1 Meeting Between a Priestess and Exorcist. [Misao, Invite. NK][Training] Fri Nov 06, 2015 12:08 am
Haruka Ichinomiya
D-rank
- Current Invite List:
- Misao
- Samael
Posting Order- Haruka
- Misao
- Samael
- Misao
He was checked in at a local inn, nothing fancy sadly, his funds where a bit low at the moment, but that was fine. While he preferred a more... luxurious lifestyle; he was very, very used to living hand to mouth, basically. He'd grown up an orphan after all, a rather unpopular one to boot, so he knew how to scrounge for his meals and sleep in doors. It had been years since life had been that bad, but he never forgot where he came from; especially since his time at the orphanage was all he had. He had no memories of the time before the orphanage, so as much as he hated what he'd gone through before he was taken in by his 'father', it was a time full of life lessons and survival tactics he could ill afford to lose.
Now that he was in town and settled, he needed to get to work. He was leading his camel to the stables of the company that he'd rented it from; there was a stable in all the major settlements within the Land of Wind thankfully, especially so within Sunagakure; so he didn't have to worry about violating the time on his contract. He had a day left, but there was no reason to hang onto the beast. There wasn't a huge amount of room to move around in much of the village, and a beast that large wouldn't fit where he needed to go. Better to take it back before dark and be done with it. It was a simple enough task; he lea the beast to the open stables and turned in his contract copy to be signed off, and his deposit returned. Thank the Gods for that, too; as it was basically the only way he'd have food money on this trip. The transfer was easy, the camel was in perfect condition; hell, he'd even brushed the beast down that morning, before leaving the oasis; in reality it was in better shape than when he rented it out at the edge of the desert.
He got his deposit back and dropped the small handful of coins into the small cloth coin purse he wore around his neck; it was just easier to keep it around his neck than to keep it on his belt, or in a pocket, or something. He didn't wear 'normal' clothing; or what was normal for most people. His clothing was a very old style; 'classical' robes and yakuta, with geta or waraji footware, depending on the region he is in and what is most appropriate for the area. At the moment, he was wearing a special pair of waraji with thick, wide soles, which helped him walk on the blazing hot sands without sinking deeply. As light as he was, he still had some weight to him, so anything to help to keep from sinking was welcome. He just wasn't strong enough to fight the sands for long. Currently, outside of the modified waraji, he was wearing something more normal for the desert peoples; over his usual hakama and yakuta was a long desert cloak; made of thick, coarse material died to a dark dusky brown to help protect him from the blazing sun and stinging sands. It helped, significantly; his albino nature made him particularly vulnerable in the desert heat and sun; so adding extra layers that actually helped to repel the fury was extremely welcome. He knew he'd be working at night mostly while he was in the region; but that was the norm for him. It just wasn't worth it to go outside during the day unless he had a job; he could get things done early in the morning and late in the evening when he had to and be fine.
With his camel returned and the little bit of coin in his possession, he made his way toward the temple to which he'd been summoned; one of the Uzumaki clan temples, he was told. He wasn't much for following the politics and nobility of the ninja world; he was trained in some ninja skills, and had some proficiency with them; but he was an exorcists by profession, and a folklorist on paper. The jobs went hand in hand, thankfully. It was far easier to make a living as a folklorist than as an exorcist in this modern times; a folklorist could get work as a scribe (oddly enough a profession that hadn't died, even with education being mandatory and literacy rates being so high), a librarian, in the temples and shrines. Not a great life, but it was a life none the less. The temple wasn't that far away from the stables; maybe a few miles at best. He wasn't physically strong, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk for a decent distance. He rarely sprung for mounts or transports; so he had to be able to walk for long distances.
Across the streets he walked, attempting to blend into the crowds the best he could. He had the hood of the cloak pulled up over his head, with his head wrapped in thick cloth; his silver hair and red eyes marked him as an outsider, and an albino; two things that many people didn't like. Most mistrusted albinos for no reason other than they where different; and anything different was scary and had to be dangerous and driven off. He'd been run out of plenty of villages the moment people found out he was albino; they'd let him stay long enough to deal with whatever possession was plaguing them, then run him out without paying him. Those where the good instances; he had a fair few scars hidden on his body from times when the people took the fear of him farther. Well, that and the fights and beatings from when he was a child.
The temple appeared from beyond the other buildings; large and imposing in that way any decent temple was. It wasn't a bad kind of imposing, it was a living, vibrant temple at least. People came and went, and that was all that mattered. He was no Uzumaki, nor was he much for the ninja Gods; but that didn't stop him from appreciating the place. He made his way into the main area, taking a moment to look around and get his barrings. He found the first temple monk he could find and introduced himself, "I was summoned for a meeting with one of the temple priestesses, I believe her name is Misao. Would you be so kind as to take me to her?"
The young monk merely pointed; it turned out the person he was looking for wasn't that far away. He too his leave of the young monk and made his way toward the female; approaching her and bowing respectfully before introducing himself, "Excuse me, priestess. I am Ichinomiya Haruka; I was summoned to meet with you. Please forgive my lateness, the trip across the desert took longer than I anticipated."
WC: 1222
1230/1950 REA E0-D3
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