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1French Inquisition [/Private] Empty French Inquisition [/Private] Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:26 am

Nick Saturn

Nick Saturn


D-rank




"Ahaha, Konohogakure's vraiment passionnant ~"

Nick spoke as his eyes looked into the sky, eyeing the glowing moon. The scent of apples had faded away since he entered the village. The male was sitting on the edge of a mountain in the village. Said mountain had a few faces of people in them. Nick wondered who they were, and why the village of Konohagakure had faces of people carved into mountains. He saw it as a strategical weakness, for you know, war times. He grinned slightly and stood up. Nick reached into his pocket and found his pocket watch in his breast pocket, looking at it he would wonder what time it was. Since the birds had started to tweet and the darkness seemed to fade away.

It was five thirty AM. Nick put his pocket watch back into his breast pocket and mildly yawned into his hand. Maybe he should nap somewhere and do some exciting activities tomorrow. Since after all, the weather in this village wasn't an obstacle; like in Sunagakure. Swimming sounded lovely, but so did causing a massive ruckus. Maybe he ought to cause the ruckus now, and swim tomorrow? Sounded solid, he thought. But how would he cause a ruckus? He had noticed by long that someone was watching him. Could he do it without being caught? Probably not. Nick groaned mildly. Wondering who was following him. Maybe it was someone who wanted to end his life, or it was some security guard from this village. He didn't know where he was, but Nick had an odd sense. Some may call it instinct; it's basically feeling being watched. He had a good idea where the general direction was of the person following him, but he couldn't say for sure. He ignored it for now.

"Peut-être que je n'ai miel sur mes fesses. ~"

Nick said, snickering mildly. He stood up and stretched his back a little. He adjusted his black leather coat and bent down, with one knee onto the rocks of the mountain. He noticed that his shoe laces were a little loose. Nick straightened up and tightened them a little. He did with the same with the other leather boot. After adjusting his shoe laces the male would stand up, rubbing his neck with his hand. Nick would then start to get off of the mountain, it was quite large. He went around town for a few hours, trying to find open convenience stores or taverns. Everything, unfortunately, was closed. Nick groaned once again. Did this village have night curfew?

Nick then decided to sleep in a tree. It sure sounded something that a rich individual like him wouldn't do. But since he had no choice, he went up the closest tree he saw. It was a little away from the general population. He climbed it and ended up laying on a very thick branch. The tree in itself was quite enormous. He closed his eyes and put his backpack below his head. After he closed his eyes he pretended to be asleep. Knowing that the person who was stalking him was still around. Wondering how long the person stalking him would think on deciding on whether or not to strike. Nick pretended to be asleep for an hour. The stalker finally decided to move in, with extreme caution. A slight smile appeared on Nicks face, knowing the boiling point of the stalker was coming closer. He could hear footsteps from a little distance, the stalker was about ten meters away from Nick. In another tree. He was thinking about what was in his arsenal that would be perfect to use.

He then knew what to use. He rolled over slightly, still pretending to be asleep. This made his stalker waver and made him think some more. All of this was Nicks psychological warfare to stall some time. He was kneading chakra in his mouth and exhaling it slowly, not rapidly like his jutsu initially intended to be used but slowly so it wouldn't seem suspicious. The gaseous substance was getting closer to the tree with the stalker in it by a slow speed. But it was getting there. The stalker didn't notice the smelly substance since he tunneled his entire focus on his vision. Nick pretended to bring up his hand to his face to yawn but instead he made a slight spark. An explosion was immediately followed, the stalker was fried by Nicks fire immediately, since he was completely covered by it. Nick opened his eyes to identify his stalker. It was a bird. Nick groaned, maybe it was his paranoia?

"C’est des conneries"

It was then seven AM when Nick decided to go back to the village, he seemed well rested, which was quite odd since he didn't sleep much.





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2French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:48 am

Margaret Ducan

Margaret Ducan


D-rank
Finally, it had been time. Margaret Ducan, a woman of great spiritual power, confidence, and responsibilities had finally became a konohagakure shinobi. She honestly never believed she would see herself in such a position, it was quite a shock. Never did she anticipated that this was the path she would take towards completing her goals, and neither did she believe it was happening for the slightest second. There Margaret laid, on a shabby bed, half awake and half asleep. She didn't know which side would take over, but sooner or later it would take effect. Half asleep, she noticed a newspaper far of to the left side of her bed. The newspaper was perfectly folded, and rested upon her desk.

"When did I get this?" she had thought to herself.

Margaret didn't have a single clue as to when she had gotten this newspaper. Curious she looked over to the right side of her bed, and noticed last weeks ship-in of newspapers. The most recent one she had within her position, she had finished reading the other day. But it had seemed that this newspaper was a few days ahead. This was really weird to her, so she panicked. Of course she didn't show out or act in a panicked state, but easily calmed herself to think things through. Maybe after all the half sleep was kicking in, maybe Margaret was seeing things that was in her mind. Hallucinations.

Margaret wasn't much of a drinker, but she insisted she must. Near he desk was a full cold bottle fulled of sake. She stared at it for a long period of time, before finally touching the bottle. Popping the game, it made a quite disturbing ring to her ears, and the after echo that had seemed to sound like water crashing on the ocean. Margaret took a sip, then another. She then scurried herself to her window, and looked outside in the morning sky. Margaret turned her head one hundred eighty degrees to the left, and by the glimpse of her eye noticed what time it was.

"Ah, shit!" she had yelled in her head.

She didn't notice that the time was so early, and that should could spend her time sleeping instead of drinking sake, but it was too late. Margaret no longer felt the need to sleep, the sake was kicking in. Her cheeks had turned bright red, and she started to walk in a sluggish way. She managed to make her way over towards the mirror, tripping, tossing, and flailing on her way there. Margaret looked at herself in the mirror, what was this unladylike act? No, it couldn't be. Was Margaret drunk?

Margaret wobbled her way towards her door, opened it, and paused. All she had noticed was a man sleeping in a tree, and laughed.

"You wouldn't care to tell me why a foxy boy like you would be sleeping on a tree branch, now would you?" Margaret stated as she made her way to the trunk of the tree. She had leaned on it, with one leg out, drinking her sake.

What a way to begin the day.




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3French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Sun Apr 27, 2014 5:34 pm

Nick Saturn

Nick Saturn


D-rank




Nick heard a faint laugh from a distance away. He eyed where it came from but couldn't say. He squinted his eyes a little. He then saw a person coming closer to the tree he was laying on. It seemed to be a female, quite elegant she seemed which Nick deducted from the way she walked. He slightly bit on his tongue as he saw her getting closer. Hoping that her intentions weren't hostile. She seemed nice though, so Nick smiled slightly at her as he got up and sat straight on the tree bark. He heard birds around the area. Which was unique.

A bird had landed on his shoulder. Nick was surprised by that. Considering that he was in a country that only had artificial birds made from chakra. Nick smiled a little and reached into his pocket, feeding the bird some of the bread that he had packaged in his pocket. The bird pecked the bread of his hand and fled away. Nick smiled and looked into the horizon as the bird was flying. It felt somewhat... peaceful.

"Hello. ~"

Nick said as he was called a foxy boy. He wondered why. Maybe because of his hair? Could she know about his fire skills? Maybe. Nick put his backpack back onto his back as the female spoke some more.

"Haha, yeah, I arrived yesterday, or rather this morning at five AM or so, which meant that the taverns weren't open unfortunately. . ~"

Nick said as he got off the tree and stood next to her, slightly eyeing her. Her bright orange eyes were somewhat unique. It made him smile, his blue bright ones were completely different. Nick was intrigued by genetics.

"My name is Nick Saturn, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Nick said, introducing himself. Hopefully, she wouldn't react in a hostile manner. He wondered what to do today. Maybe the lady in front of him could help him with that? He smiled a little at her, it was common courtesy of Nick to eat breakfast with people. He disliked the thought of eating breakfast alone.

"Would you be interested in joining me for breakfast? It'll be on me."
Nick was quite charismatic, he was confident enough that he was charismatic enough to peak the interest of the lady, hoping that she would agree to his offer. It'd be nice if she knew a nice breakfast spot as well, since he didn't know much about the village.





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4French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Mon Apr 28, 2014 6:11 pm

Margaret Ducan

Margaret Ducan


D-rank
Was it her, or was she simple imagining it? Was this foxy boy actually looking at Margaret, he must not have any manners. There she stood silently, looking up from above at this foxy boy. He seemed rather relaxed at first, but Margaret could smell the scent of uneasiness on this foxy boy. This was all because of her Inuzuka traits that she had inherited, and she was liking these special characteristics lately. On the other hand, foxy boy awoke from his slumber, standing straight-up on a branch.

"What a weird man.." Margaret said in her head. But she didn't expect to understand, since she knew nothing about boys, nor cared to figure them out.

In a faint distance the sound of birds could be heard, almost as if they were close by in Margaret's case. The birds had sung a beautiful tone, and in the distance they swirled about with the wind, creating a very soothing feeling along with the horizon. Truly beautiful. A black eyed bird had landed on foxy boys shoulder, almost as if nature was gathering around him.

"Sooner or later this guy might attract bears.." she joked to herself.

Foxy boy had reached into his pocket, so of course Margaret took caution, but after all it was a just a few remnants of a piece of bread to feed the bird that had rested perfectly still on his shoulder.

"Hello.~" foxy boy had said.

Margaret had no problem about this man wanting to start a conversation, but if he had planned on entertaining her, he wasn't do so much of a good job. Plus, her attention was more focused on the view then foxy boy.

"Haha, yeah, I arrived yesturday, or rather this morning at five AM or so, which meant that the taverns weren't open unfortunately..~" foxy boy continue on.

Her attention had now been fully focused on foxy boy, he said something that had made Margaret feel a tad uneasy. So, quickly Margaret hide the sake behind her back, for she was no drinker, and wasn't going to hold a reputation for it. Foxy boy had then leaped off of the tree branch, in the most silent and quickest way, she didn't even expect it. Together, both there eyes met, her blazing orange eyes, and his bright blue eyes. A spark had occurred yes, but not for love. Foxy boy had put a smile on his face, so Margaret played it off by slightly smiling back and she stared at the ground.

"My name is Nick Saturn, it's a pleasure to meet you." foxy boy had stated.

"Nick Saturan, what a name indeed." Margaret restated in her thoughtful field of concentration.

To make it even worse, foxy boy thought he could pull out the whole 'go to breakfast card trick'.

"Would you be interested in joining me for breakfast? It'll be on me." the brave man had spoke.

Margaret took her time, thought about it, and made a finally decision. Maybe this was her chance to learn about boys. Maybe this was her path, but she wouldn't know until she tried. Maybe foxy boy is the key to her completing her goal, but who knows.

"Alright, I will go to breakfast with you, only under one condition. You tell me stories of your past adventures, because honestly you don't seem to be from around here. Also, I don't happen to know any places around her, since I usually eat alone, so I guess we both have to search for a good spot." is all she managed to say.

She looked at him, noticing his hair, it made her smile for some odd reason.

"Oh yeah, I won't tell you my name unless you interest me with your stories." Margaret snickered.




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5French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Tue Apr 29, 2014 10:05 am

Nick Saturn

Nick Saturn


D-rank




Nick snickered as she saw her eyes go down and look at the ground. Was she shy? She indeed seemed to be quite silent. Maybe because of Nicks aura? His posture was somewhat intimidating he realized. Her body language indicated that something was amiss. He noticed her arms behind her back, was she holding a kunai to try to defend herself against Nick or something? Nicks attitude showed that he was mildly amused by her. Nick waited on her reply, she seemed to take quite a little while. But it was no bother to him. He brought his hand slowly to his face and began stroking his cheek.

She wanted to hear stories of his travel? He would wink at her and nod, but he doubt she'd see his wink if she was staring the ground, thus he spoke.

"Very well."

Nick agreed to her condition. Nick was curious into what kind of personality she had, of course he would try to find out by poking her with remarks and body language to catch her response and continue on that. For now, she seemed quite shy, fickle and a little enigmatic. He then listened to her once again before smiling again.

"Hah, okay. Let me tell you about the time I was in the east then."
Nick said as he was starting to walk. The inner-city wasn't that far away, maybe about ten to fifteen minutes of walking. It seemed as if they were in the outskirts of Konohagakure. But it wasn't a problem. Nick unzipped his leather coat as his traditional uniform used in Chinese martial arts was showing slightly. There were many stories that he could share that were interesting, but some involved horror and some where somewhat melodramatic. Like the time a kid with a wheelchair got stuck in the railing of a train and the train was just about to come.

Or the time when child soldiers with explosive tags attached to their bodies would jump on soldiers from another country, suicide-terrorists that were children. Nick has seen a lot of things in his lifetime, but he wondered what he could share that she wouldn't be disgusted by or didn't find awfully boring. Maybe a more comedic one?

"There was this emperor named Kaizai. This was about five years ago."
Nick said as he kept on walking. Konohagakure was quite lively, this meant that the streets were quite crowded. Grandmothers mostly, Nick noticed. Which was quite weird, since he didn't see a lot of those around in other places of the world.

"He was dubbed a dictator. A man of power, his throne was made from iron. He was notorious for awarding himself many titles and awards. He was known for being crazy"

Nick said, slightly skipping as he was walking, looking at the ground as his eyes were almost closed. They usually were like that, it was a habit of his.





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6French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Sat May 03, 2014 9:25 am

Margaret Ducan

Margaret Ducan


D-rank
This foxy boy, Nick, he was a rather strange man. He didn't seem to be alerted by her presence, and neither did he go against the fact that she could have attacked him at any given time. Margaret is more of a fighter, but this particular person, Nick was different. He was calm, gentle and kind from the looks of it. But in the end, everyone has their secrets, some of which aren't meant to be told. She had seen foxy boy bring his hand towards his cheek, gently stroking it as if he were thinking of something. Was her question not clear? Margaret was sure she had been very specific in the condition she had given, but i was up to foxy boy to accept or deny it. Even though she had been staring at the ground, she was more focused on Nick from a different viewing angle. On the ground, there was a batch of flowers, and the tiny insects that were finding its way to the leaves of the flowers. It was like a pathway system, to guide the bugs toward their destination. Quite interested, Margaret had decided to pick up one of the flowers. This flower had red, white, and purple coloring mixed around on the leaves. It may not have been the most beautiful of plants, but it sure was interesting. From the glimpse of her eye, she had noticed that Nick had winked and nodded in approval to her condition, but overall it had seemed she didn't even see him from the angle she was looking at.

"So he accepts my condition.." Margaret spoke to herself. She was quite thrilled, for she had wanted to know more about Nick.

"Hah, okay. Let me tell you of the time I was in the east then." foxy boy had stated.

Margaret had been thrown of guard, she never had anticipated that Nick would have started his storing telling of his passed adventures so quickly. Maybe he was in a rush, or maybe he did mistake her condition in some way. But, either way she had been fine with this, it didn't bother her at all. They both had continued to walk, as the inner-city of Konohagakure hadn't been that far away. A marvelous site it was, very beautiful and it had demonstrated why Konohagakure had been a strong nation.

"There was this emperor named Kiazai. This was about five years ago." Nick had continue on.

They were already there, the inner-city of Konohagakure in a matter of minutes, seeing the streets crowded with people from all over. Little kids, grandmothers, parents, tourists, it was all amazing.

"He was dubbed a dictator. A man of power, his throne was made from iron. He was notorious for awarding himself many titles and awards. He was known for being crazy." foxy boy said.

Margaret was very fascinated, for Nick's stories weren't half bad. It kept her more interested, wanting to know more.

"I am highly interested in your adventures, Nick, but maybe we can take this conversation over at that restaurant located to our right?" Margaret said kind of delighted.



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7French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Sat May 03, 2014 10:13 pm

Margaret Ducan

Margaret Ducan


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leaving this thread for now, thank you for a fun time. ~

8French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Tue May 13, 2014 7:22 am

Nick Saturn

Nick Saturn


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Nick bit his lip and nodded. He liked to share stories of his adventures. Nick noticed someone walking on the roof tiles. Said person was wearing a mask and a black cloak. Perhaps it was an ANBU guard keeping tabs on him? It might be, Nick was quite noticeable in a village if he didn't do his best to hide his presence. But that was a story for another time. His eyes were a little squinted, feeling a bit skeptical. He always was a little paranoid, which could be described as a bad habit of his. They arrived in the inner-centrum of the village. It was very crowded here. Nick was an odd individual, he didn't exactly blend into a crowd considering that he was 6'4", but that didn't mean that his movements were as a shadow. It seemed like he was slipping between the people to walk very easy. After a little bit, they would arrive at the restaurant. Nick opened the door for Margaret, he was somewhat chivalrous.

He was running his tongue against his teeth. The restaurant seemed somewhat fancy. Elegant, certainly. It reminded him a lot of his previous kingdom, where he used to be a prince. It was a weird kingdom. Nick waited on the waiter to point them a table. They didn't reserve a table so it would be rude for them to just sit down at an empty table. After a minute of standing the waiter came to them and greeted the both of them.

"Ah, good day monsieur and mademoiselle. Please take a seat at the table near the window."

The waiter then pointed at said table. Nick nodded and walked towards it. He didn't really greet the waiter or thank him, Nick could be considered somewhat rude. But in reality, his mind was focused on the kitchen. Where they hygienic? From the fact that the waiter used gloves and that the kitchen from the corner of his eye looked clean he would guess so. Nick sat on the comfy chair and looked outside for a little bit. He would look back into Margaret if she had sat across him.

"One day this emperor Kaizai decided that he was the strongest individual in the kingdom. The strongest, as in power. The next day, he decided that he was the most skilled person in combat. And on that day, five people came to challenge this title. They had every right so. Since the emperor didn't want to tell them no and embarrass himself by refusing their challenge he decided to fight them one by one."


Nick said, he looked at the table. Somewhat aggravated. When this all had happened he was fourteen. Which meant that it was four-years ago. Nicks body language wasn't showing that he was agitated. He trained himself into hiding his emotions on his body. Though his teeth gritting against each other as he was speaking was very slightly noticeable. The waiter then came to their table to take their order.




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9French Inquisition [/Private] Empty Re: French Inquisition [/Private] Wed May 14, 2014 8:09 pm

Margaret Ducan

Margaret Ducan


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sorry, but im not going to continue this anymore for personal reasons.

exiting ~

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