The barkeep tipped an invisible hat towards Haituro as the young man remembered to shut the door. Several of the patrons shot dirty, foul looks at the shinobi for letting out all of the nice warm air, but were soon nose deep into their grog again. The drunks that Haituro approached had that rosy look to them, and their eyes were droopy with too many rounds of ale. "Hic," the one on the right hiccupped, turning his head around to face the lad that had spoken. "What ye want, boy," the one on the left slurred in a strange accent, taking a lamb leg into his mouth.
Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2014 5:31 pm
☁•☁•☁ HaituroHari ☁•☁•☁
The mistakes people make are eventually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience to be gained.
Rank:Jounin
Clan:Hari
Chakra Pool:--/850
Stamina Pool:--/540
XXXXXHaituro noticed the dirty looks and paid them no mind, although he kept on his toes, this was a foreign place, although in his own nation he did not feel comfortable here. That kept Haituro alert. The drunken man before him asked what he wanted. In all honestly Haituro wasn't exactly sure what he wanted. "Well,"[/b he started. "Yonder barkeep said you made this pub, and with Jutsu none, the less. Impressive." He said inspecting the two drunks being sure he was ready if they took offense to his being here and asking questions.
O.O.C:
. Because the mistake you made taking me as your opponent... Will leave you with no future.
Bits of lamb fell to his plate as the lefty tore the meat away from his gluttonous mouth. Swallowing a large gulp of grog to wash it down, he wiped himself with his sleeve. Not the most delicate one, he is. "Yesh. He an' I built it thees far." Punching the righty in the arm, the latter belched and laughed before hiccupping again. A wide smile broke as he tried to speak legibly, "Jootsoo jootsoo!" Perhaps an overnight stay to clear their heads from too much alcohol would make them more able to comprehend speech patterns?
Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 5:34 pm
☁•☁•☁ HaituroHari ☁•☁•☁
The mistakes people make are eventually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience to be gained.
Rank:Jounin
Clan:Hari
Chakra Pool:--/850
Stamina Pool:--/540
XXXXX The young man did his best to try to decrypt the man who spokes horridly slurred speech. After a few moments Haituro simply nodded and excused himself completely unable to understand a thing the man was saying. Haituro approached the bar keep giving him a wave. As he approached the bar his attention was pulled in the direction of the window where it suddenly got dark, and real dark, the sun must've deeped below the peak of a mountain casting the pub in shadow as the storm picked up in intesity. "Sir, it appears I may be stuck here for the night, how much would it cost to get a room to myself just for the night?" Haituro produced his wallet which was inexplicibly light.
O.O.C:
. Because the mistake you made taking me as your opponent... Will leave you with no future.
The barkeep wiggled his mustache at the question. "Two roomsh are left. The normal bed and board is 2 Ryou, the King'sh shuite is 5 Ryou, and any wanted ladiesh shtaying with you ish half price for them." Rubbing clean a glass goblet with a dry towel, the barkeep waited for a reply. Back at the drunkards' table, the two men had quickly forgotten about Haituro's presence.
Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 1:28 pm
☁•☁•☁ HaituroHari ☁•☁•☁
The mistakes people make are eventually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience to be gained.
Rank:Jounin
Clan:Hari
Chakra Pool:--/850
Stamina Pool:--/540
XXXXX Haituro paused and thought for a long moment, his pouch light in his hand as he considered, "I'll just take a normal room, I guess, I don't have much ryou wise." Haituro sighed as he placed the two Ryou on the bar. Haituro gave a quick glance over his shoulder as the gluttonous jutsu users babbled away in their drunken tounge. Haituro shook his head and waited for the barkeep to take his money and produce the key to his room. After a few moments the man took his ryo and handed Haituro the key. Haituro turned on his heels and made his way to the room number labeled on a tab attached to the key.
XXXXX Once inside Haituro sat on the bed staring staring down at his hands. "What is a village?" Haituro shook his head and proceeded to remove the headband from it holding it in both hands staring down at the symbol of the cloud village. "Who am I?" Haituro reached into his left breast pocket and pulled out a kunai. He then slashed the headband, deep and straight through. "I am not a shionbi of the cloud is what I am." Haituro growled under his breath as his village had yet again failed to come to his aid. Haituro laid back on the bed and passed out waiting for morning so he could leave this foul smelling pub.
XXXXX Morning came and Haituro stired in his bed before kicking his feet over the edge of the bed. The ruckus coming from down stairs now a dull hungover murmur. Haituro grabbed his key and headband. Placing the key in his pocket and the scored headbead around his head at a slight angle how he prefered it. Leaving his room he made his way down the hall into the bar area wanting to speak to those two men again if they were perhaps sober now.
O.O.C:
. Because the mistake you made taking me as your opponent... Will leave you with no future.
The barkeep was sitting at one of the tables now, newspaper wide open and strewn across its smooth surface. Nodding his head, he greeted the shinobi with a welcoming good morning, before flipping his paper to straighten it enough to switch pages. The fireplace was still crackling, though at a bigger pace due to the lack of awake patrons. (which would self-heat the room) Other than the barkeep, the two drunkards from the previous night were immediately visible. Lefty was sitting next to a window, looking out idly at Righty, who was chopping some firewood out in the fresh snow. The sky was lightly overcast, but no precipitation fell, making for a lovely winter wonderland. Further out, a train sat still over the gorge, its main engine tucked easily inside the confines of the tunnel. Stretching out to where a newly built station reached over to the tracks, a well placed bridge connected the walking distance to the head of the trail. A bright red caboose was the only part of the train sitting inside the station, with box cars stretched between it and the engine far ahead.
Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 5:21 pm
☁•☁•☁ HaituroHari ☁•☁•☁
The mistakes people make are eventually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience to be gained.
Rank:Jounin
Clan:Hari
Chakra Pool:--/850
Stamina Pool:--/540
XXXXX Haituro examined the room, it appeared to be just another pub and inn. The man outside cutting wood presumably for the fire that was now raging in the pub and his companion sitting inside watching the man work. Haituro recognized him and decided to try to converse with him now that he may be sober. As Haituro approached he minded his tone making sure not to speak to loudly to avoid piercing the guys head through his hangover, he had drunken a lot the previous night and it showed on his face. "Excuse me, I heard you were a jutsu user." Haituro spoke in hushed tones. "I was curious where you learned your jutsu, the barkeep said Yukigakure, but I heard that was destroyed and everyone there was killed in the destruction of the city..." Haituro stared blankly at the man wondering which story was true, were they really refugees or were they lying about their origins.
O.O.C:
. Because the mistake you made taking me as your opponent... Will leave you with no future.
Lefty's headache throbbed as Haituro spoke, his eyes meeting the shinobi's own. "Aye, laddie. Ye good ol' Village Hidden in the Snow." Looking down, he rubbed his temples with both hands. "We got out from a tunnel, and headed to the jungle with the others, bringing our technology with us as we went. Our trains were originally from there, but had to be rebuilt from scratch. Can't let that be the last of us." Lowering his hands, he leaned back in his seat, staring up at a small break in the clouds, which eventually smoothed over again. "Leave the past in the past, laddie, unless you're some sort of historian or something." Outside, Righty bundled some chords of chopped wood together, slinging them over a shoulder. Huffing them around to the back of the pub, Righty came in through an unseen back door, its clap loud against the wall beside Lefty and Haituro's table. Around past the stairs Righty's footsteps clopped, before he ducked under the staircase, becoming visible. Dropping his chords there under the ascending wood structure, he shook like a mutt and stomped his feet to loosen the clinging snow. Annoyed, the barkeep gave Righty a one-eyed glare before going back to his newspaper. Soon enough, the woodsman was seated across the table from Lefty, bowls of hot chicken noodle soup for all three having been brought over from behind the bar. (Yes, one for Haituro!) "Eat up if you're going out," Righty commented, picking up his spoon.
Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 6:52 am
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-----Walking up the mountain and in the cold proved of little concern for Wanryoku, who for the moment was clothed only in his normal level of furs and cloth that he always wore. However, where he was from this was a mild fall, not even something akin to the depths of winter. So marching through the snow proved little encumbrance for the giant. As he walked he attached the long kusarigama blade to Zangai, knowing that whatever came would likely require it's wickedly sharp edge. Though, what would one expect following odd railroad tracks to the middle of nowhere? Why he'd followed it in the first place was anybody's guess, yet it had felt right, had felt like it was something to do. Besides, hadn't Haituro said something about being in the mountains? No one said it was this one, but he had to start somewhere. Either way he was surprised, and somewhat cheerfully appreciative of the fact he'd just found a tavern as he came upon the building. Of course he was worried about the weirdness of having an establishment this far up the bleak face of the mountain, but then again, who cared?
-----Approaching the building caused quite a stir, as each step shook the ground and dislodged a bit of snow from the building's roof. With nearly three thousand pounds of weight behind each step it was kind of impossible to walk quietly without the use of chakra, and Wanryoku wasn't going to waste chakra for nothing. So, stepping into the entryway, the giant jounin shook off the white powder that had accumulated on him and roared out a greeting. "I will have an ale! Hot and steaming with home brew!" Though his happy self was surely not a facade, his lack of concern was. His eyes had immediately found Haituro, but for the moment he would feign no knowledge of this man, and pretend they'd never met. If this place was filled with enemies better to believe them separate than together.
►►O → O → C◄◄
Wonder Quiver of Holding → 8.25 // 15 → 1 Greataxe, Earth Element ► Knockback upon strike [1] → 1 Guisarme, Lightning Elemental Damage ► Electrocutes when struck [1] → Chakra Steel Bladed Knuckle [.25] → 3 Chouve-Souris Spears [3] → 3 Guisarme Spears [3]
тєcнηιqυєѕ υsє∂
AandOE
Blinkkyz
Kazuraii
The Sleeping Pacifist
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The mistakes people make are eventually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience to be gained.
Rank:Jounin
Clan:Hari
Chakra Pool:--/850
Stamina Pool:--/540
XXXXX Listening to lefty speak Haituro was slightly startled as the man whom had been outside cutting lumber appeared at the table. As the bowls of soup arrived Haituro lifted the bowl in both hands. "itadakimasu!" Haituro tilted the bowl toward his mouth slurrping down some of the chicken broth before placing it down on the table. At some point during his gorging Wan had entered the building, it was a little hard for Haituro not to notice and figured that since Wan had not approached he was attempting to play it as though they had not known each other which suited Haituro just fine.
O.O.C:
. Because the mistake you made taking me as your opponent... Will leave you with no future.
AandOE
Lanfaer
Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 6:45 pm
Lanfaer
Blinkkyz
The barkeep, having been jostled from his chair near the fire, folded his newspaper over and gestured to the door, wiggling his immense mustache at the mountain man. "Closhe the door, pleashe. All of the warm air ish gone!" Even if Wanryoku couldn't feel the cold, everyone else could. Standing, the barkeep pulled his shirt taught to look presentable, before striding over to his bar. Stepping gingerly behind it, the well muscled pub owner lit a tiny stove, turned around to grab the biggest mug available, a hit the tap. Cold ale flowed swiftly into the mug, to which the barkeep sat upon an iron plate. Turning back around, he placed the entire ensemble over the stove's open flame. In a minute or so, the ale was hot and steaming. Setting that off to the side, the barkeep bent to his side to grasp a fresh bottle of his homebrew. Righting himself, he sat both of them on the customer's side of the bar, stating, "Extra large mug of hot ale, 4 ryou. 1 bottle of the homebrew, 2 ryou. Your total ish 6sh ryou, shir."
With Haituro's bunch, Lefty and Righty were beginning a conversation over needing extra help on the train. "We won't be findin' any decent workin' folks out'a this way," Lefty retorted. "But what about all those bandits attacking us? We can't afford to hire Kumogakure for protection," Righty replied in between noodle slurps. "Maybe that large man over there an' this fellow are lookin' for work," Lefty asked, pointing to the only other person in the pub besides himself, Righty, Haituro, and the barkeep/pub owner/brewmaster.
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-----Wanryoku obliged the bartender with a grin, shutting the door firmly before moving to an available seat at the bar. Oh, how it had been some time since this had happened! Bars were in his blood, part of his victories or losses in equal measure. Usually with the same level of intensity, nonetheless~! Taking the mead and homebrew, Wanryoku placed Zangai on the ground and uncoiled just enough chain to allow him to grab his payment and place it upon the bar. Ten ryou, for the speedy service, and for being polite. He knew what it was like to have an accent in a strange land, so he felt a bit of kindred spirit with this bartender. As he knocked back the mead, grinning like an idiot at the bitter, harsh taste upon his tongue, Wanryoku belched thunderously and nodded to the two who had just been talking. His question was to the Bartender. "Friends of yours? Have any of you heard of treasure in mountains?" His own accent, thick from the north, still prevented him from normal speech. Taking a swig of the homebrew and placing the mead mug down, Wan explained. "Come here looking for treasure. Told that top of mountain be hollow of gold! Do you know be true?"
-----The entire time he didn't say a word to Haituro, though he did nod in polite greeting to the male, as well as to the two others in the bar. He was polite, nothing more, nothing less, someone merely hoping for some help on his journey.
►►O → O → C◄◄
Wonder Quiver of Holding → 8.25 // 15 → 1 Greataxe, Earth Element ► Knockback upon strike [1] → 1 Guisarme, Lightning Elemental Damage ► Electrocutes when struck [1] → Chakra Steel Bladed Knuckle [.25] → 3 Chouve-Souris Spears [3] → 3 Guisarme Spears [3]
тєcнηιqυєѕ υsє∂
AandOE
Blinkkyz
Kazuraii
The Sleeping Pacifist
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2014 3:34 pm
☁•☁•☁ HaituroHari ☁•☁•☁
The mistakes people make are eventually labeled as experience. But with a true mistake, there will be no experience to be gained.
Rank:Jounin
Clan:Hari
Chakra Pool:--/850
Stamina Pool:--/540
XXXXX Haituro placed the bowl down as the large man who seemed to walk like an elephant bowed to him, he turned his cheek as one of the people at the table spoke. "Work? That'd be wonderful, its been a while since i've had work to do." Haituro smirked and yawned. "What kind of work? Also, that guy over there looks like he may be better suited by I can surprise if its physical work." Haituro winked and stood from the table stretching his legs and back. He let out a long powerful yawn then turned his spine producing cracking sounds as he stretched himself out. The cold was not haituro's thing, it made him so dreary and just not as gratifying as going out on a spring afternoon. Maybe eventually he'd go somewhere warmer. Where-ever the work would take him really. Haituro remained standing as he drifted off into thought of warmer temperatures.
O.O.C:
. Because the mistake you made taking me as your opponent... Will leave you with no future.
The barkeep wiggled his mustache at the nice tip, topping off Wanryoku's ale as he processed the transaction. "They help move the pub when we travel. Bushineshh partnersh," he responded, picking up a dirty glass from the sink to rub down with his dry towel. "The mountainsh? Dmitri! Any gold in them thar hillsh?"
Lefty, now known as Dmitri, looked up from his bowl of soup. "Luthor, d'you remember anything from our tunneling?" The normally drunk, formerly known as Righty, previously wood chopping man shook his head from side to side. "Nothin' there, Magnus," Lefty/Dmitri called back, over the warm tavern's air. "But someone could start diggin' in the middle of the tunnel, since we almost hit a dormant lava chamber on the way through the range. Might be obsidian and diamonds and stuff there."
While Dmitri talked on over the pub's expanse, Luthor/Righty turned to Haituro to speak. "Mainly guard duty on the train as we set up another pub elsewhere on down the line." Pulling out a flask, he poured its contents straight on back down his parched throat. Shaking his head from the shot's high alcohol content, he continued with his meal. "We can only offer room and board, with a stipend of 50 ryo per day of duty. We can handle the straight building making and such, but defending well... isn't really in our families."
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