1 Formality isn't an animal speciality (Karumo/ Private/ No Kill) Sat Feb 25, 2017 7:03 pm
Oki Kuma
D-rank
The sky clouded over, on the verge of raining, yet not quite there. And, for once wearing shoes, and also for once alone, Oki of the Kuma clan walked through the streets of Iwagakure, aiming for a single destination. He was on crutches, his right leg injured and needing rest from his recent encounter with the large Kirigakure ninja… The person that was exactly his reason for going out and about in his current state. Walking via the aid of his wooden walking aids, the bear ninja made his way to one of the more recognisable buildings in Iwagakure no Sato, the most recognisable to any shinobi from the land, and the most important – the administration building.
Pushing the door open with his shoulders, Oki stepped within the building, walking over to a nearby desk. The receptionist there was flipping through papers, writing down facts and figures that Oki had no business knowing, so, didn’t ask further information on it. Instead, he simply stood there, coughing to make sure she knew that he was there. After a brief moment where she held up a finger to indicate him to wait, she continued to write for a while, before looking up, and raising an eyebrow. “Name, and reason for visiting?” she asked blankly, clearly having the sort of stare that told her she had a lot of paperwork to sort through, and didn’t really feel like sitting there waiting too long.
“Kuma, Oki. I requested a meeting with lord Tsuchikage recently, regarding information that is deemed confidential and relating to events that occurred both over borders, and within our own forces, as well as a meeting to organise a second meeting. I heard that he’s not got other meetings today, just lots of paper work, so, I promise not to be long.” As he finished, the woman nodded slowly, picking up a piece of paper and a quill, handing them to the bear man and pointing to the bottom right of the page. “Sign there please, and then make your way. Follow the signs, top floor.”
Quickly complying, the bear man signed, a signature that can best be described perhaps by a paw print formed out of letters, specifically O, K, and I. Then, returning the paper and quill to the receptionist, Oki made his way to what would inevitably be an obstacle he hadn’t prepared for – stairs on crutches. Sighing, he hobbled over to the stairs, crutches clacking with each step, and, on step at a time, slowly pushed his way up the stairs at a slow pace. He could walk short distances without the crutches, and could probably walk without them at the expense of pain. But the doctor’s orders were clear; he had fractured his knee in the fight, as well as several parts of the leg, and had to rest it. Medical aid was making the recovery brief, and it wasn’t fractured any longer, but that still meant the readjustment and recovery period.
After a hassle of a journey up the stairs, one which left even Oki somewhat out of breath, he had made it to the floor indicated, now standing before a door with a sign that stated it was the office of one “Lord Sekuro”. Preparing himself, Oki stepped forward slightly, crutches giving away his presence before his knock as his hand made contact with the wooden entrance. And then, he’d wait at attention for the sign to enter. It’d be rude and grounds for arrest to bust into a Kage’s office screaming and shouting after all, no matter who you are.
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Pushing the door open with his shoulders, Oki stepped within the building, walking over to a nearby desk. The receptionist there was flipping through papers, writing down facts and figures that Oki had no business knowing, so, didn’t ask further information on it. Instead, he simply stood there, coughing to make sure she knew that he was there. After a brief moment where she held up a finger to indicate him to wait, she continued to write for a while, before looking up, and raising an eyebrow. “Name, and reason for visiting?” she asked blankly, clearly having the sort of stare that told her she had a lot of paperwork to sort through, and didn’t really feel like sitting there waiting too long.
“Kuma, Oki. I requested a meeting with lord Tsuchikage recently, regarding information that is deemed confidential and relating to events that occurred both over borders, and within our own forces, as well as a meeting to organise a second meeting. I heard that he’s not got other meetings today, just lots of paper work, so, I promise not to be long.” As he finished, the woman nodded slowly, picking up a piece of paper and a quill, handing them to the bear man and pointing to the bottom right of the page. “Sign there please, and then make your way. Follow the signs, top floor.”
Quickly complying, the bear man signed, a signature that can best be described perhaps by a paw print formed out of letters, specifically O, K, and I. Then, returning the paper and quill to the receptionist, Oki made his way to what would inevitably be an obstacle he hadn’t prepared for – stairs on crutches. Sighing, he hobbled over to the stairs, crutches clacking with each step, and, on step at a time, slowly pushed his way up the stairs at a slow pace. He could walk short distances without the crutches, and could probably walk without them at the expense of pain. But the doctor’s orders were clear; he had fractured his knee in the fight, as well as several parts of the leg, and had to rest it. Medical aid was making the recovery brief, and it wasn’t fractured any longer, but that still meant the readjustment and recovery period.
After a hassle of a journey up the stairs, one which left even Oki somewhat out of breath, he had made it to the floor indicated, now standing before a door with a sign that stated it was the office of one “Lord Sekuro”. Preparing himself, Oki stepped forward slightly, crutches giving away his presence before his knock as his hand made contact with the wooden entrance. And then, he’d wait at attention for the sign to enter. It’d be rude and grounds for arrest to bust into a Kage’s office screaming and shouting after all, no matter who you are.
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