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1Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Sun Feb 21, 2016 10:50 pm

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
History, everyone had a role to play within it, no matter how large or small the potential influence each piece played in its role. His own role, he knew to the extent that it would be an existence that would be forgotten easily, like a grain of sand lost within the desert and holding the exact same value as the rest of the sand. Hoping for more, he knew, was asking for far too much and he simply did not have enough to offer for an existence that meant more to the world than his life and eventual death. Compared to a person such as the Kazekage and past Sannin of the village, Seiryū’s own worth had already been determined, both for him and by him. Simply enough, having his existence mean anything more was near impossible and unlikely to happen given his life thus far.

Standing in the Mystical Glass Museum and looking upon the display of one of the greatest Kazekage’s of Sunagakure no Sato, Sabaku no Gaara, Seiryū could only imagine the influence the past Kazekage had in comparison to his own. He couldn’t bring himself to look towards the section that was being built for the current Kazekage for a multitude of reasons, the primary one being his relation to her. That particular thought made him avoid any sort of contact with the Kazekage when she had been actively present in the village, and when she had left, it had allowed him the freedom to manoeuvre about within the village and be more active. Now, he just wasn’t sure what to make of things, for he knew, one day or another, he would have to cross paths with her one day, should she return. For now, he would continue on like usual, though that particular situation would always be present in the back of his mind, but it wasn’t something he needed to worry about anytime soon, he supposed.

Blinking, his eyes raked over the sections of the Glass Museum dedicated to other Kazekages, each infinitely better than he would ever be. A breath they took would be infinitely more influential than he would ever do, and just that alone made him who he was today. Someone who knew that when he died, there would be nothing done, no one there to remember him, for he had minimal friends and next to no family. Friends, by his own choosing, were limited and kept away at a distance. Family, his own family, had chosen to ignore his existence, not even bothering to have his existence erased for how little it would mean. They simply forgot about his existence, for that was exactly what it was, forgettable. Closing his eyes momentarily, Seiryū took in a breath, exhaling as his eyes slowly reopened. Maybe coming here wasn’t the best idea, for the sake of his own mentality, but he’d already been here long enough that turning around and leaving just wasn’t in the picture immediately.

Sighing, Seiryū continued looking at the various objects of Sabaku no Gaara that had been preserved and kept safe. His eyes raking over them quickly, not yet taking in the immediate details. Shifting his feet slightly, Seiryū’s black shoes simply readjusted themselves from where they were located, his black sweats lightly brushing the fabric of the other leg as he shifted slightly. His shirt, a simply dark grey t-shirt, kept his monochromatic attire intact.


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2Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Mon Feb 22, 2016 11:10 pm

Haruka Ichinomiya

Haruka Ichinomiya


D-rank
An easy day... he needed an easy day. He just needed to chill out and... be. Just be. After the clusterfucks of the last few days and such, he just needed to relax. Relax and not be his usual lackadaisical but overworked 'self' and just be himself. A lazy scholar that wanted nothing more than to have an easy job that paid the bills enough to be comfortable and not be putting himself in constant danger for whatever bullshit reasons he had at the time. He was no ninja, not really; he didn't want to be a ninja anymore than any other pacifist did, but the skills where useful and they made his real job easier; but even that was a shitty backup plan. There was absolutely no reason for him to be throwing himself into whatever situation was needed to cleanse a spirit, or destroy it, or whatever; and for what? A bunch of people that treated him like a monster most of the time, until he made their lives better, and for a few hours he was their hero and savior, until someone got a ittle drunk and started the vitrol bleed all over again.

He was tired, so very, very tired.

But shit, he wouldn't give it up, not really. Maybe take a few weeks off; he could go off and be a temple scholar for a few months for a good break; make some decent coin off in boondocks somewhere, store it up long enough to get a little farm in the woods of some backwater neutral country with no ninja and no temples and no nothing; a quiet life alone with just the spirits that followed him everywhere to keep him company.

What about Samael...?

He wasn't even sure why he was thinking about that anymore. They where... what were they? Not really friends, not yet; not really... anything. But he kept constantly thinking about wanting to run into the demonic male all the time; spending time with him like that first day, that lunch at the curry house that was so close to 'normal' that it hurt to compare it to the rest of his shitastic life since he woke up in the orphanage all those years ago.

He needed a break. He needed to forget who and what he was. He needed to just wander aimlessly and not be Haruka for a bit.

A museum would be wonderful for that. He'd paid up another few days for his room at the inn; he'd gotten lucky and his clan pay had come through, so he was able to buy a few more days to... deal with things. His clan job was over, he'd done what he'd needed to; but he still had personal business to deal with; thankfully there was no rush to run into the next job, not yet, not for a few weeks or so more.

Wandering out of the inn was simple enough; he was wearing the most neutral clothing he had; simple dark colored yakuta under his desert cloak and robe; barely visible but thick enough to help block the heat and sand and keep him a little more comfortable. The museum was supposed to be a good spot to stay cool as well; the thick walls and glass absorbed the heat and left the air a little less oppressive than the outside world was. A blessing, for him, and those like him. He barely even noticed the streets or the heat or the world; nothing beyond the eyes hidden behind wraps and scarves and hoods and glasses; always that judgemental stare, always that look of 'outsider' and 'monster'. Enough to break a spirit, after a while.

He didn't even care about the point of this museum, he wasn't a desert dweller, the history of the leadership of a country he didn't care about didn't interest him with the mindset he was in at the moment, but he needed somewhere cool and quiet; and this was the best bet. He could find some long winded history tablet or mural and just... stare. Stare and vacate his own mind. Yeah. Vacate the mind. Just... exist.

Yeah. Exist.

Exist... and not walk into the only other person in the room. Great. And his feather-weight body just bounced like he was gut checked by a semi-truck; flipping to the floor and flailing like a winded fish for a few seconds before rolling up into a ball for a moment then stretching into a balanced sitting position. He even managed to glance up at the person he'd smacked into, apparently another male that was the exact opposite of his own normal style when it came to dress. That monotone. Okay then. Then again, he wasn't one to judge, what with his blatant crossdressing and whatnot. "My apologizes, I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking."

WC: 830

3Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Tue Feb 23, 2016 1:48 am

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
For his own mental wellbeing, placing himself here where his mind would ponder these negative thoughts wasn’t the best idea he ever came up with, nor would it compete for even being a decent idea. It was always an endless cycle for him, for his mind and the quiet voices that attached themselves to him. No, he knew there wasn’t anything wrong with his mental health, no disorder, only the constant pessimism that had clung to his life since his father, ultimately, disregarded his entire presence. While he still retained control of his own thoughts, the years of negativity that surrounded him continued to divert his own thought patterns in such a direction. He wished that it was easier to avoid such things, but after having grown with it, having it constantly present in his life, there was no avoiding it, no room for him to find solace when it had already begun, the only way to remove it was to focus on something entirely different. Here, however, it was entirely impossible for him to avoid simply due to how overbearing presence of these historical figures.

With nothing but his thoughts currently occupying him, his attention was solely focused upon his inner workings, only to be halted when he felt a body bounce into his own, yet Seiryū stood his ground while the opposing figure flew back, Seiryū only catching sight of the slightly flailing from the other person from the corner of his eye, for he hadn’t been fully aware of another person walking towards him. Before Seiryū could react, stop the other person from falling, it had been too late, simply because it took him a bit longer than expected to be aware of the other person. Simply put, it had taken him out of his mental dwellings and placed him back in the world of the living, one he had forgotten for mere minutes. Noting the figure now on the ground, Seiryū felt he could’ve prevented the collision, yet he had no mechanism to reverse time and right things. No, he simply had to accept that this had happened. Though, with how much room there was to maneuverer here, he wondered how exactly the silver-haired individual had collided with him. Seiryū didn’t think he was blocking anything, nor was he in the way of anyone that would be passing by, so this entire thing was just a mess that could’ve easily been avoided, had either party, Seiryū assumed, been aware of the presence of the other.

His lilac orbs, finally, fully locked on to the person who collided with him. The voice that followed apologized for not paying attention, an apology Seiryū would initially respond with a simple nod. A moment passed, before Seiryū would issue out a reply of his own, “Its fine, just… be more careful next time.” Seiryū sure hoped there wasn’t a next time when it came to people colliding with him, particularly with how this one went. Bumping in to others was unavoidable, especially during the crowded periods at the Grand Bazaar, but here was entirely different, for the museum was practically barren of people. Finally deciding to take note of the individual, he noted the clothing, though it was nothing too foreign to him, but it easily would spell something he wouldn’t be seen wearing. He avoided anything too tradition, too formal, simply for the reason of not finding such attires too appealing. And, because it reminded him too much of the rigidity of the Kōga’s. It was easy enough to avoid wearing such clothing if he could easily assign it to something he didn’t like.

A moment had passed since Seiryū’s previous words, yet the simple courtesy that he could never forget, took charge. “Are you alright? It was likely a pointless inquiry, for it didn’t seem the individual was hurt, and there wasn’t much for the unknown character to get injured upon. Yet, asking simply would make things easier, in case something had twisted, sprained, fractured, or simply broke. Turning to face the individual, take a couple of steps towards them, Seiryū extended his had outward, such that they could use it to get up, even if it was likely pointless.


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4Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Thu Feb 25, 2016 11:07 pm

Haruka Ichinomiya

Haruka Ichinomiya


D-rank
Slow response, distant expression, a faint dimness to the light in the other's eyes... yeah, seems he wasn't the only one lost in thought at the moment. Haruka sat upon the floor for a long moment, the heat was somewhat better inside the building, but it was still enough that nearly anything left him winded and tired, so the surprise of everything was making him feel like a half dead baby kitten. The offered hand was a godsend, he wasn't even totally sure he would have been able to stand for several minutes without it, and it was taken with an air of extreme gratitude. That floor was uncomfortably hot, like laying on a heated blanket on a warm summer night in your thickest clothing. He was from the high mountains; or so he believed, he was found in them anyway; so the incessant heat of the deep desert wasn't something he handled well; even after a few weeks to acclimate. "Yes, thank you. I will attempt to be more cautious, I feel rather silly for having lost myself so deeply in thought that I lost my senses of the room. Rather stupid, childish mistake, even for civilians."

Running his mouth was another mistake, but at this point he was so deep in the throes of an existential crises that he didn't care if anyone noticed he was any sort of a ninja. Not that he really was; he carried a ninja ID sure, but he was marked as 'Unaffiliated, Neutral' and only had the ID itself because he had no other source of identification on an official level, and couldn't get travel papers otherwise. Being an orphan, especially one with no memories of who they were, raised by a poor orphanage in a tiny mountain country outside of the borders of the Land of Earth meant there was basically nothing to prove he existed, outside of him physically existing; so having an official ninja ID, even one as useless as an unaffiliated one, was necessary.

He'd released the other's hand the moment he was upright enough to regain his balance, and had shifted a few steps back, allowing the restoration of both their private, personal space bubbles. He needed that bubble personally to stay calm normally, and it's restoration was keeping him from hyperventilating from the sheer oppressive heat and mild claustrophobia that it caused; even when he wasn't normally claustrophobic he felt that creeping tightness and panic when it was too warm and enclosed.

Hnnn... creeping awkwardness.

"Err..." Most people would have left by then, but Haruka was nothing if not socially awkward and a bit... stupid, outside of certain well rehearsed situations. He lacked social skills in their entirety outside of his 'comfort zones', as ironic as it was to call anything social he did falling within a comfort zone. "Forgive my impertinence, but do you know anything about the museum? All I know is that it's supposed to hold history of the local rulers and such; but not much else." Pathetic attempt at defusing what he saw as awkward and painful situations; fun times.

WC: 530

530 + 830 = 1360

5Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Fri Feb 26, 2016 7:15 pm

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
The words said to him by this complete stranger, or rather it seemed like the person was rambling to themselves for their own lack of awareness when it translated to their previous actions that had led to the collision not even a minute ago. Seiryū’s offered hand was readily accepted, the action now useful rather than useless as his brain had thought for a few seconds. He expected the ‘thank you’ that the stranger admitted, for the only time he rarely heard the words were from individuals of the boorish variety, which he could be at times to some degree. After having helped the unnamed stranger up to his feet and the stranger withdrawing away, Seiryū once more inspected the person briefly before the corners of his eyes trailed back to the display of the Godaime Kazekage.

Here, even the most trivial of possessions own by one person would be valued far too high, far more than the life of another, all for holding a title that meant to protect the village. Yet, the countless others, the unnamed people who would sacrifice their own lives for such a purpose would be forgotten through the passage of time. Their only claim to fame rested on a simple memorial, while the leaders who were tasked with much the same mission were idolized. Just comparing himself to the Kazekages of past… and present, left a bit of a sour taste in his mouth. He didn’t want the claim to fame that came with the position, but rather the idea that one title makes a world of difference between himself and her just didn’t sit right with him.

A clan head, a kage, and basically treasured, even if she went missing for ages, was what he would forever be compared with. He was a simple bastard who his father had no need for, thus his only known family abandoned him. While he was related to her, there was never any need for his existence, there was no use for his life. Perhaps everything would simply be better off if he did not exist, yet he did. He couldn’t take his own life, it just simply wouldn’t work for him and him standing tall today was testament that he hadn’t come in to a situation where his life was forfeit. He wasn’t an orphan, for his father lived and his mother could be alive, for all he knew. His father simply did not want him, thus abandoned him to an orphanage, likely buying out the silence of the orphanage to not say anything. That was the moment the unrelenting grudge began.

Seiryū was brought out of his trance by the question asked to him. It took him a moment to tune in, but the buffer provided before the actual question posed gave Seiryū time to fully understand the inquiry and to think about the answer to the question. His answer didn’t produce itself straight away, for Seiryū tried to calm his mind, to ease those negative thoughts away and focus on the present. It took more effort than he cared to admit, but Seiryū eventually removed those thoughts, or at least transferred them to the back of his mind where he wouldn’t dwell on them further. What exactly did the museum hold aside from prized possessions of the past Kazekages? There was art, depictions of past events ranging from the reign of Gaara and his childhood to Gin’s reign and the events she had been involved in.

“Honestly, I don’t come here often, so this place remains somewhat of a mystery.” There was truth to that statement, for Seiryū’s visits here were far and few between, simply for the state they seemed to put him in. Call it petulant childishness on his end, but he felt somewhat justified in his own anger towards the current Kazekage, but his issue wasn’t with her, it never was, but the thing she represented, in his eyes, was something he detested. “From what I know, aside from memorabilia, there is artwork of historical events, whatever Sunagakure has been involved with in the past. There isn’t too much, as it doesn’t include all the Kazekages, but there seems to be some interesting things to see.” His eyes went back to the stranger as the words escaped his mouth, his voice calm, but also seemingly detached from the pride others held towards their home village. Sometimes, he questioned if Suna was actually the village he was born in. Was there even a reason for him to try and protect a village that inadvertently hurt him each and every time? The village that was home to the man he detested? “I apologize if I’m not much help...” He left that sentence unfinished, for it was easier leaving it there and letting the stranger realize he was no help, even if he wished he could be. It was an odd issue with Seiryū, for while he wished to help people, he hadn’t really figured out how he could.


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6Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Thu Mar 03, 2016 11:14 pm

Haruka Ichinomiya

Haruka Ichinomiya


D-rank
Hnnn, really? From what the locals had said, this place was a glorious testament to the awesomeness of Sunagakure; but then again, civilians tended to be rather easy to cow and awe when presented with even the smallest feats of impress. That wasn't to say Sunagakure wasn't a great nation, it was survived centuries of war and strife while never bowing to the pressures of entropy; but that didn't necessarily mean it was the golden child of perfection and power. Even an outsider like him new of the rather... interesting problems facing the recent leadership; the rumors of the current Kazekage having vanished, the issues with the formers; public knowledge, for anyone not of the imperialistic mindset.

"I see. You are in the same boat as I, or nearly so. This is my first visit, and as I am already rather ignorant if the region; this place is one mystery after another. A welcomed mystery, it serves me well in my work to be at least functionally knowledgeable with the histories and such of the places I need to travel to, so anything I can study in this place of history and knowledge is a welcome complement to my mental stores." Such formality; and an awkwardness that spoke of his foreign status. The base language was the same between them, most peoples that lived on the continent shared a language between them, but the dialects where always a bit different, and a keen ear could tell where one was from by how they worded their speech.

But then again, he didn't speak much like the peoples that raised him; he'd always spoken far to formally and with a different accent and such to them as well. Just another sign that he wasn't right; that he was from somewhere and something else. More proof he didn't fit, and that he never would there.

Sigh.

A hand appeared from beneath his cloak, rising to push his hood back for a moment while he attempted to settle his hair in a way that didn't have it attempting to explode from beneath the fabric. Dry desert heat or not, his hair was going nuts thanks to the constant washing recently, in combination with the special potion he used to dye it during his most recent undercover work. The special dye additive was a godsend, but it did some serious damage to his hair, and now he was paying for it. The rough fabric of the cloak was no help either, as it caught the frayed strands and dragged them around as he moved about. Silver strands had turned a weak, pale, almost clear color, it would be weeks, if not nearly a month before the lustrous silver returned; for now his hair was a flat, almost sickly white that made him look like a strange juxtaposition of ancient and baby faced at the same time.

"Once more I ask for your forgiveness, as I am being rather... demanding, one would say; but would it be possible for you to point me in the general direction of the more recent history? I must confess to be totally lost, and the dating system I have seen used around the exhibits seems to be of a local nature, one I am not privvy too."

WC: 555

555 + 1360 = 1915

7Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Tue Mar 08, 2016 7:30 pm

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
Lilac orbs roved over the stranger before shifting back to the display that had his attention prior to being interrupted due to the unfortunate set of events that led to their communication with one another. Seiryū wasn’t one to delve too deeply in to the circumstances regarding his interactions with the stranger and how they came to be, nor did he think he was much help to the stranger’s curiosity about the specifics on the Glass Museum. His coming here, had been, to at least see this place once with his eyes, for while being a resident of Sunagakure no Sato, albeit residing in the slums, Seiryū simply never found the occasion to ever visit this place, thus resulting in today’s visit when he found that there was nothing else to occupy his time. It was odd, for the name and material of the museum happened to be a result of what would occur when one heated up the sand, melting it into a liquid state. Ignoring the specifics of such a transformation, Seiryū thought about the varying implications one could assume from the building itself, forever preserved in glass, so long as it stood tall. It was, thereby, applicable to the village itself. Regardless, his ear drums absorbed the words while his eyes were trained elsewhere. Splitting his attention between two tasks, while certainly a physical possibility, resulted in some information being lost in translation. While he could hear each and every word, only the bits he found important seemed to register. Seiryū didn’t wish to ignore the stranger, but on the same coin he wasn’t too caught up in the previous political regimes of Sunagakure no Sato. Nor was his mind entirely focused on this particular conversation, not due to the person, but rather Seiryū himself. He noted that the unnamed person came here to solve a mystery, not an abstract one, but something that could easily be solved by delving into the world of history regarding the Village Hidden by Sand, and where else to start but the Mystical Glass Museum itself, which was constructed for that very sole purpose.

Seiryū remained silent for just a beat longer, losing his gaze in the glass casing before him, that showcased the gourd that Sabaku no Gaara had used during the 4th Shinobi World War. This one item, from how he knew it was regarded, was worth far more than any one person that resided in this village and that notion simply didn’t sit right at all. There were likely minds like his, ones that didn’t care too much about historical artefacts, or at least their physical manifestations, but rather the meanings carried by them – even if the legends didn’t correspond with his own beliefs.

He noted shuffling from the corner of his eye, the hood the stranger had on finally falling away to display a head of hair that was transparent, to a degree. His eyes own lingered for a moment, his initial thoughts travelled towards the stranger being a male, simply due to the length of hair, yet upon a bit further inspection, the facial feature of the person gave room for interpretation between either gender. It wasn’t something he cared to think about much, or know the answer of immediately. Another question was raised, and Seiryū hoped his answer would be sufficient for answering the general inquiry, even if he wasn’t too eager to look towards the latest Kazekage’s section, though the previous one he wouldn’t mind seeing, but as it was, he wasn’t too keen on continuing his history lesson.

“Well, as it stands, the Hachidaime Kazekage’s exhibit is just around the corner.” Seiryū stated as he nodded towards the direction where the previous Kazekage’s echibit was located. “As for the current regime… well, it’s not too difficult to spot. It’s the exhibit that’s mostly barren, for varying reasons. Mainly because there isn’t any history… that can really be considered history right now. You can always hazard a peek to sate your curiosity, but its not something I’d look at simply due to it being the current Kazekage’s, and she’s well… living.” Seiryū stated, for the notion of the current Kazekage’s disappearance had multitudes of rumours surrounding it, yet not a single answer was forthcoming. As far as he was concerned, she was still alive until stated otherwise.


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8Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Fri Mar 18, 2016 5:24 pm

Haruka Ichinomiya

Haruka Ichinomiya


D-rank
That was a fair assessment of a current regime, yes; rarely was there much to be told before the death of a leader, unless some sense of hyper-nationalistic pride inflated the egos of all by inventing history to be told; or some sort of major conflict arose that gave credence to the wild tales many told of things the leaders of the ninja world did. It would be worth a hazard glance at the older exhibits, if nothing more than to see what differed between the official history of the region and what little history of the world his poor excuse for schooling had been. Every region told the history of the world differently; for various reasons; and he'd been given the farmers version by backwater 'teachers' that were barely literate themselves, if even that. He'd been convinced early on that several were functionally illiterate, and therefore his own ability to write made him more educated than they; according to some, anyway.

His hood was resettled over his head, allowing his face and hair to return to the glorious protection of the thick shade the cloth provided; it did help some, not fully enough, but anything was helpful in times like this. With his face hidden once more, he began to chew on his bottom lip somewhat, a tick that would tell that he was losing himself in thought to a degree, pondering his next move for a moment before continuing.

It would seem that it would be best for him to move on; he could only inconvenience a stranger for so long before his luck would shatter, and the other male seemed to be about as focused as he was really; so neither of them would benefit from additional, forced, conversation.

"Thank you, good sir. You have been most helpful. I shall leave you to your thoughts, and to your day; which I do hope will be a pleasant one." The boy offered a respectful bow to the other before he began to move off at pace that was not hurried, yet showed some diligence in effort to move toward the area that he had been directed toward. They wouldn't give him much information he didn't know; maybe a different spin on them; but they would be empty areas, or so he guessed; and that was what he needed to get his head back on right; some quiet and space to think.

Yeah. Something like that, anyway.

-Exit-

WC: 413

413 + 1915 = 2328

9Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Empty Re: Knowing Thyself [Private|Haruka|NK] Mon May 02, 2016 3:28 am

Seiryū

Seiryū


D-rank
Seiryū’s eyes watched as the stranger left, not a name to put to a face, but it could likely just be another face he stored in memory that he would not need to remember. He wasn’t sure what exactly to make of the situation he placed himself here, the negative thoughts produced by his mind due to being in the museum. Perhaps, it was best for him to leave and do something else with his day. He mulled over the options in his mind idly, as his feet began to move towards the exit. Seiryū wasn’t sure what exactly to make of this place, but it was something that stood tall and held significance to the village, unlike him.


-Exit Thread-
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