1 A Little Family Reunion? Yes, Please. [Kenta's Inuzuka Pack/Uchiha Family or Invite. NK] Fri Jun 10, 2016 9:17 pm
Kenta Inuzuka
D-rank
Well, this was just the most pleasant of surprises. Aisling, out of the blue, in town, right about the time he was ready to come out and show himself to people. Just... the timing. It was beautiful. The more family that came around, the happier he was. Family was the point of his existence, his one pleasure in a life that hadn't gone exactly to plan from the moment of his conception, let alone every other point in his life. He was able to deal with that, and move on from the fuckery; got himself a nice comfy life and a ridiculously comfortable chair; and then it went to shit and he just gave up caring for a while. Then he focused entirely on not dying for a while. Then he came back and raged out for a while.
Now he was back to mostly normal and was ready to be an adult again, which meant he was going to do what the leaders of the village apparently hadn't been able to in nearly a decade and fucking lead it. The economy was in shambles, the ninja had no leadership, the military police was basically running the place under the justification of martial law, but with no official proclamation from any sort of leadership, not to mention no longer being under civilian control, which just... why? Why take the one balance for the power of the ninja away from the civilians? Keeping the leadership of the MPs away from the Kage and the Jounin Council had kept the force from being corrupt and used as just another lapdog group for whatever shadowy jounin that was trying to rule via the ANBU and MPs and such.
He had nothing to say on the Sword Saints, as they hadn't existed under his or Sebasu's rule, but the concept was awesome, and he'd work to keep it. The Sealers were... dead. ANBU, nearly so. Why was Amaya no longer the Captain of the Medic Corps? The frick was wrong with people. Shit, even Rippa wasn't in charge; and while he didn't know the full power of Rippa's medical skills, he seemed to be pretty damn competent, or at least enough to run shit i the interim while a more qualified candidate was found.
The Bingo Book... just... he couldn't even.
The headache was real, and it was going to take forever to fix. However... it needed to be done, but whatever. He could, he would.
But that was not for now. No, now was the time to be with family and enjoy the rest of the day. That and some food. And some tea. And some more food. Lots and lots of food. His appetite had returned in force; under the careful care and beatings that Amaya was handing out to him daily... he was very nearly back to full strength. Very nearly. His lings were still a mess, but that was a given no matter what; given they were to the point of being sure that whatever was wrong with him was genetic, or at least partially so; which meant that there was little that could be done beyond keeping ahead of the damage and trying to buy him time before his lung tissue basically dissolved into a frothy mass of blood and puss and random chunks of stuff that didn't lend well to survival for oxygen breathing beings.
Eh. Focusing on that was pointless. Better to spend his days with family, and doing the most he could to get the best out of what time he had.
So he was following his nose now. He knew Aisling very well, she might have been a small child when he'd vanished, but that didn't mean he couldn't guess where she was. She'd been a watermelon fiend growing up soooo...
Watermelon tea. In large volumes. He knew exactly where to find it. Which meant, he knew where she was. Not that far off, really. Just inside the district's little street market, and well advertised; the little stall was famous for it's fruit teas, and watermelon was a seasonal godsend favorite among the locals; so there'd be plenty of it to go around. This meant she was likely right there drowning in the largest container they'd sell to her. Which he needed to get his hands on for himself.
Oh yeah. Today was gunna be fun.
WC: 750
Now he was back to mostly normal and was ready to be an adult again, which meant he was going to do what the leaders of the village apparently hadn't been able to in nearly a decade and fucking lead it. The economy was in shambles, the ninja had no leadership, the military police was basically running the place under the justification of martial law, but with no official proclamation from any sort of leadership, not to mention no longer being under civilian control, which just... why? Why take the one balance for the power of the ninja away from the civilians? Keeping the leadership of the MPs away from the Kage and the Jounin Council had kept the force from being corrupt and used as just another lapdog group for whatever shadowy jounin that was trying to rule via the ANBU and MPs and such.
He had nothing to say on the Sword Saints, as they hadn't existed under his or Sebasu's rule, but the concept was awesome, and he'd work to keep it. The Sealers were... dead. ANBU, nearly so. Why was Amaya no longer the Captain of the Medic Corps? The frick was wrong with people. Shit, even Rippa wasn't in charge; and while he didn't know the full power of Rippa's medical skills, he seemed to be pretty damn competent, or at least enough to run shit i the interim while a more qualified candidate was found.
The Bingo Book... just... he couldn't even.
The headache was real, and it was going to take forever to fix. However... it needed to be done, but whatever. He could, he would.
But that was not for now. No, now was the time to be with family and enjoy the rest of the day. That and some food. And some tea. And some more food. Lots and lots of food. His appetite had returned in force; under the careful care and beatings that Amaya was handing out to him daily... he was very nearly back to full strength. Very nearly. His lings were still a mess, but that was a given no matter what; given they were to the point of being sure that whatever was wrong with him was genetic, or at least partially so; which meant that there was little that could be done beyond keeping ahead of the damage and trying to buy him time before his lung tissue basically dissolved into a frothy mass of blood and puss and random chunks of stuff that didn't lend well to survival for oxygen breathing beings.
Eh. Focusing on that was pointless. Better to spend his days with family, and doing the most he could to get the best out of what time he had.
So he was following his nose now. He knew Aisling very well, she might have been a small child when he'd vanished, but that didn't mean he couldn't guess where she was. She'd been a watermelon fiend growing up soooo...
Watermelon tea. In large volumes. He knew exactly where to find it. Which meant, he knew where she was. Not that far off, really. Just inside the district's little street market, and well advertised; the little stall was famous for it's fruit teas, and watermelon was a seasonal godsend favorite among the locals; so there'd be plenty of it to go around. This meant she was likely right there drowning in the largest container they'd sell to her. Which he needed to get his hands on for himself.
Oh yeah. Today was gunna be fun.
WC: 750