The blades of vengeances have fallen swiftly. The shinobi are no more as 'Absolute Justice' has returned...now, it is the Samurai that rule the Five Major Nations!
But at what cost? Have they become the very thing that they despised the most...? Heroes and villains seem to change roles every day, but one thing is for certain - we yearn for our freedom, for days gone by where we flew the skies unhindered.
Patience was a morality that Masaki lacked indefinitely.
"She should be here by now. What the hell is taking her so long?" His tone was the same as always; coarse and uncivil. Though Caelia and Masaki grew up together over the years within the mucky streets of Kirigakure, the two did little to change their setting that brought displeasure. Maybe it was the fear of change, or the lack of desire to propel themselves forth to heights that would make the heavens seem less; either or, they remained street rats.
Was that all they could achieve, children that lived by a coin daily to survive the harsh realities of the world? Masaki refused to live such a life when the natives of Konohagakure enjoyed their flashy and inflated living; he deserved better, after all, he was an Etsuko.
And today would be the day he would make that change. He waited for Caelia at the usual spot, the alley across from Go-Ramen; his mind fixated on the job he found for them that could eventually improved their living. It was a simple task presented by Fujami, a local street thug that was as crooked as they come; he was in desperate need of children that possessed the knowledge of the Kirigakure streets.
Post by marvolous. on Aug 20, 2015 19:32:29 GMT -8
Whereas Masaki found no love in tardiness, Caelia found enjoyment in pulling his strings. It wasn't that was she naturally fashionably late to everything, but when it came to her cousin and fellow Etsuko, she couldn't help but test his will power. Part of her wished he would take the initiative and continue ahead with the mission without her, but in the face of hearing another lecture from the village elders, she eventually picked up the pace to the rendezvous spot.
"You need to learn to relax sometimes, Masaki." She called out from above. Perched smug along the railing of the roof over-looking the alley, Caelia peered down below at the ebony-maned boy. While there was no question of the acumen of the two Etsuko's when functioning as a duo, especially on missions as mundane as this one, it was clear that out of the two of them, one clearly wanted this more than the other. Usually that was no problem, but today Caelia was feeling more than annoyed at the circumstances.. "How about you handle this one on your own, ay?"
Pausing if only briefly, she leaned forward and allowed her weight to bring her back to level ground. Coming to full height, her hands found themselves moving to the pockets lining her jacket as her back eased into the wall behind her. "This is stupid, I'd rather do something more exciting."
Typical Caelia, she had a drive that burned tremendously inside her— one that lit brighter than any fire; however, her appeal to excitement constantly belittle that ferocious flame. Whenever there was some form of progress to be made, one that at least could aid their struggles, she would be led astray due to her need for thrill. But who could blame her? She was wayward soul while Masaki was a stick in the mud when he wanted to be, a boy who only focused on making something out of himself in life.
Glancing over to the female Etsuko sluggishly, eyes the color of the sun would take note of her posture; reading between the lines, taking note. "You really would let me go do Fujami's dirty work alone? Sometimes Caelia it's like you're in this for yourself, we knew one another since birth and been through hell together, yet y—" The short-lived rant easily was drown out by the sound of a roar, and shortly after, an explosion tailed behind it.
Fuck, it sounded like it came from the gates.
As stated, Masaki knew Caelia since childhood, and without a doubt he knew that the Hyuuga would be drawn to the commotion like a moth to a flame. Hence why, he made the following statement to back up his already answered hypothesis, "If you're going to go, you know I have your back. Just make sure your radio is on channel four." Seems like the two Genin were going to get that change they wanted in life.
Post by marvolous. on Aug 21, 2015 19:18:57 GMT -8
By the time Masaki had even begun to breath his little spiel, Calia's head had already turned. Tuning him out to a certain degree, she directed her attention to the area around them. It was feint, for sure, but something felt off. For a moment she contemplated moving and exploring the feeling, but it proved fruitless as the loud explosion from the front of the village reverberated through the air. They weren't far, but the trembles from the explosion could be felt from the ground.
It brought an uneasy feeling, but her curiosity always proved victorious when it came to these kind of things. "We aren't far from the explosion." Though she made no acknowledgement of her intentions, her fingers rummaging through her satchel to fetch her radio would have likely done the job. "Stay close, I'll be able to track them. Watch yourself, this seems like the real deal."
Taking off towards the source of the explosion, a simple thought would all that would be needed to beckon forth her Kekkei Genkai: Byakugan!