Walking up to the office doors, Sung would find the doors fiercely shut, with two Anbu standing at attention in front of them. Beyond both them and the heavy doors, loud yelling could be heard, followed by sounds of smashing and cursing. Completely unlike Skelly, the only person it could belong to was Horace, and to this, no one dared to intrude. With Sung quickly approaching, the right hand Anbu pulled out a headband and a Company 7b patch, extending them towards the recent academy graduate. The left hand Anbu pointed at the door, to the other Anbu, to Sung, and then shook his head side to side while crossing his arms in a giant X pattern.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Sung heard the scrapping, a small part of him wishing he could see what was going on, and took the message pretty quick. He took his head band, which he fastened around his skull quickly, and patch. After this he'd bow to both anbu and turn to leave. There was training to be done.
With a clinging sound of bells ringing throughout the kage office, a smallish girl appeared down the hall from the door of the kage. She was dressed similar to a miko shrine maid though there were some suttee differences, mostly that their appeared to be to orbs attached to each other by a piece of fabric that was tied around the girl waist. They were what was producing the bell ringing sound as every time the girl moved, the orbs would cling against each other to produce a bell ring sound. She approached the Kages door but saw that it was guarded by Anbu. She also had rosy cheeks and looked flustered, and seemed a little unsteady on her feet. Putting a finger up to the side of her mouth she tilted her head in a semi-confused look to her. Doing this also revealed the two small horns on her head that revealed her to be from the oni clan.
"This this the right place? Is this the Otokages office?" She asked the two Anbu."I was hoping to meet with him to go over my inclusion into the Shinobi core?"
Looking down upon the young oni, and then to each other, the left Anbu nodded quickly to the right one. Turning about, Lefty silently cracked open the door, peering through to see what kind of carnage might be strewn about the office. Instead, it was immaculate, with the President konked out in a nap at the desk. Confused, Lefty quickly closed the door, making sure to not have the click of the door lock make any sounds. Returning to the front, he was going to apologize to Sachiko when the Sergeant walked up behind her. "Sachiko," Skelly asked, reaching over to ruffle the top of her head from behind. It was obvious that he was in a good mood, but even this tiny little action of ruffling hair was out of place. The two Anbu's eyes went wide with the unknown, perplexing situation, and kept silent. "How are you and your brother fairing?" A small twinkle in Skelly's eyes showed some kind of hope, while a tiny smile resided on his aged face.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Sachiko looked up at the Sergeant with droopy eyes and rosy checks.hic the patting of her head had caused a small air bubble to come up. She quickly moved her hand over her mouth to cover for her small outlet of air. She continued to stare at the Sergeant as if it was taking time for it to register who the man was and why he was messing up her hair. Removing her hand from her mouth, she reached into her sleeve and pulled out a small gourd before taking a swig and returning it to her sleeve. Her mood instently changed and while taking a sidestep out of the reach of the mans hand that had been so eager to pet her head, she quickly went about straightening the strands of hair with her fingers. Her expression changed from a buzzed expression to a more serious as she spoke loudly to the men, as 8f to put up a facade. I have no clue as to the whereabouts of that dumb brother of mines. He disappeared a while ago. Something about becoming stronger or something. Not like I care for what he is up to. it isn't my job to keep an eye on him. True her brother had disappeared a while ago, but it was far from the fact that she didn't care what was happening to him. They were twins so she had to worry about him, but she didn't feel like sharing her true feelings in-front of two Anbu that could use that information in her future. Getting most of her hairs straightened as best as she could, her sent a peircing gaze toward Serg.
Trying to change to subject of her family, Sachiko spoke to the Anbus." I just want to speak with the kage about getting myself approved for the Shinobi core. Can I or not?"
The Anbu pointed back at the Sergeant, when asked by Sachiko about joining the shinobi corps. "I tend to all Otogakure shinobi, Sachiko," the Sergeant replied, eyeing the two Anbu that barred their path. "It appears that Horace is not to be disturbed right now, so give me a moment." Raising a finger into the air to indicate a minute, Skelly turned down the left hall, briskly jogging. True to form, he was back in merely a minute, with a Company 7b patch and an Otogakure headband in tow. "Your U.H.V. position is within Company 7b, so we'll need this sewn on to your standard clothing. The headband represents your allegiance to this village. Do you have any questions?"
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Reaching for the badge and headband, she nodded a thank you the the Sergeant. She really didn't have any questions, only that she had hoped to meet the Kage, but that would have to be for another time. She stuffed both the badge and headband into the bag that she carried before she was about to leave, but something caught her attention. It wasn't so much of something that her eye had caught but a smell instead. Oni's aren't know for their sense of smell but there were always certain kinds of smells that the Oni breed could easily pick up on. What Sachiko was smelling was the whiff of a faint smell of sake. Confused as she could smell her own Amazake, this new sake scent was a much more bold and stronger then what she carried. Have you been drinking, Sargent?She asked, but then shook her head in disagreement. The alcohol she was smelling varied greatly compared to what humans usually drank, as humans couldn't handle the strength of most oni created sake. No this smell was another Oni Sake. The confusing part was that it smelled similar but not exactly the same as her brothers. Could it be her brother. To quickly she took off down the hallway and out into the village, following the smell of sake, like a blood hound.
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AandOE
Tsundere mode Activate Inventroy added to Bag of infinite capacity
•2 scalpels •sterile gauze pads of different sizes •adhesive tape •adhesive bandages in several sizes •elastic bandage •antiseptic wipes •soap •tweezers •sharp scissors •safety pins •thermometer •Ice pack •plastic non-latex gloves (at least 2 pairs)
• Hairbrush • sewing needle and thread • Small gourd filled with honey and herbs • little red book with pen for keeping information • little green book with plant information • Little kettle • Small frying pan • Flint and steel • Hunting knife • small bag of tea-leaves • dried meats and vegetables • spoon and fork • paper fan [good for cooling down oneself in hot weather, and for slapping people without much damage] • bag of Cookies • five feet of wire • eight feet of rope • six square feet of red cloth [folded down to a single square foot] • one square foot of white cloth • Small lantern • two folded up parka • two towels, Large and small • Tiny pillow • blanket [folded down] • two blank scrolls • jar of peanut butter • Compact tent • Large bag of Rice • butter
My Name Is Atsuma Ket. Pleasure To Meet You! I Hope We Can Become Great Friends!
Toya finally made it! He was about the meet the head of the organization that was throwing the shinobi world into chaos. A couple of months ago the boy was just another gennin in Sunagakure. Of course he was the top gennin of his generation, but that still wasn't enough for Toya and at the time he just simply didn't realize it. He had to taste freedom to truly understand that Suna was holding down his greatness! His AMBITION! While being escorted by the guard, Toya thought carefully about what he'd say to Horace. Things were different now. He had proven his worth with more than just words. The music playing caused Toya to give a genuine smile for once. It was just Toya's style. Stepping into the office, Toya immediately had to compliment Horace on his good taste. "The music around here is much better than the architecture." He started. "I could never find a vinyl player myself. Things are pretty rare nowadays."
My Name Is Toya Takahashi. Would You Like To See My World?
The white haired individual was allowed admittance to the office, as his escorts straddled both sides of him. Dropping back to close the door, the escorts remained back there, wary of venturing too close. Horus, on the other hand, was sitting straight up in his chair, unafraid of anyone in the village. Adjusting his horn rimmed glasses as he continued to fill out paperwork, the vile devil glanced up at Atsuma and his comment. "Oh?" Licking one of his fingers, Horace separated his recently finished pile of work to its two 'Out' piles. "I heard from Captain Harley that you delivered his pet to Kumo. Do tell me, how did you manage to do this without the Cloud taking you out?"
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 6:04 pm
His red tinted boots rang down empty hallways as he walked. Belamos was already irritated. The mongrel's downstairs had demanded his pride, his lance, as he entered the building. He handed it over after it was clear that he could not advance wielding it. Fighting his way through all these guards would have been a huge pain anyways. Rounding a corner, Belamos came to find a pair of ANBU guards flanking either side of a door. Standing before them, he spoke, an distinct air of annoyance in his voice "Tell your Lord that Belamos Karna is here for his assignments and his proof of status in the village" While there was no way in hell he would ever wear that plebeian headband, it was a necessary thing to have in order to continue his growth and resume his training. 'Even a demi-god must play the game, so it seems'
A great crash from behind the doors echoed through the walls, reverberating as something heavy landed on the great Kage Office doors themselves. If the ANBU could be seen as sweating or fidgeting, as was not their duty, then they definitely would. Their training prevailed, though, and while the sudden noise made them shift their eyes and attention to the doors, they stayed still as Belamos approached. Reaching over to the portals, the right guard extended a hand to open their heavy door, only to find parts of Horace's desk falling out on to the ground. Eyes showing an aghast expression, the left guard quickly opened their door too, to gaze up at an enraged, storming President Horace. He was pacing back and forth at the top of the small but wide stairs that normally lead down to the doors, which now inconveniently housed an obliterated desk. The only object left at the top was Skelly's record player, which was still mutely playing in the background.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 7:22 pm
The loud clamor behind the door made Belamos's eyebrow twitch with annoyance. This would be no routine meet-and-great it seemed. The leader was famous for his elusiveness and eccentricity, but seeing it first hand would prove to be an entirely different matter than hearing of it. Proceeding past the guard after one of them opened the door, Belmaos approached the ruined form of the desk "I'll see myself in" And kicked the broken husk of furniture, sending it flipping once to the side. He proceeded up the gentle staircase in silence, the only found being the footsteps echoing in the great hall. 'This is not how a King should live. No decor; no style.' It seemed this man had no taste to speak of. Regardless, Belamos finally reached the top of the stairs and stood before the visibly agitated man.
He was thin person and very intellectual looking. Beneath a pair of spectacles lay a set of eyes gleaming with creativity. Whether that be for devious or pious ventures, he knew not. Despite his unimposing status, it was quite easy to tell why this man was in this office. With pride in his voice, he spoke "My Lord. Belamos Karna, is my name. Newest member of your forces." He was anxious to see the kind of man this "Horace" was and his use of an honorific was in relation to the man's office only. He would expect the wretches of his kingdom to give him the same when he, eventually, came to power.
The flush, cherry red visage cooled a bit with Belamos Karna's introduction. The storming to and fro slowed, and then was directed at the young man's position: the President strode to the edge of the top step, and glared with a settling gaze. "Which force? My force, particularly, or that of the," cutting off to gutturally growl to the side, Horace turned to face the record player. "Shinobi forces?" Distaste, displeasure, the welling up of adrenaline and hate in one's throat, and agitation due to the inability to complete a grand, unfocused task. Raising his head up slightly as if looking towards the ceiling, Horace's right eye glanced back at the red hued individual, sizing him up.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2017 7:52 pm
This man's appearance betrayed his personality at the moment. From his current emotional state, the calm and collect person he appeared to be was nothing like the angry, passionate man whom was speaking. In a rare act of deference, Belamos dropped to a knee, looking to the ground. One day, he would no longer have to submit, but this man was not one whom he could defeat while he was at this level "I am but a weapon; a spear, my lord. A spear does not differentiate. I graduated from the Shinobi Academy in this village. Use me as you may" The opportunity for conflict, for destruction, excited him. The acquisition of strength and power was always a profitable venture, and if doing so furthered Horace's goals, then so be it
Horace growled lowly at the mention of Otogakure's Shinobi Academy, a flinch pecking at his left eye revealed it visually. "As long as you are... that, you will be under Company 7b's Sergeant Skeleton's control. Fish out a Company 7b patch and headband from the broken desk over there, and leave immediately." Motioning towards the door, the two ANBU guards stationed there were already in the midst of cleaning it up, with another desk on order to replace the previous one. Miraculously, the doors had suffered no visual harm, as if it had been created by some kind of Legendary Smith.
Sergeant J. Skelly:
"You Shall Be Assimilated."
OutOfConspiracy's::: Skelly's record player on the desk is currently on, quietly, but still audible from far away.
