right." Atlas replied, tossing a baseball into the air before flinging it in an instant towards the bull's eye.

Dunk!

.OOC
1000 ryo to village funds for meal
Open Interaction
.OOC

[Charlatan <3]

It seemed as if there were few things that made me smile lately. However, there was something about the air around the festival that made me grin. What was so different about today, that made me laugh unknowingly? I felt so strange, here in a place I did not know. I...was wanted here, in this village.

What I expected when I came here was, to say the mostt, a quiet time by myself. Listening to feet shuffling on cobblestone walkways. It is not that I mourn for my loneliness. No, I accept that who I am has made me less popular; the kind kid who does things for people who will never remember him. It was the voice which bit into the air with such reassurance I was taken off guard.

I knew who he was only by the recordings of hearing him. Powerful speech of a young man whose face I tried to imagine. Aburame, Shouta, the most powerful man in the village: our kage. I did not expect such a man to care about me, no less want to converse with someone of such a low rank. It was at his question that I remembered where I was.

My allegiance lay to Cloud, where I placed my life and trust. I removed the black silk cloth from underneath my maroon zipped-up hoodie, feeling the silver biting metal in my palms. Holding it up to my face, I gently wrapped the cloth around my head. I felt the reassuring headband's cool touch on my eyelids. I beamed as I bore the symbol of my village.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Raikage-sama." I smiled at him, truly trying to show my genuine happiness, and gave a slight bow. "I apologize for forgetting my headband. I forgot to put it on before I left." A short pause. "My name is Io, Durius." A slight bow of the head with a smile.

OOC: tagged-Satsugai

[Ξ CHROME]

The boy’s heart sank once he had noticed that the clan member had ignored his gesture towards the populated food stand and instead questioned the reasoning behind the Medic’s reaction. The half blind youth only blinked in response, lips quivering as he desperately searched for the strength to utter but a word. The canine’s high pitched whine momentarily captured Arate’s attention and just as the dark skinned male gazed at the wolf’s direction, the air suddenly became thick with chakra. Just before Arate could turn his attention back towards the now enraged Inuzuka, he felt a clawed hand grip the collar of his shirt, causing him to gasp in exasperation as he felt the razor-sharp nails dig into his upper chest.

The Medic flinched at the acute pain and upon witnessing the older shinobi’s transformation, his entire form was washed over with unmistakable horror. The fang-like teeth, the sharpened claws and the animalistic eyes…it was as if all of his fears were manifested into one being…no, monster. The Inuzuka’s booming voice didn’t help with Arate’s morale and in absolute panic, the Genjutsu specialist gripped the clan member’s wrist with both hands in a feeble attempt to wrestle out of the stranger’s vicious grip. The strength he posssesed, it was almost…inhuman and given Arate’s absolute lack of athleticism, his efforts would prove to be futile. In a flurry, the boy shook his head, the flaps of the goggled pilot’s hat swinging to and fro as he did so.

“…N-Nothing!”

The meek voice came out, the Medic yelping as he felt the claws dig further into his skin due to his constant yet worthless struggling. Oh, the worst thing could have possibly happened for him and now, the young boy was now at the mercy of this awakened beast…

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[DAVID BOWE]

deducted Yoshio and Espada, arigato.

[Big Black Fish]

My confrontation was short lived, for as soon the words of introductory escaped my mouth my mind wandered elsewhere. I had now digested the large brew, and forgot that I had ever spoken to the boy. I turned before he could respond, pushing through the crowd. Finding somewhat peaceful refuge at another vendor whom sold alcohol, I requested a refill to inject more toxic refreshments into my body. Inevitably, brain cells were diminishing. My indistinguishable qualities of mind and manner were beginning to dissipate as a more reckless patron of negligence began to surface.

Staggering, as I indulged into yet another fine brew, staggering with uncontrollability, I bumped into someone. Someone of small stature with naturally luminous blonde hair stood in front of me. She was speaking to another boy of adequate size which defined the moment I took notice to the headbands that resided upon the couple. These were not mere citizens, but valiant warriors. They were indeed shinobi of Kumogakure, and they were preparing to exhibit their strength upon a contraption that apparently determined the strength of a human. With the use of a sledge hammer, one would commit their power into a metal lever of sorts, smashing it with dominating intention. From that, a silver ball would be launched through a gauge until it reached the top (if you were capable).

"I'll have a go."

[/i] I set down my drink, grabbing hold of the instrument to contribute myself to this festivity. Coiling immense hands around the pommel of the hammer, I clutched it with security. Bringing it up over my head, I would charge it down upon the lever, exploding the silver ball through the gauge with hellacious might. Within a second, the silver sphere clashed against steel, or metal of some assortment, creating the sonorous clang that rung out over the ever expanding echoes of the crowds themselves. The small crowd that collected to take eyes upon my triumph cheered at my achievement.

Proud, I set the hammer where I had found it turning to the two that I had observed prior; implementing myself into the conversation without slightest recollection of instituting my manners, I introduced myself. Though I had lost my collected intelligence through the intoxication of alcohol, I still acquired enough sense of composure to contribute to conversation without becoming a nuisance.

"Now tha's how ya do that. Hitokage Uchiha, ...delighted to be... here – in the presence of two fine specimens such yourself's."

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It certainly was not my most proficient grammatical statement, but the message was implied. I began to pull myself together, however; for the thought of my nation sobered me sufficiently.

"A glorious' day for the will of Kumogakure, our peoples have finally begun putting sorrows behind them so it seems! A glorus' day indeed!"

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-ooc interaction with tenkai and uyeda
- 500 ryo to village funds [bought another drink]

[KID GAMBINO.]

"You're doing well with your training, my student, but you still have much to learn. From this point forward, we will begin a new segment of training, one that will be your most difficult. Companionship is the foundation that a village is built upon, and without it, that very society would crumble into chaos. Without bonds and loyalty, one will drown in that darkness known as loneliness. So, here is my proposition. Your task is not to return to this place unless you prove that you have what it takes to establish these bonds. This will be quite the challenge for you, Goh. Your future depends on it......"

The words of the man who discharged the young warrior from his guidance rang unceasingly in his mind, Goh's face frozen as he reminisced about that very moment. The resistance displayed by the stranger couldn't snap the wild being from his memory, but it would soon fade away regardless, the impact of the importance given to Goh through the words weakening his sturdy grip upon the boy's collar. Slowly, his chaotic aura depleted, his hair returning to its natural state and his teeth as conventional as they could be. Goh's animalistic pupils would stare at the boy, his expression revealing brief concern.

"Tch, that stupid old fart..."

A simple leap from the table to his canine companion's side, and Goh would comfort Raishin, assuring that his temper had calmed. Goh understood that he lacked in a variety of companionship, the only one's resembling any form of importance being his parents for giving birth to him, the Shirokiba tribe for raising him, Raishin for remaining faithful to him, and Hanyo Inuzuka for taking him under his wing as his student. To Goh, anyone and everyone else was a liability. But those words that Hanyo presented would surely affect the Inuzuka clansman, proving to some extent, Goh was not completely hardened. Upon restoring a smile upon Raishin's countenance, Goh would return his attention to the seemingly frightened boy, who was undoubtedly seeking either a chance to escape or reasoning for his potential death.

"It seems you lucked out, kid. Although you don't understand it now, you are officially important to me. Don't worry, as long as you don't step out of line, I promise I won't beat you to death, alright?"

A brief chuckle and a forceful thrust to the stranger's back, which was supposed to represent a "pat on the back", and the vengeful nemesis known as hunger would reveal its face to Goh again, the Inuzuka gripping his stomach once again. It would seem that utilizing chakra as a result of his building anger had intensified his need for food. Goh would remember the direction that the boy had motioned to, and would examine it, noticing the distinct ramen stand in the distance. Without hesitation, Goh would decide to kill three birds with one stone.

"Hey kid, let me buy you some ramen as collateral for being rude to ya'. Come on, my treat!"

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[Ξ CHROME]

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In that strange moment, the angered Inuzuka appeared to have calmed down, his facial features reverting back to their original states and after a seemingly random comment, the older male leapt from the table, causing the Medic to gasp as he hastily began to inhale lungfuls of air, deprived of the resource once he was practically choking. He couldn’t believe that he couldn’t even break the attacker’s grip. Damn, talk about physically weak. Shaking his head, the youth gazed at the Inuzuka comforting his pet so to seem, tempted to take this opportunity to leave the area. Alas before he could even lift himself from his seat, the red clad warrior spoke of luck being on Arate’s side, claiming that now the dark skinned boy was of relative importance to him. The added threat at the end of his statement didn’t comfort the Medic in the least bit and upon receiving a “slap on the back”, the boy was effectively pushed forward onto the top of the table, practically face-planting on the table’s wooden surface.

…Am I just that weak…or is he just really strong?

The youth wondered silently as he lifted his head to hear that the clan member was now…treating him to food? Arate blinked his eyes confusedly, his right one seemingly devoid of any emotion. The white haired male showed quite the shift in attitude and the look on the Medic’s face was definitely one of apprehension. From the sounds of it, he really didn’t want to be around somebody who looked as if they wanted to eat him right then and there and also one who was so quick to give a deadly beating should Arate cross his path. Given his already volatile demeanor, that certainly appeared to be something of unavoidability. Even so, declining the clan member’s offer would only incite another period of rage and with reluctance, the Medic soundlessly rose from his seat and began to slowly walk towards the food stand, functional eye fixated on the Inuzuka as he did so. Needless to say that Arate wouldn't let his guard down just yet, not when faced with this wolfish lunatic.

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[KID GAMBINO.]

"Hahaha, atta boy!"

Goh and the newly formed acquiatance would begin their journey to the station, the boy now filled with silence once again.  It would seem that he would rather answer with his actions than his voice. This refusal to speak with the Inuzuka would appear as a display of shyness and discomfort on behalf of the dark-skinned lad, emotions that Goh would have to either change or adjust to if they were to ever become allies. Upon arriving at the destination, Goh would toss the flap that concealed the inner workings of the stand over his and the boy's head with ease, sniffing the aroma deeply as he craved the delicious taste of meat. Thrusting himself into a seat, Goh would wipe the drool from his mouth, as Raishin waited patiently behind him, hoping the strange boy would follow Goh's action as well. Mere seconds before their arrival, a man who assisted in running the stand would appear to greet them. 

"Welcome!!! How can we serve you today?"

Goh would chuckle with delight as he slammed his hand forward on the table, his mind focused entirely on defeating this hunger. Anything with meat in it would please this combatant, a variety of different choices being displayed just behind the restaurant worker on a wall. Upon scanning the list for something worthy of Goh's craving, Goh would nod as he motioned towards a specific cuisine and amount. With due time, Goh would hope this feast would lead to the opening of the boy, allowing some form of companionship to unfold.  

"I'll take two bowls of beef and noodles!"

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[¤ Tenkai ¤]

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Unexpectedly to the idle woman, a strange man had bumped into the fair lady whilst she was speaking to Uyeda. Normally, the young kunoichi would have responded to his actions with several explicit words, however since she was at a large festival she decided to remain calm and excuse him for his actions. "Excuse you." Her voice was rather soft as she muttered the simple phrase underneath her breath, she did not realize the man would be so much taller than her -- a frightening sight. Shimmying closer to Uyeda, she watched as the apparent intoxicated man wanted his chance at the 'ring the bell' game.

Placing down his drink and grabbing the hammer with both hands, the blonde girl giggled at the amusing sight. Was he even sober enough to play? Mumbling towards Uyeda, the talented ninja commented, "This should be good," and awaited to see the drunken man's strength. With one great slam, the hammer would collide with the base of the contraption and send the ball flying into the bell. Impressive. She shrugged off the fact that he was able to beat the game at its own trick by using pure strength, although it was not that great of a feat. Even so, the man began to look towards the duo and approach them both.

He had called them 'fine specimens'. Blinking confusedly towards the man, she thought it was an odd way to begin a conversation with anyone. At least it was the first time she had been called that. In response, she began to louden her voice and say, "My name is Hayline Lia, and thank you. It is nice to meet you." She did not know if she should have even bothered trying to speak to this man considering the fact that he was buzzed, possibly even completely drunk. However, for the time being he seemed to have enough coherency to speak to them. Hitokage had mentioned that the citizens had put their sorrows behind them, but did they really? Masking their feelings behind fake laughter and beverages was a feeble illusion to her.

*tagged ~♥~ Uyeda 'n BBF

[Ξ CHROME]

…

The Medic silently walked alongside the Inuzuka, dipping his body below the stand’s cover so that he would be able to progress inside. The aroma of food definitely played upon the clan member’s acute sense of smell, the quiet boy noticing the white haired male wiping a bit of slobber from his face. Following suit, the youth sat down albeit in a much more calm and reserved manner than his accomplice and nearly fell out of his seat once the boisterous shinobi slammed his hand on the table. Recollecting himself, the Medic watched from unilateral vision as the cook then looked towards him to see what he wished to get and after a moment of silence, the boy spoke, meek voice just audible enough for the cook and Inuzuka to hear.

“…I’ll have the shrimp and noodles please…”

Gazing at the culinary specialists busy at work behind the stand, the youth patiently waited for the completion of his dish of choice though with that came that period where conversation with the Inuzuka would become unavoidable. Hopefully, the wild male’s crippling hunger would keep him at bay and hopefully he’d only sit there and daydream about an infinite amount of steaks and pork chops falling from the sky. And would Arate do? He merely sat in his seat, wordlessly waiting for his food to arrive. He tried his hardest not to look in Goh’s direction, not wanting to initiate eye contact with those savage yellow hues of his.

“…”

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[lore.]

Gin was actually surprised that his village was having an event, for its been so long, since something peaceful had occurred. The Anbu roam through the streets of Kumogakure, while he gazed at each unique game at the festival; they all seemed fun. But the one, which truly captured his interest, was the dunk it one. "I remember this game, I use to play it, but just a different version."

He stated to himself; eyes watching the youth in front of him play. The person seemed to have a good arm, because in a matter of seconds, he caused the person to drop within the tank of water. It was a fun game it seemed, especially if you wanted to blow off some major steam.

"Good arm, I bet you killed a few shinobi in war with that throw. Ha!" Laughter escaped from his rose colored lips, and the man just couldn't stop; he thought his joke was that funny. After a couple seconds, he finally stopped, preparing himself to play the dunk game. "Let me show you, what an Anbu can do." Digits searched within his pockets, pulling out 500 ryo and handing it over to the man. In return, he was given a small ball, which he needed to through at the target.

He was ready to show off his skills; closing his eyes in the process of positioning himself to throw. And then, he fired the ball from within his grasp towards the target. The amount of force and speed was tremendous, and soon the man within the tank would drop within the water. SPLOOSH! Gin opened his scarlet eyes, as a grin came across his face. "Bow, chicka wow wow! That's how a pro do it, eyes closed! Hot Wheels! Beat that!"

Gin was competitive, and right now he wanted a challenge -- been too long since he had gotten that. He was kind of happy that his village could have fun, and not just go to war, causing some epic bloodshed.

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OOC: Post meant for Espada, and anyone else who would like to join. And deduct 500 ryo from me, going towards the country.

[KID GAMBINO.]

"Hmm.....where the hell to start with this kid....."

Silence seemed to share area with the delicious aroma that filled the air, the trio waiting patiently for the food to be finished. The inability to create conversation proved that the bond that Goh hoped to form with such a stranger wouldn't be easy. Anyone who observed the both of them would easily discern the fact that they was polar opposites, both mentally and physically. However, regardless of this truth, the Red Fang would fight mercilessly to reveal some form of similarity. A few seconds would pass after they both decided on what they desired, Raishin watching the order-taker leave the counter, and allowed itself to rest upon the ground in a relaxed state, nonchalant of the difficulty that his master was experiencing. Goh would grow impatient, briefly scanning the boy's composure. Obviously, Goh could understand the avoidance that the boy exibited, most likely due to Goh's initial hostility. Refusing to allow the disconnection between the two remain present, Goh would confront the elephant in the room.  

"Hehehe, sorry for almost killing ya' back there, kid! Some say I have a hot-tempered attitude, but I see it as the an undying ambition to take no bullshit!"

A everlasting smirk would become implanted on the Inuzuka's face, trying his best to present himself as socially friendly rather than fearing. To Goh, this boy seemed to be too shy for his tastes, but if Goh was to return to the guidance of his mentor, he would have to treat this meeting like a mission of some sort. A choice of words would cluster within the Inuzuka's brain, searching for a path to take without scaring him off. With the food still delayed, Goh would inhale as he directed his attention to the boy once again, hoping to provoke some sense of conversation between the two.  

"Nevermind that, though. I guess we gotta start somewhere. The name's Goh Tendo of the Inuzuka Clan, I specialize in what humans call "Taijutsu", but I refer to it as brutal beatings and ass-kickings! As for ambitions, I plan to outstage all beings in the world as the strongest shinobi ever to have lived! By ascending the ranks of being a ninja, I will imevitabely achieve that fame! What about you?!?!"

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