1 Surprise! It's a Festival! (Social/Open/NK) Mon Oct 09, 2017 9:15 am
Zinan
D-rank
The night was just beginning, when Zinan groaned and stood from his desk, setting the brush he had been using, back into the inkwell. He gazed about the room, more or less to let his eyes focus on something that was not four inches from his nose. It was his room, his childhood one, in his family's house. It contained all of the memories of growing up, most of which were memories of being second best or all but forgotten. He sighed and looked back down at the desk. For the past several weeks, Zinan had been working on transcribing his family's history from fading, decaying scrolls, into new, pristine ones. It was an arduous task, but one that kept him away from annoying villagers or irritating clan members.
With another sigh, Zinan stepped over to the only window in the room and swung open the shutters. The sun had just started to set and bursts of blazing oranges, pinks, and reds stretched across the sky. The breeze was gentle and carried the soft scents of blossoming tree flowers. Zinan smiled at the peaceful scene he unveiled.
That smile quickly faded though. As he turned to return to his desk, a shape moved in the corner of his vision. He spun back around to face the shadowy form, kunai in hand, but the shape was not there. He wondered if it could have been fatigue from working on the scroll. Stowing his kunai, he returned to his desk, only to be startled by a voice. "Come one, come all! It is time for the greatest festival of the year! The Namahage Festival is now open!"
The sound of the voice felt like it physically pulled on the genin's body. Zinan leaped to his feet, startled. When he had looked back up from his desk, he saw that he was no longer in his room. He was in the middle of a busy walkway, surrounded by festival lights and rides. There were a mixture of villages, shinobi, and strange, ghost-like creatures. He looked down at this hands. Maybe I'm hallucinating. He patted his chest, which also alarmed him. Instead of his normal clothing, he was wearing his indigo happi and all of his weapons were gone.
Bewildered, he looked about the festival grounds.
WC: 387
With another sigh, Zinan stepped over to the only window in the room and swung open the shutters. The sun had just started to set and bursts of blazing oranges, pinks, and reds stretched across the sky. The breeze was gentle and carried the soft scents of blossoming tree flowers. Zinan smiled at the peaceful scene he unveiled.
That smile quickly faded though. As he turned to return to his desk, a shape moved in the corner of his vision. He spun back around to face the shadowy form, kunai in hand, but the shape was not there. He wondered if it could have been fatigue from working on the scroll. Stowing his kunai, he returned to his desk, only to be startled by a voice. "Come one, come all! It is time for the greatest festival of the year! The Namahage Festival is now open!"
The sound of the voice felt like it physically pulled on the genin's body. Zinan leaped to his feet, startled. When he had looked back up from his desk, he saw that he was no longer in his room. He was in the middle of a busy walkway, surrounded by festival lights and rides. There were a mixture of villages, shinobi, and strange, ghost-like creatures. He looked down at this hands. Maybe I'm hallucinating. He patted his chest, which also alarmed him. Instead of his normal clothing, he was wearing his indigo happi and all of his weapons were gone.
Bewildered, he looked about the festival grounds.
WC: 387