The Poor People Are Burning In The Sun

[Rhapsody]

ooc; pls amuse me while my actual role-play is at a stalemate. :c

The world was quiet, tired. Years of constant ravage by war had left the people bitter, unwilling to put up with the rest of the world. Indeed, friends had been made and powerful allegiances set in stone, but they were more based upon debt and polite politics than anything else. The tension ran high as always, fueled by an obvious imbalance of power and an intense desire to bury the hatred of the past. Overall, he thought the world seemed apprehensive and nervous, like a child that had spent most of her life beaten and abused.

It had been two years since the defeat of the NCIA, and little effort had been put towards restoring the charred capital, and what was once their headquarters. for the most part, the population had receded back into the privacy of their hidden villages, wary of the trouble the larger cities and hubs brought, reducing Nigiyakashufu to little more than a skeleton. A precious few residents made their homes on the extreme edges of the once-great city but, otherwise, the area was unnervingly deserted.

Ayatsuri wandered through these old bones, his canine partner in tow. The place smelled of sorrow, death and all manner of unpleasant things one could imagine. Ghosts of the past still wandered about in the form of deserted weaponry and armor, buildings reduced to little more than stumps of brick and piles of ash, and among them torn flags hanging from feeble poles. for a vast majority of the Shinobi world, this barren place was a proud symbol of freedom. Ayatsuri imagined it was an ugly and distasteful place.

And yet, in the dead distance, there was movement, and a familiar scent hung in the air, or so the young man lead himself to believe so. Phantoms of memory, or an old friend? He frowned and turned towards the northern edge of the broken NCIA complex he found himself wandering in. Somebody else had come to visit this place.

[Kassiel]

The forest around him was quiet, as it had been since two years ago when the collapse of the NCIA had occurred. The rubble of Nigiyakashufu was his main priority right now. He came to see what kind of progress had been made in restoring the capitol. To his shock, when he arrived three days ago, most of the city was still in ruins. Large pockmarks of destruction, as if meteors had rained on the city. He knew what caused them of course, the huge fires that had been set at the dawn of the invasion to distract the enemies. As a member of the resistance, and now an Iwagakure shinobi, Kassiel had set a large amount of those early fires.

Explosions rang out in his ears, and fires covered everything. Shinobi, both of NCIA and of resistance sprinted through the streets, battle raging. He just set fire to a smith's shop which he covered with explosive powder. Sprinting away, he was almost knocked flat by the explosion.

Kassiel turned his head sharply toward the city. Someone was in there, feet crunching on the rubble. He quietly set down his bowl of ramen, freshly made, and flickered up to the top of a pile of ruins, to see who it was. The man was looking questioningly in his general direction, and he had a dog with him. Kassiel decided that it wouldn't be such a terrible idea to go and see him, and so, being more social than usual, he nipped down to speak with the man.

"Hello there!" Kassiel exclaimed, waving, "How's it?"

[Fluffywerewolf]

Standing alone, as was his forte, the young warrior gazed outward, ebon orbs streaked with brilliant purple surveyed the carnage of the scene that had played out. His eyes remained open, yet his thoughts delved inward, careening deeply into his soul. He cared not. He lightly tossed the small pouch of coins into the air, a look of steadfast determination replacing his moment of reflection.

A slight twitch of his long legs sent him off of the rafter he had been standing on, a lock of bright blue hair peeking out from beneath the black shroud that served as his head cover. Beneath his mask, filed down teeth bared in a grim look. A variance of the energy spectrum in which he veiwed the world alerted him to what may have been his objective.

~~Well now, it seems that I've gotten a lucky break. He's already arrived.~~

The Kyuutai dug into his pocket, removing a small round stone. The purple veins in his eyes glowed slightly, as he directed a minute amount of his energies into the projectile. However, as he reared his arm back to throw his small explosive, his target moved away. He cursed quietly, pulling the energies back into his being.

~~Damn...There's someone else.~~

Edited May 29, 2008 by Fluffywerewolf