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Answers at the Bottom of a Bottle (You Won't Find Them) [Open/Don't Kill Pls] Thu Aug 30, 2018 1:28 am
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Two differently shaded blue eyes stared up at the ceiling of what could only be some sort of fusion of a strip club, dance club, and bar in one. Though, one would think that simply naming it a strip club would give the idea of all three anyway. Still, the eyes belonged to a middle aged male who held a bottle of amber liquid in his left hand, a tanto in his right. He had a scar that was nearly half a foot long running from his eyebrow down to his cheek upon the left side, cutting through even the eyelid. The man was clad in a black tee shirt that covered around half of his biceps, nearly fitting well to his torso, almost skin tight, blue jeans that cut off two inches above his heel, and black sneakers with black socks that rode his ankles. The man bore no sign of allegiance to any village or creed, the only item which could allude to his identity if one didn't know him was a black cloak with red trim that was folded up neatly on the table in front of him. The man continued to stare at the ceiling, a somber look upon his bearded face, his left hand coming up to tip the bottle back, allowing his lips to wrap around the mouth of it and take a mighty swig of the cinnamon and charcoal scented contents. Upon finishing the drink he was taking, he leaned forward and clumsily sat the bottle upon the table he was at, next to two other unopened ones, and two empty ones. When he leaned forward, the light shone upon his features, giving enough light to show the flecks of grey within his almost onyx hair. The man used his now available left hand to stroke his beard as he stared at four pieces of paper upon his mahogany wood table, muttering to himself under his breath. Other patrons of the establishment were enjoying themselves merrily, and he seemed more troubled than one should be for a place that seemed wrought with joy and pleasures. There was much to do, much he wanted to escape from, but much he needed to finish. Syekren was a former Sand shinobi who helped bring down his own home, as well as a former Cloud shinobi who simply wanted to get away from his life as a weapon for a nation he had no love for. He was now a man who had no allegiance to any village, nor any person save for himself. His daughter, Chou, was the obvious exception. But she had gone on her own path, and it wasn't in Syekren's nature to force her to stay. Still, his eyes flitted from each of his pages, a sigh escaping his lips. Each page was a target he'd said he would take out, trying to make a name for a mercenary company he was in the process of starting up. He'd already completed the first step, which was to get his birdhouses for his ravens set up in each major village. This was to control the influx of information and keep an eye on each kage. From what he could tell of the Kage so far, the young Tsuchikage had went missing for no apparent reason. That would mean a power struggle was inevitable in the land of rock, which brought his attention to the flyers posted for the bounties of the individuals on the table before him. If he could only get in good with one of the villages, he would be set on clientele and his group would attract new members. That was the plan, anyway. He didn't really think it would be as easy as it sounded in his head. Especially because of how much he'd been drinking. The man sighed and began to twirl his tanto around in his right hand, the left grabbing his bottle once more. He tipped his head back and guzzled the rest of the bottle down, throwing his tanto into the air. He watched it fall quietly, letting out a slight burp when it stabbed into the table with a thunk, impaling one of the wanted posters. The man sighed and set the now empty bottle next to the others, leaning forward. 'Tenkai, Yuu.' That was troubling, since the photo of the woman it had landed upon had abilities that no one had even seen before. Apparently able to share said abilities with anyone she chose. That would mean if she had any lackeys around, they would have the same abilities she did. Syekren quietly rubbed his chin in thought as he stared at the page, trying to decide exactly how he would go about taking care of her. Mostly because he was in Kirigakure no Sato and all of his targets were somewhere in the land of rock. Taking on the affairs of a nation that would be embroiled in turmoil wasn't usually his style if he hadn't pledged his blade to them, but the coin was good and the opportunity to move up in the world on his own merits was too good to pass up. Syekren leaned back in his chair and grabbed another bottle, biting into the cork. He hiccuped slightly and pulled the cork out, spitting it away from his table before he started to drink from it heavily. He stopped to take a deep breath and let out a sigh of pleasure. It would begin soon enough, might as well enjoy the last night of relaxation. |
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