1 A New Night, A New City [Open/No Killing/Training] Sun Nov 16, 2014 2:21 pm
Dameon
D-rank
Dameon was now simply sightseeing. He had arrived in Suna only the night before and had been sleeping in the abandoned factory by the Oasis just outside the gates. His hair still looking like a mess from the way he had slept the night before. He ran his hands through his hair trying to fix his bed head and after a few attempts he would become successful. He wasn’t really sure what there was to do in Suna or where to go. He figured he would just walk and see where the day took him. The heat was still unforgiving on his all black attire but his years of training prevented him from caring more than he should have. Other people looked at him as well like he was crazy for wearing the colors he had chosen. It was only then that he realized how much he stood out amongst the crowd of the people that were from the village in the sand. He scratched the back of his head and ignored their glares as he continued his walk through the city. Another reason he stood out was because Dameon was obviously a shinobi with the way his sword was attached to his back but at the same time everyone could gather he wasn’t from the same country. They never asked questions though and they just moved on about their day. Dameon snuck into the shade of a nearby food stand and sat down on the stool observing what they had.
Mostly it seemed the food was not too different from what they had in Kiri the biggest difference he could tell was that the spices were different and that Suna had some of its own specialty dishes. In Kiri they had a lot of seafood which he hated. Here though it seemed they had curry and other spicy dishes that almost replicated their village in terms of heat. Dameon would order a bowl of curry and rice and nearly devoured it whole the moment he got to start eating it. The heat for him building up enough afterward that he only had to take a few sips of water despite having ordered the hottest thing on the menu. The chef stood there staring slack jawed not just at how quickly he had eaten the food but also how he had handled the hot spices he had unloaded into the curry to make it something to be reckoned with. Dameon feeling more satisfied drank the rest of his water to hydrate himself and handed the chef some money before he stood up once again and headed back toward the center of the city. From what he gathered there was only a handful of noteworthy places to go in Suna and half of which involved fighting arenas. He wasn’t really in the mood to fight for entertainment at least not at the moment. There was also a museum and a strip club, and a couple other more scenic options. Rather than decide he was already feeling like he needed a nap.
After walking a few more miles in the village he discovered a nice little bench under an umbrella that offered plenty of protection from the sun. He was not used to being under such heavy rays of the sun and his skin was slowly becoming redder because of it. He sat down on the bench before he rotated himself horizontally and flopped onto the rest of the bench with his back. His feet still placed firmly on the bench to comfort himself. He crossed one leg over the other and closed his eyes starting to get used to the constant heat of the city but finding it even more relaxing to plant himself in the shade and pretend to forget all about it. Eventually the sounds of people walking around would begin to fade and he would start to focus on the rhythm of his own breathing before he dozed off. Falling asleep lately had been easy for him unlike in the past probably because of his overworked nature and his job titles. Though now when he did sleep his dreams haunted him showing him images and reminding him of the parts of his life he longed to forget. Some reoccurring dreams he would have would involve his time in the war fighting for his life and the lives of others, or how he almost died. One thing that always popped up though was the vision he had on his deathbed showing him the shrine of his clan that had still yet to be recovered.
Today was different though. Today he was reminded of all the mistakes he had made and the people that left his life. His past lover was from Suna and she had left him to die in the chaos of the war and never even bothered to learn the truth. He hoped he wouldn’t have to see her now after all this time. The images of her dying when he had been captured and tortured via genjutsu. The people he slaughtered afterward feeling relief and almost enjoyment. It wasn’t the man he wanted to be but the man he had to become to survive. As he dreamed a tear would stream from his eye across his cheek. Another nightmare would present itself in the form of helplessness. He was tied to a large cross and in front of him were all the people he ever cared about from mist and otherwise and people he had only just recently met. A shadow behind them of a man holding a sword would cut each one of them down methodically. Dameon would scream and yell for him to stop as the fire beneath him swallowed the cross whole engulfing him in the fires of death. The man in the shadows would step forward and it was himself. Dameon would wake up startled and looking around cautiously to see if anyone was around. It was already night in Suna. His nightmare telling him he would be the death of all those he cared for. He sighed wiping sweat from his brow with the forearm of his jacket. He stood up realizing the heat must have only helped to create the effect of his nightmare but still it felt all too real and it made him question whether or not he had caused them harm.
After a good hour of walking around a night and waking up from his nightmare he stood at the center of the city looking up at the sky and toward the stars in the night that shined much brighter here than in Kiri. Half a small crossed his face as he explored the sky with his eyes happy to have come here. Even though he only had one purpose here in the city.
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Mostly it seemed the food was not too different from what they had in Kiri the biggest difference he could tell was that the spices were different and that Suna had some of its own specialty dishes. In Kiri they had a lot of seafood which he hated. Here though it seemed they had curry and other spicy dishes that almost replicated their village in terms of heat. Dameon would order a bowl of curry and rice and nearly devoured it whole the moment he got to start eating it. The heat for him building up enough afterward that he only had to take a few sips of water despite having ordered the hottest thing on the menu. The chef stood there staring slack jawed not just at how quickly he had eaten the food but also how he had handled the hot spices he had unloaded into the curry to make it something to be reckoned with. Dameon feeling more satisfied drank the rest of his water to hydrate himself and handed the chef some money before he stood up once again and headed back toward the center of the city. From what he gathered there was only a handful of noteworthy places to go in Suna and half of which involved fighting arenas. He wasn’t really in the mood to fight for entertainment at least not at the moment. There was also a museum and a strip club, and a couple other more scenic options. Rather than decide he was already feeling like he needed a nap.
After walking a few more miles in the village he discovered a nice little bench under an umbrella that offered plenty of protection from the sun. He was not used to being under such heavy rays of the sun and his skin was slowly becoming redder because of it. He sat down on the bench before he rotated himself horizontally and flopped onto the rest of the bench with his back. His feet still placed firmly on the bench to comfort himself. He crossed one leg over the other and closed his eyes starting to get used to the constant heat of the city but finding it even more relaxing to plant himself in the shade and pretend to forget all about it. Eventually the sounds of people walking around would begin to fade and he would start to focus on the rhythm of his own breathing before he dozed off. Falling asleep lately had been easy for him unlike in the past probably because of his overworked nature and his job titles. Though now when he did sleep his dreams haunted him showing him images and reminding him of the parts of his life he longed to forget. Some reoccurring dreams he would have would involve his time in the war fighting for his life and the lives of others, or how he almost died. One thing that always popped up though was the vision he had on his deathbed showing him the shrine of his clan that had still yet to be recovered.
Today was different though. Today he was reminded of all the mistakes he had made and the people that left his life. His past lover was from Suna and she had left him to die in the chaos of the war and never even bothered to learn the truth. He hoped he wouldn’t have to see her now after all this time. The images of her dying when he had been captured and tortured via genjutsu. The people he slaughtered afterward feeling relief and almost enjoyment. It wasn’t the man he wanted to be but the man he had to become to survive. As he dreamed a tear would stream from his eye across his cheek. Another nightmare would present itself in the form of helplessness. He was tied to a large cross and in front of him were all the people he ever cared about from mist and otherwise and people he had only just recently met. A shadow behind them of a man holding a sword would cut each one of them down methodically. Dameon would scream and yell for him to stop as the fire beneath him swallowed the cross whole engulfing him in the fires of death. The man in the shadows would step forward and it was himself. Dameon would wake up startled and looking around cautiously to see if anyone was around. It was already night in Suna. His nightmare telling him he would be the death of all those he cared for. He sighed wiping sweat from his brow with the forearm of his jacket. He stood up realizing the heat must have only helped to create the effect of his nightmare but still it felt all too real and it made him question whether or not he had caused them harm.
After a good hour of walking around a night and waking up from his nightmare he stood at the center of the city looking up at the sky and toward the stars in the night that shined much brighter here than in Kiri. Half a small crossed his face as he explored the sky with his eyes happy to have come here. Even though he only had one purpose here in the city.
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