1 Selling Stuff? Maybe. [Tre or Invite.] Sun Aug 21, 2016 2:32 pm
Haruka Ichinomiya
D-rank
He didn't know what to do now, really. Dakuman had handed over most of his stuff then released him before vanishing into the woods at the edge of the country. It was so strange, he was still trying to figure out what the hell was going on really. He kept expecting the male to appear at random and shove a blade into his back or something; it wasn't like he hadn't shown that he had a ridiculous amount of coin on him. Not that he looked like much of a target at the moment, he was dressed down as far as he ever allowed himself, in a very low quality solid colored robe that was so old fashioned that it was obviously resold. He looked to be dirt poor, and it was enough. He was purchasing small, very cheap items; bags of rice and dried beans, small amounts of dried jerky and fruits that would last forever. It was a ploy, he was plying for information from the lower class merchants that had ears on the dark world behind the veil of richness that Konoha covered itself it. He was looking for information on Dakuman's whereabouts, trying to make sure that the male was holding to his word. Somehow, he believed that he was, but years of fear and paranoia made it impossible for him not to double check anyway.
And maybe he was still looking for Samael; in some small part of him that wasn't afraid to touch that ball of pain and confusion.
Mostly though, he needed to focus on something else. A new project, a mission, something. He hadn't gotten new orders from the local clan headquarters, so it seemed he was free to spend his time as he wanted for the moment. That meant a lot of investigating, picking up new contacts, and trying to divulge himself of this extra equipment. Somehow. He could just find a sealing shop and have it stored, but meh. He'd see what he could get for it; maybe he could trade for a new tanto, or a better fan. Something.
WC: 360
And maybe he was still looking for Samael; in some small part of him that wasn't afraid to touch that ball of pain and confusion.
Mostly though, he needed to focus on something else. A new project, a mission, something. He hadn't gotten new orders from the local clan headquarters, so it seemed he was free to spend his time as he wanted for the moment. That meant a lot of investigating, picking up new contacts, and trying to divulge himself of this extra equipment. Somehow. He could just find a sealing shop and have it stored, but meh. He'd see what he could get for it; maybe he could trade for a new tanto, or a better fan. Something.
WC: 360