Commence
Aug 7, 2015 14:24:29 GMT -8
Post by zombiejuice on Aug 7, 2015 14:24:29 GMT -8
Yet another day in the grandiose village of Iwagakure and yet a subsequent day where Kobe had awoke following the same ritual. His house barely qualified for the title of a home, but nonetheless the Chunin had found himself living within it. Solely one room and one door. No windows, a single bed that was supported by a generic wooden frame, suspended the typical height above the stone floor. A single dresser for his various articles of clothing that spanned from rags to high end gaudy douche bag tuxedos, shit even a dress. Waking up in the same spot as normal, he found himself not in bed, but sitting against the wall in the corner the same side of the room the door was, arms across his chest. If one were to open the door, the door would swing open into his 'house' and narrowly miss him by about three inches, waking the light sleeper. Today he had the luxury of getting a full length worth of healthy rest -8 hours-, putting him in peek condition. Nothing but shinobi pants and lower body undergarments were on him that were still loaded with his tools. Kobe moved to prepare himself for the day ahead of him. No time was wasted in the cycle of wake to sleep, he never liked to waste time especially not out in public.
Standing up, he double checked his door to see both locks, the generic and the chain lock, had not been tampered with and were still indeed locked. "Good." He thought to himself as he moved to dress himself for the day. Typical nylon like muscle tank that revealed his arms, his flak jacket overtop, then a black cloak. Since his black shinobi pants were still on he was fine and all he needed were his shoes, which were typical karate shoes. Though they seemed flat in nature, they still supported the feet well and gave a standard amount of grip, the type of all around support one would expect from shinobi sandals, save for the ankle support. To address that however, he bandage wrapped his ankles. Not too tight, not too loose, just the perfect tightness to get the safe support he needed for his ankles and not cut off circulation or cause any other harmful side effects. Next came some leather arm guards. Fastened perfectly around his arms to protect him and not cause any harm to his being.
Disarming himself, he laid all his tools out on his bed and checked that they were prepared for whatever he may face today and in Kobe's case he saw that to be anything. His wakizashi, two kunai, one handheld radio, one Hikari, then ten explosive notes, two of which were already wrapped around the handles of his two kunai. No time wasted, but still safely, Kobe armed himself with all mentioned tools putting them in concealed spots underneath his cloak on his person. Last was his Iwagakure Headband and item which he loathed to a great degree, just the symbol itself made the teen want to break out in a fit of dry heaving. Albeit his hate for the symbol and most of what it stood for and included, he tied the wretched thing around his right arm over his cloak. Tight enough to be secure and not interrupt his actions, but loose enough to not cut off circulation or again be a hindrance to his movements. Making sure all was in place, which it was, Kobe departed his home, locking the door once he had opened it and closed it securely behind him, but not before glancing around the walkway to ensure he wasn't in danger.
The solid clack noise the lock made, told him his door was locked, but still he turned the handle and pressed hard against the metallic door to be sure. It was indeed locked. Now that the easy part of his day was out the way, he departed the apartment complex in a manner that was a bit faster than casual and included continuous checks of his surroundings. His eyes always seemed to be skating around and devouring up any details they could, especially people and things that stood out. He would occasionally make random stops at places, for but a few seconds to be sure that no one was following him, perhaps he felt he was a bit important, important enough to be followed, but regardless he never was. Where he was headed was to meet up with the only ally he had in the village. Well, he had others, but this was the only one whom he actually trusted, Giuseppe. Where they were planning to meet was a not so popular tea house that was a few blocks away from the village gates. Kobiyashi would head there with upmost urgency while still doing his occasional frisk of his surroundings. Even when he found people traveling he same direction as him for multiple blocks, he'd stop somewhere and wait on the side of the road for them to pass. If they didn't pass in a timely manner, things usually tended to escalate to a situation that wasn't in their favor.
Today he had no issues getting to the tea house in a timely fashion -5 minutes- even with all the detours and back routes he took to shake anyone who could be tailing him. Waiting outside for two minutes, Kobe was convinced he was again scot-free from anyone whom could have been following him. During this two minute break he had his back agains the tea shop wall, able to watch the traffic flow in front of him with an awning above him providing him with shade and cover from above. The sky was fairly clear save for few clouds here and there, no wind, and the sun was positioned to stretch shadows about a foot beyond the size of their owners. Checking his left and right once more, he then moved to enter the tea shop.
Hand on the door, right before he gave it a tug a loud thunderous noise was heard. Akin to thunder clapping or lighting slamming against the ground right near someone. His cloak naturally hid his torso down to his feet, but as Kobe moved in response to this noise, the garb opened up to reveal the tight fit muscle tank he had on underneath. Pivoting sharply, his hand had near instantly found the handle of his wakizashi, before he then drew the blade and preparation to take on whatever was behind him. To his surprise his state of panic was for nothing and only worked to scare those in the surrounding, though they seemed to understand the noise was startling. Kobe hadn't harmed anyone -including himself- in the process, so he found no need to apologize and didn't. Besides, the breath taking descent of a beacon of heavenly light was descending upon the earth. This beacon was many many many miles upon miles away, but somehow it was easily perceived, a testament to its power and the power of the summoner or summoners if any. Sheathing his weapon, Kobe continued to stare at the stanchion of lustrous light. All thoughts about what he wanted to discuss with Giuseppe had seemed to fade, but quickly came back to him as he remembered how important they were. His friend knew how punctual he liked to be, so Kobe was expecting his arrival any moment now. That said he looked through the crowd of stuck eyes, for this ally, perhaps with his mighty Byakugan he could solve the mystery of what was happening.
Standing up, he double checked his door to see both locks, the generic and the chain lock, had not been tampered with and were still indeed locked. "Good." He thought to himself as he moved to dress himself for the day. Typical nylon like muscle tank that revealed his arms, his flak jacket overtop, then a black cloak. Since his black shinobi pants were still on he was fine and all he needed were his shoes, which were typical karate shoes. Though they seemed flat in nature, they still supported the feet well and gave a standard amount of grip, the type of all around support one would expect from shinobi sandals, save for the ankle support. To address that however, he bandage wrapped his ankles. Not too tight, not too loose, just the perfect tightness to get the safe support he needed for his ankles and not cut off circulation or cause any other harmful side effects. Next came some leather arm guards. Fastened perfectly around his arms to protect him and not cause any harm to his being.
Disarming himself, he laid all his tools out on his bed and checked that they were prepared for whatever he may face today and in Kobe's case he saw that to be anything. His wakizashi, two kunai, one handheld radio, one Hikari, then ten explosive notes, two of which were already wrapped around the handles of his two kunai. No time wasted, but still safely, Kobe armed himself with all mentioned tools putting them in concealed spots underneath his cloak on his person. Last was his Iwagakure Headband and item which he loathed to a great degree, just the symbol itself made the teen want to break out in a fit of dry heaving. Albeit his hate for the symbol and most of what it stood for and included, he tied the wretched thing around his right arm over his cloak. Tight enough to be secure and not interrupt his actions, but loose enough to not cut off circulation or again be a hindrance to his movements. Making sure all was in place, which it was, Kobe departed his home, locking the door once he had opened it and closed it securely behind him, but not before glancing around the walkway to ensure he wasn't in danger.
The solid clack noise the lock made, told him his door was locked, but still he turned the handle and pressed hard against the metallic door to be sure. It was indeed locked. Now that the easy part of his day was out the way, he departed the apartment complex in a manner that was a bit faster than casual and included continuous checks of his surroundings. His eyes always seemed to be skating around and devouring up any details they could, especially people and things that stood out. He would occasionally make random stops at places, for but a few seconds to be sure that no one was following him, perhaps he felt he was a bit important, important enough to be followed, but regardless he never was. Where he was headed was to meet up with the only ally he had in the village. Well, he had others, but this was the only one whom he actually trusted, Giuseppe. Where they were planning to meet was a not so popular tea house that was a few blocks away from the village gates. Kobiyashi would head there with upmost urgency while still doing his occasional frisk of his surroundings. Even when he found people traveling he same direction as him for multiple blocks, he'd stop somewhere and wait on the side of the road for them to pass. If they didn't pass in a timely manner, things usually tended to escalate to a situation that wasn't in their favor.
Today he had no issues getting to the tea house in a timely fashion -5 minutes- even with all the detours and back routes he took to shake anyone who could be tailing him. Waiting outside for two minutes, Kobe was convinced he was again scot-free from anyone whom could have been following him. During this two minute break he had his back agains the tea shop wall, able to watch the traffic flow in front of him with an awning above him providing him with shade and cover from above. The sky was fairly clear save for few clouds here and there, no wind, and the sun was positioned to stretch shadows about a foot beyond the size of their owners. Checking his left and right once more, he then moved to enter the tea shop.
Hand on the door, right before he gave it a tug a loud thunderous noise was heard. Akin to thunder clapping or lighting slamming against the ground right near someone. His cloak naturally hid his torso down to his feet, but as Kobe moved in response to this noise, the garb opened up to reveal the tight fit muscle tank he had on underneath. Pivoting sharply, his hand had near instantly found the handle of his wakizashi, before he then drew the blade and preparation to take on whatever was behind him. To his surprise his state of panic was for nothing and only worked to scare those in the surrounding, though they seemed to understand the noise was startling. Kobe hadn't harmed anyone -including himself- in the process, so he found no need to apologize and didn't. Besides, the breath taking descent of a beacon of heavenly light was descending upon the earth. This beacon was many many many miles upon miles away, but somehow it was easily perceived, a testament to its power and the power of the summoner or summoners if any. Sheathing his weapon, Kobe continued to stare at the stanchion of lustrous light. All thoughts about what he wanted to discuss with Giuseppe had seemed to fade, but quickly came back to him as he remembered how important they were. His friend knew how punctual he liked to be, so Kobe was expecting his arrival any moment now. That said he looked through the crowd of stuck eyes, for this ally, perhaps with his mighty Byakugan he could solve the mystery of what was happening.