1 Lunch in a graveyard (Invite only) Tue Nov 21, 2017 7:17 pm
Shujin
D-rank
Shujin had managed to discover a couple of contacts that could make good use of his skills in order to make more money than the village was immediately offering and yet he felt aggravated. Of course the village was bound to its fate if it didn't offer more than the criminals did. Even these low key criminals could offer a pretty penny in comparison to an entire villages ecosystem. Why in the world was everything taxed including his mission payments if the money wasn't going towards handling these kinds of situations? The truth was the village had spent a good couple years investing in him and now he was on his own finding employment opportunities with the exact people he was supposed to be fighting. It was a pity but he wasn't bound to them by something as simple as honor. The truth was the criminals would pay more and he didn't honestly mind who got hurt in the process so long as it wasn't him. Still he was feeling cautious about taking these missions. If he was caught in the act of any criminal activity or there was proof of his involvement he was likely going to have to fight his own way out. With his special order puppet no where near completion he wasn't sure just how strong he was supposed to be. A chikimatsu without a puppet was such a basic fighter it was almost painful to admit. A common street fighter could likely take him on in that moment if he wasn't confident in his own abilities.
So here he was. Shujin happened to have wandered off to the cemetery to be alone. No one wandered the barren landscape of scattered graves these days. Grave robbers were put to the blade and those who cared to mourn had done so when time allowed. Now a days it was a struggle for survival. No one had time to go and visit their dead. Of course Shujin had chosen a bench in a section of the graveyard where his birth clan had made its plot. It was fairly extensive and some even suggested their puppets had been buried with them. That certainly was tempting but again grave robbers were often put to the knife. Still he was in a pair of dark cargo pants tucked over his boot tops and tied tightly to his ankle with the shoe strings. An open Yellow shirt only had three buttons done up at the bottom keeping it mostly open at the chest with a tie hanging loosely around his neck. A blue coat hung baggy over his shoulders with the hood up hiding most of his hair except the grey bits hanging about his face. His cutting blue eyes looking to the graves around him as clouds rumbled overhead. It was early morning but growing ever closer to noon. A storm was brewing and bringing with it some much needed rain. Still his form wasn't unarmed. Six Senbon were strapped to his right calf while a kunai rested in his right hand.
Of course he was leaning back on the bench with a green apple in his left. Idly running the kunai along the apple and cutting off a piece nearly dripping with juices. He had a couple more apples just in case he decided to stick around for long. For now he just cut into the fist apple over and over. Each time raising the piece to his lips and sucking it in in order to chew it and swallow it. Munching away loudly as he looked out over the graves again.This time taking in the scenery and noting how some of the graves were far older near the back while the ones near the front were newer.
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So here he was. Shujin happened to have wandered off to the cemetery to be alone. No one wandered the barren landscape of scattered graves these days. Grave robbers were put to the blade and those who cared to mourn had done so when time allowed. Now a days it was a struggle for survival. No one had time to go and visit their dead. Of course Shujin had chosen a bench in a section of the graveyard where his birth clan had made its plot. It was fairly extensive and some even suggested their puppets had been buried with them. That certainly was tempting but again grave robbers were often put to the knife. Still he was in a pair of dark cargo pants tucked over his boot tops and tied tightly to his ankle with the shoe strings. An open Yellow shirt only had three buttons done up at the bottom keeping it mostly open at the chest with a tie hanging loosely around his neck. A blue coat hung baggy over his shoulders with the hood up hiding most of his hair except the grey bits hanging about his face. His cutting blue eyes looking to the graves around him as clouds rumbled overhead. It was early morning but growing ever closer to noon. A storm was brewing and bringing with it some much needed rain. Still his form wasn't unarmed. Six Senbon were strapped to his right calf while a kunai rested in his right hand.
Of course he was leaning back on the bench with a green apple in his left. Idly running the kunai along the apple and cutting off a piece nearly dripping with juices. He had a couple more apples just in case he decided to stick around for long. For now he just cut into the fist apple over and over. Each time raising the piece to his lips and sucking it in in order to chew it and swallow it. Munching away loudly as he looked out over the graves again.This time taking in the scenery and noting how some of the graves were far older near the back while the ones near the front were newer.
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