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The Strange High House in the Mist [Nova] Thu Mar 22, 2018 12:49 am
Izumi
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The library always had this sort of calming feeling to it. Wether you were interested in books or not, it was bound to happen that you would stop for a moment as you entered the building. Look around towards all the shelves, all the stacks of books. Take a breather, smell the old and worn leather strapped around many of the scrolls. Smell the paper of all this wonderful information which was just laying around there, and waiting to be picked up. Waiting for someone to start drinking in whatever knowledge these various books, scrolls, and documents it had to offer, before the next person could repeat those actions. But not everybody would be able to learn, get what they were seeking. Many if not most would simply read quickly, let the words pass their mind, before their meaning would be unnoticed again or too quickly forgotten. It was inevitable in a way. No one was the same, and not everybody were meant to learn whatever they wanted the 'easy' way. The younger generation often tried to seek a shortcut of a sort, a way to be able to learn without having to also learn with their bodies. Having to experience things. But usually their elders corrected that kind of thinking, or just let them be and learn on their own how to best approach the matter at hand. This was Izumi's secret catharsis, reading about the world, learning about its cultures, and the people who hold them. After all, Izumi fancied herself something of a historian herself, she was always looking out for new knowledge and opportunities to gain it. The young lady took her time to browse the annals of the lofty library excited to dive and begin enjoying its thus far hidden knowledge.
Not long after, a small crunching sound, a sound like a mouse that got onto a plate of cookies and was taking small bites here and there, was heard in one of the corners of the library. It was such a faint sound that no one would really be noticing unless they were standing close, or had -really- good hearing. Izumi was searching for something to read, as something within her had told her she had to 'expand' her thinking. Basically she had told herself with all the focus on the combat aspect of being a kunoichi, she was getting to become too much of a stupid brute and had better find something else to do than train and fight before she would lose the rest of her brain-cells. She came upon a man who appeared to be a librarian, he was ancient and had those round glasses that you only see on the type of old man who wanders around a library sorting books. “Excuse, sir. I'm new to the Mist Village, do you have any reading recommendations? Maybe books or scrolls that you believe to be unique to your archives?” Izumi had asked. but the elder man had simply pointed towards a random area, grunted and with a stern look shoved passed her to get back to his work. Stupid old geezer. So now she was fuming while looking randomly over book shelves, and sipping angrily at a flask carried in a concealed pocket within the black coat she wore. Not giving a rats ass if anyone would notice or care about it. Not that she thought anyone had such little to do to actually mind what she was up to, but one could never know. She at least never underestimated the stupidity of the humanity. Sighing to herself, the redhead leaned backwards against a shelf while pursing her lips and taking another swig at the mysterious flask.
Izumi's throat burned as she tried to regain herself, the cinnamon spiced amber nectar filling her mouth with bursts of heat and flavor. "Ahem." What now? Izumi looked to the side, viewing a small elderly looking woman who was glaring towards her just a couple of feet away. Her gnarly hand was pointing towards the flask which was clearly visible in her hands, before she took one step closer. Trying to seem intimidating perhaps, which wasn't really working when she was tiny, old, and frail. Izumi wondered if she would need to do anything more than sneeze to blow that bother away. "It's not allowed to drink in here, young lady. Don't you have any respect?" The fiery young Karisuma smirked at the old woman and took a swig giving her look that begged her to do something about it. Deliberately, she took her time to taste it slowly, while watching the old woman turn almost red with fury. If I'm lucky, she's gonna have a heart attack soon. "Look, it's not like I'm pouring the drink on the books and the flask has a lid. I'm not even touching the books. So just go on and mind your own business, 'kay?"She gave a scowling face towards the woman, and sure enough with a lot of grumbling and offended huffing over the rudeness of the younger generation the old bat turned and stomped away with whatever books she had been searching for earlier. That's right, walk away you old bag. But Izumi didn't smile in triumph over that small personal victory. She just stared after the elderly woman, and then wondered why she was like this. Why did she always respond to her problems with anger and sarcasm.
“I guess there's a reason I was born attuned to fire." Her chuckle was soft as she sipped down the rest of the flask, in the tone of her voice there was a clear self-mocking direction taken, while the girl crouched down and looked lazily over various titles. Izumi's mood had gone sour from her ill reception at this library. It was killing her ability to pay attention. Right now, she could start reading the same page four times and still not get what she was reading, because her mind kept jumping around or she noticed suddenly a fly buzzing over her head and so it went on. Izumi wasn't always on such a hair trigger, the loss of her mother and her home village had changed her a bit, made her meaner and harder. She was healing every day but she just wasn't sure if she'd ever be carefree again, the visions of death and despair that she sometimes saw in her nightmares were constant reminders. Izumi kept grabbing books at random and reading them to get the gist of their content. She groaned, reached her hand out, and grabbed a thick book with a dark green cover. Sitting down on the floor, her blue eyes scanned out the name of the book and the Karisuma had to bite back her laughter. The Quest to Achieve Green Fingers. Yes, that was exactly what she needed, to know how to grow the perfect grass and perhaps a few pretty flowers. Rolling her eyes, Izumi opened the book in the middle and with a raised eyebrow started reading, perhaps there was some hidden knowledge contained within its text, however her still brooding anger did not allow the words to make sense.
1,218 words.
Not long after, a small crunching sound, a sound like a mouse that got onto a plate of cookies and was taking small bites here and there, was heard in one of the corners of the library. It was such a faint sound that no one would really be noticing unless they were standing close, or had -really- good hearing. Izumi was searching for something to read, as something within her had told her she had to 'expand' her thinking. Basically she had told herself with all the focus on the combat aspect of being a kunoichi, she was getting to become too much of a stupid brute and had better find something else to do than train and fight before she would lose the rest of her brain-cells. She came upon a man who appeared to be a librarian, he was ancient and had those round glasses that you only see on the type of old man who wanders around a library sorting books. “Excuse, sir. I'm new to the Mist Village, do you have any reading recommendations? Maybe books or scrolls that you believe to be unique to your archives?” Izumi had asked. but the elder man had simply pointed towards a random area, grunted and with a stern look shoved passed her to get back to his work. Stupid old geezer. So now she was fuming while looking randomly over book shelves, and sipping angrily at a flask carried in a concealed pocket within the black coat she wore. Not giving a rats ass if anyone would notice or care about it. Not that she thought anyone had such little to do to actually mind what she was up to, but one could never know. She at least never underestimated the stupidity of the humanity. Sighing to herself, the redhead leaned backwards against a shelf while pursing her lips and taking another swig at the mysterious flask.
Izumi's throat burned as she tried to regain herself, the cinnamon spiced amber nectar filling her mouth with bursts of heat and flavor. "Ahem." What now? Izumi looked to the side, viewing a small elderly looking woman who was glaring towards her just a couple of feet away. Her gnarly hand was pointing towards the flask which was clearly visible in her hands, before she took one step closer. Trying to seem intimidating perhaps, which wasn't really working when she was tiny, old, and frail. Izumi wondered if she would need to do anything more than sneeze to blow that bother away. "It's not allowed to drink in here, young lady. Don't you have any respect?" The fiery young Karisuma smirked at the old woman and took a swig giving her look that begged her to do something about it. Deliberately, she took her time to taste it slowly, while watching the old woman turn almost red with fury. If I'm lucky, she's gonna have a heart attack soon. "Look, it's not like I'm pouring the drink on the books and the flask has a lid. I'm not even touching the books. So just go on and mind your own business, 'kay?"She gave a scowling face towards the woman, and sure enough with a lot of grumbling and offended huffing over the rudeness of the younger generation the old bat turned and stomped away with whatever books she had been searching for earlier. That's right, walk away you old bag. But Izumi didn't smile in triumph over that small personal victory. She just stared after the elderly woman, and then wondered why she was like this. Why did she always respond to her problems with anger and sarcasm.
“I guess there's a reason I was born attuned to fire." Her chuckle was soft as she sipped down the rest of the flask, in the tone of her voice there was a clear self-mocking direction taken, while the girl crouched down and looked lazily over various titles. Izumi's mood had gone sour from her ill reception at this library. It was killing her ability to pay attention. Right now, she could start reading the same page four times and still not get what she was reading, because her mind kept jumping around or she noticed suddenly a fly buzzing over her head and so it went on. Izumi wasn't always on such a hair trigger, the loss of her mother and her home village had changed her a bit, made her meaner and harder. She was healing every day but she just wasn't sure if she'd ever be carefree again, the visions of death and despair that she sometimes saw in her nightmares were constant reminders. Izumi kept grabbing books at random and reading them to get the gist of their content. She groaned, reached her hand out, and grabbed a thick book with a dark green cover. Sitting down on the floor, her blue eyes scanned out the name of the book and the Karisuma had to bite back her laughter. The Quest to Achieve Green Fingers. Yes, that was exactly what she needed, to know how to grow the perfect grass and perhaps a few pretty flowers. Rolling her eyes, Izumi opened the book in the middle and with a raised eyebrow started reading, perhaps there was some hidden knowledge contained within its text, however her still brooding anger did not allow the words to make sense.
1,218 words.
Hokage: 
Kazekage: 
Raikage: 
Tsuchikage: 
Mizukage: 