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1Just One Meal? [Harichimo / Invite Only] Empty Just One Meal? [Harichimo / Invite Only] Thu Aug 18, 2016 1:02 am

Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
Amber eyes glanced from side to side as hips swayed in a similar fashion. A blazing red mini-dress leaving none of her legs to the imagination, and the tapping of her heels against the pavement lied about her true profession as a kunoichi. No ninja dressed in such impractical wear, where the most flexible of contortions were normally restricted by the material of the clothing, with heels none the more conducive for moving rapidly around. Cinderella, though, was different. Her dress wasn’t made for show, with the ease of which it stretched with exaggerated movements, long sleeves hiding the senbon hidden within, while moving about in her heels for more than strutting were second nature.

The small tug within her stomach yearned for something to fill her. Meat, maybe, since it never failed to sate her hunger. With that preference, Cinderella remained open in her options, in the twists and turns of Iwagakure that tourists often mistook for a sprawling metropolis. She wasn’t too far from home, just several blocks away, and the cloudy skies promised a warm day free of the scorching heat of the sun. Others shared her sentiment as children raced on the cobblestone steps and women flocked to each other in gossiping pairs to point fingers at anything eye-catching, sometimes herself.

Her roaming eyes fixated on a small child, actively hopping and pointing at the entrance of a shop. He was joined at the hands with an elderly woman who looked at him with such a loving gaze, hair graying and pulled into a bun, with loose strands falling around her face in frazzles. Cinder followed her squinting eyes to the bolded, neon sign proclaiming the best noodles in town from a newly opened business. From the periphery of her vision, the two figures made their way through the rotating door, the child sprinting forward first in his excitement.

Feeling in the mood for new flavours, Cinderella followed the enthusiastic pair in.

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Harichimo

Harichimo


D-rank
The middle of a calm day was passing by in the village. The Kazako clinic was hard at work taking care of the few small bumps and bruises that children had come in with while they were enjoying the nice day outside. Nothing to serious and it made Harichimo a little annoyed. He had been given this new room in order to treat the much more serious injuries that the other clan members could not treat and today it was just a room for minor sprains. He wore his usual attire and had his arms wrapped in their bandages as he looked out into the central garden through his single window. He had the window opened to let in the nice breeze and let the wind blow his untied hair back. He felt the need to go outside and enjoy whatever time of the day that was left for him.

Harichimo would exit his room and when he shut the door he would flip a sign to indicate he was out of the office. He would look up to the clock while he walked down the hall and caught a glance of it just hitting the afternoon. His whole morning blown on small problems. At least it was better then other situations he had to deal with. He had not eaten yet and at the sight of the time his stomach finally made its case known with a low grumble. Harichimo thought of what he would want as he finally got to his room. He would wash his hands from the grime of the few patients he treated and tie his hair back to look more formal. Maybe going out on the town and see what looks good might be a good start. He would look up to his coats hanging up and grab his usual purple coat instead of his monolith robe since it was only meant for special occasions. When he was dressed and ready he would make his way out of the clinic passing his mother and father who were cleaning out the main lobby. He would wave bye to them and smile and he left in search of a good meal.

Harichimo had heard news of a new noodle shop opening up. Usually he has always went to the old couples shop that he helped to clean and fix up but he heard the children of the couple had taken over and were still working out the kinks of the business. He would start to make his way towards the apparent location and watch as everyone else around him were out and about enjoying there days. A luxury most who weren't shinobi took for granted and one Harichimo could only dream of now being even more of an important asset to the Kazako clan. He would eventually find the place with neon signs decorating the place. He saw a pair of people walk in as he approached and then a girl with longer hair wearing a nicer looking and revealing red dress went in after. Must be that nice of day to be out and about lie that. He would think to himself as he waited for the revolving door to open for him so he could take a spot in the queue.

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Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
The inner atmosphere of the restaurant was dull and dim, with cement walls lined with oak, the iridescent glow from the low-hanging light bulbs illuminating each individual table, lighting up the food and offering some brightness to its surroundings. Most tables were just simple, small squares, enough for two people, maybe three if the patrons squeezed. Shadows lined the walls, flickering from the many movements of waiters and waitresses hurriedly moving around in an ordered mess. Mild chatter could be heard from everywhere around her, giving the insides a uniformly noisy silence.

Cinderella looked behind her as she heard muffled footsteps, seeing a man in a purple robe the same shade as the neon signs. From the quick glance, she noticed the white of bandages tightly wound around his hands up to his forearms, and caught sight too of the golden ear piercings, but paid him little more mind, as the pair before her was shown to their seats, before a second waiter tended to her. It was just a short walk within this small restaurant, with the smell of soup wafting from the kitchen tempting anyone who walked by or inside.

The table she was shown to was fairly standard, with two menus staring back at her, prepared for their patrons. She flipped one open with a hand and tapped the retreating waiter by the shoulder, getting his attention and ordering one of the few options on the first page before taking her seat, as he yelled gibberish to the cooks before returning to the man at the door.

OOC: Sorry, couldn't really find much to respond to :S

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Harichimo

Harichimo


D-rank
When he finally entered through the revolving doors he noticed the duller and more uniform aesthetics of what was advertised outside by the signs. Nothing special about the decor and other furniture as he looked around. The lighting seemed off as the central lights just made puppet shows of the waiters running to and from the tables. Everything seemed rather bland and as regular as any other restaurant of the village and didn't seem to have any stand out features but maybe the food was good enough to speak for itself.

As he waited in line he saw the women from outside going off to be seated on her own at a table. All by herself here? Maybe I should go and introduce myself. Give her somebody to talk with instead of sitting all alone with just a bowl of soup. When it was Harichimo's turn to be helped he just ordered some of his usual soup he would get from the old place to compare the quality of food and asked for it to be delivered to the table he was going to. The waiter would take the order back into the kitchen and disappear from sight as the kitchen seemed to grow loud every time one went back there.

With his order placed he would make his way towards the lady in red sitting all by herself. He would be approaching from behind her but he would make a circle to be in front of her as to not totally surprise her. He would lightly knock on the table before speaking to make sure he had even a sliver of her attention. "Excuse me miss I saw you sitting here by yourself and thought you might like some more company then just your food. If this seat taken?" He would ask with a grin and calming tone.

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Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
Cinder waited almost petulantly at the table, leaning back against her chair. This place had a radiant atmosphere no doubt but it was lonely to spend lunch alone in such an idyllically plain background. Her arms crossed, she waited with nothing to do, somethings thinking back onto the peculiarity that was her two-man team.

It wasn’t long before her incessant waiting was rewarded by the sight of the same individual from behind casually walking up to her table, tapping the tabletop to inform her of his arrival. Her eyes shot up to meet his own as he spoke up, offering to keep her company throughout her meal. In the dim light, it almost looked slightly mysterious and dangerous that a half-lit man would walk up to her. Her mother always did tell her to beware of strangers, and to acquiesce against her wishes just made the option all the sweeter.

“Please, take it,” she replied, eyeing his every motion as if a lab rat. Most of his build was once again hidden underneath the robe, so she could tell little from his body language, despite being often spot on with her initial readings. His robe though suggested his need to hide something. Where most people would suspect baselessly that it had to do with the career that seemed to run amok in their time, Cinderella’s mind toyed with some other possibilities, perhaps a financial debtor who sought to hide… albeit his uniform would be easy to pick out even in a crowd. Maybe an actor?

Her golden eyes would be trained on his and his form, a good five seconds passing between them before she actually spoke, unless he already had something to say, to which she would instead reserve her words to answer his. “So, do you normally sit next to strangers?”

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Harichimo

Harichimo


D-rank
With what seemed like a genuine want of companionship or not wanting a slow death by boredom, the girl accepted his invitation for a dinner guest. Harichimo would slide his chair out and unzip the front of his robe. Feeling to be a little more relaxed he would take off his robe and hang it over the back of the chair, revealing his usual attire whenever he was out and about in the village. A plain top shirt that left his arms and taped forearms exposed as well as his black slacks. He would then take his seat as the two now seemed on opposite sides of the spectrum of clothing. Harichimo wearing whatever felt comfortable for him and the girl wearing apparel as if looking to make fashion statements around the village. When he was seated It would be a couple of seconds of awkward silence before the girl would speak first and ask about his actions and random strangers.

Harichimo would make a little chuckle at her question as he wasn't usually one to go out of his way to meet every person that was alone or looked like they needed company. For now he just wanted some company of the older sort and no more of dealing with children and younger shinobi for at least the next couple of hours. He would look back into the girls piercing amber colored eyes which seemed to remind of him of a shinobi he had run a mission with but he could not remember the name. "Nah not really. Only on days when I need a new look on the world around me or need to detach myself from the daily grind. Speaking of which where are my manners? My name is Harichimo Kazako. I work at the small clinic that is run by my family. May I ask about yourself?" He would ask in his sincere tone as a waiter came by to drop off some glasses of water which Harichimo would accept and take a sip of his, letting the ice cold water replenish his throat.

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Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
Following her gesture, the man would free himself of his confining purple robe, letting it dangle in half over the back of his chair. The plain top shirt clung snugly onto his body, and bandages were wrapped tightly around his forearms in the traditional shinobi manner. His black pants shuffled as he moved to take his seat opposite her, his casual bearing little resemblance to her own choice of clothing. He did nothing to alleviate the air of awkward silence that hung between them, stalking them as much as her eyes stalked him.

He denied her playful rib, correcting that his immersion with strangers normally followed the need for fresh perspective or just a retreat from his heavy workload. Well, fresh perspective she could certainly deliver. Her head bobbed down once to acknowledge his name, and she noted in her head the small clinic he referred to, sitting solitarily on its own amongst a sea of injured and sick.

“My name is Cinderella,” she responded to the prompt as her transparent glass of cool water was seated in front of her. Her left hand reached for it, closing around it and bringing it close to her lips. “I’m a fashion designer,” she finished with a small lie before having a small sip. The cold liquid danced in her throat, ticklish to the touch. “On most days.”

The truth didn’t hurt, but Cinderella always liked the thrill of the sneak. She was a kunoichi and the sly was her bread and butter. The niche of her profession was likely a factor in her team placement. Her sensei hadn’t taken offense to it, or not openly, though she toyed with the fact that he would frown upon her games at this small table for two. It was a pity for Harichimo, but perhaps he would be able to dig in through her years of psychological training.

“You were the Tsuchikage’s student, weren’t you?” she asked, the information having spread through word of mouth. It was in passing, but she’d also latched onto it. “I’d expected you would be running a larger clinic than your family’s.”

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Harichimo

Harichimo


D-rank
The girl would introduce herself as Cinderella. A fashion designer in her time which explained her attire for the occasion. Normally only the richer citizens would go around in those kinds of clothes but it was nice to know someone who did it on there own. The village could benefit from someone with her tastes of clothes. But something in the back of his mind was picking uo the vibes of something more. His intuition was usually fifty fifty so he would try to disregard it as he was simply her guest for the meal.

Then it seemed as if his reputation had finally caught up to him and beat him to the punch. The girl had known he was a student of the former Tsuchikage. It was probably to be expected now that he was of a higher rank and one of the six Monoliths. It was something to get used and then she would question about his role in his family's clinic not being in a bigger clinic. He would just chuckle and take another sip of his water before he would respond.

"Yeah I was the top student of the former Tsuchikage. But as a Kazako I kind of have the obligation of helping round the clinic. The hospital already has its own expert with the head of the Medical Division as it's consultant. And I'm  not really one for taking charge or being involved in the big plans the current Tsuchikage is brewing. But enough about me since you seem to know what everyone is saying about me around the village. What else are you doing around the village besides your fashion designs?" Harichimo would ask as he would sit more upright in his chair and swing an arm over the back of it to appear more relaxed.

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Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
Cinderella studied Harichimo as his face contorted slightly in humour, a chuckle escaping his lips. The man quenched his thirst before replying. His status as the top student, self-proclaimed or official, was still a prestige. Few could claim to study under Kage, and records suggested the previous Tsuchikage was especially ferocious in his regiments. It explained Harichimo’s healthy physique and the bandages wrapped beyond his wrists; no doubt he inherited his sensei’s fearful Taijutsu.

Maybe a bit pitifully his familial obligation won out against the luxuriant career awaiting a ninja with such credentials. Cinderella would never grasp the idea of abandoning her career for returning to the Land of Earth’s capitol, where she would likely be strung into civilian work for her father. Most her skills as a ninja, wasted with his wishes. However, perhaps Harichimo’s intent was a medical touch, since mention of the hospital seemed to seize his attention for a moment. It would justify a life in the clinics, boxed in by walls in a sterilised office mending the wounded.

“Me?” she asked when prompted. Her right hand rested on the spot just above her breasts, gesturing to herself with her question. “I do odd jobs around the village. A woman needs to make a living somehow,” she finished enigmatically, before turning the conversation on its tail, latching onto Harichimo’s offhand comment about their Tsuchikage. Having been shortlisted as his student, her interest was naturally piqued. His reputation aside, Iwagakure’s internal affairs thrilled her; the subject would’ve been brought up regardless of her relationship with Karumo. “Anyway, what would your opinion of our current Tsuchikage be? You mentioned he had big plans brewing. You should have some valuable insight, having learned under the last.”

As he proceeded to indulge her, should he choose to, their respective orders would come. Still, Cinderella’s interest in his words would keep her entranced from her meal, his information sating a thirst for knowledge no food could satisfy.

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Harichimo

Harichimo


D-rank
Cinderella would explain her activities as doing random jobs around the village to make her living. Harichimo would just nod and sip his water as she was ready to fire back another question. Actually multiple questions about the new Tsuchikage. It made him put down the glass and get a huge grin as he had to dig back and reminisce about the times he and Karumo had been through. "Well if you are really interested in the current Tsuchikage then you couldn't have picked a better person to let join you for a meal. Me and Tsuchikage have been running mates since he left the Fantomusado compound. Heck we could have been in the same squad since he spent just as much time with the former Tsuchikage as I did. He is a perfect person to be running the village. He wouldn't have even needed the recommendation of the former Tsuchiakge to have my consideration. As for plans that is all on his end. I am not one for playing the power and political games which is why the former Tsuchikage put his name forward instead of mine. I am happy to have him in that positison though. It makes it easier for me to understand when things start to happen around here."

After speaking the food would arrive for the table. He would take his bowl and look over to Cinderella as he grabbed the spoon for it. "So why so much interest in the new Tsuchikage? Trying to find inspiration, trying to talk with him, what's the game? He would ask as he got a spoon full of soup and let it down his throat. He was quite enjoying the quality of the broth. It made up for the lack of atmosphere in the room.

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Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
Harichimo rested the glass before he indulged her peculiar interest in the current Tsuchikage. She’d won the lottery with the Tsuchikage’s close friend not a meter ahead, ready to gratify her curiosity on Karumo’s background. There were certainly things you didn’t hear about from rumours alone. Throughout his reminiscence, she leaned back against her chair comfortably to his words.

The perfect person to be behind the Tsuchikage’s desk, he said? Karumo certainly seemed scholarly when she’d been invited for a one-on-one in his warm office. He’d even been thumbing a book when she’d peeked in through his door. She recalled Karumo’s concern for her detachment fracturing the team dynamics, even if she wouldn’t purposefully stab her teammates in the back. Despite how much she’d gleaned from his body language, most of Karumo remained a mystery, and if they were going to be spending more time together, she thirsted for more knowledge of his person. It was only fair, as he had access to her private, personal folders.

Incidentally, Harichimo wrapped up his words just before their meal came. She took a small bite of her meal, acting the very part of fragile woman she knew of. Meanwhile, her partner raised his own concern, and her lips curved into a smile with every suggestion past his lips. Finding inspiration, trying to talk to him… what was her game? Her eyes locked onto his, as he ate, wondering if it would be safe to spill. It would at least be interesting to see his reaction, true or not her words were.

As soon as she was sure the soup was halfway draining down his throat, she answered with a mischievous grin, half-hoping he’d choke humorously, “Intimate knowledge, really. He sees through me so transparently, so easily. I just want to know more about the man I’ll doubtlessly be spending time with.”

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Harichimo

Harichimo


D-rank
Cinderella would make her comment and it would catch Harichimo more off guard then any other time. He made a quick gulp and the warm soup ended up back into his mouth and down the wrong pipe as he seemed to half choke and cough for a moment. He had to pound his chest to bring himself back under control. He would look over to the girl that was probably hiding some sort of smile and just gave her a look of question. "Well then. If it is that sort of thing I should probably keep my mouth shut if he has chosen not to fully reveal himself to you huh?" Harichimo would return to his smile and grab his bowl to drink down a good portion of it, determined to enjoy some before taking his leave. After he had taken his huge swig of the broth he would lick his lips before speaking again. "Just know that the Tsuchikage is a master technician, being an old member of the Oracles. He will have you figured out in ways you can't imagine before you can crack his surface." He would give another smile before getting up and reaching into his robe and taking out his wallet. He would rummage through and put enough on the table to cover both of their meals. "Now if you excuse me miss, my break is soon to be over and I am sure there is probably someone that needs attention back at the clinic. I wish you and the Tsuchikage the best if your future endeavors you are going to need it." Harichimo would have himself a chuckle as he would put his robe back on and start to head for the exit. It was certainly the kind of break he needed for the grind of the clinic. He would wave goodbye to his new acquaintance before exiting out the front doors anc back into the bright sun of the village. He wasn't going to be in a hurry to get back to the clinic so he would start to walk back in the most leisurely of paces.

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Cinderella

Cinderella


D-rank
The man’s near-regurgitation of his food was a humorous sight and Cinderella watched passively as he pounded on his chest to tame the rebelling esophagus. She hadn’t expected him to react so vividly to her words; human interpretation was fun to tinker with. Nevertheless, she watched him quickly down his meal as the two attended to their orders in silence. Cinderella toyed with his words, understanding already Karumo’s mind brilliantly stood out from his peers. She looked forward to her test as she continued her meal in solitude, her lunch partner excusing himself to return to the care of his family's clinic.

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