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Post by Zyosetsu on Jun 21, 2010 0:03:34 GMT -5
Zyosetsu is seen walking from village to village as he always does, taking money and learning secrets from each place, along with trying their finest ramen on each trip. Yet in one village, he had overheard two men talking of something that was supposed to be a secret. "Hey man, I heard about the gathering of all of those people too.", the second man spoke quietly. "Are you talking about that thing Dar-", he was cut off in his words by an official, a rather crude person that seemed to come from nowhere, but was actually listening to their coversation from a roof above. The official had stabbed both men and looked around the near-desolated place. He had then noticed Zyosetsu at the ramen shop nearby, walking towards him with his blade out, gesturing for the ramen house owner to go away. With a snatch of Zyosetsu's right arm, the official had caught his attention. "Hey kid, you're going to have to come with me. I know you've heard too much.]" Zyosetsu sighed quietly, picking the bowl of ramen and sipping at it's juice before peering his right eye to the official, his eye shifting from his blade back to his eyes, placing the bowl on the table. "Very well then, I haven't heard much, but rules are rules I suppose."
The two walked to the village's largest house, the official knocking on the door as a rather old man had opened, gesturing for him to take Zyosetsu in. The official did as told, taking Zyosetsu to a dark room with only a chair in it, shoving Zyosetsu towards it as three other mysterious men are heard unsheathing their blades. "So then.. What is this?", Zyosetsu had asked. "You're not in a position to be asking questions, punk. But since you're going to die, you might as well know what for. It's just one thing, you heard what that man said and you saw me kill him; so, you will die now.", an official spoke in reply. Zyosetsu sighed as the officials then started to rush towards him in a vicious motion, lowering his head as the first blade was sent towards him in a stabbing motion, using his left hand to push the blade away to a 45 degree angle so that it would defend him against the blade behind him, lunging towards him. He then sent his right palm to the chest of the official with force, due to the direct impact, it had sent the official backwards. Two remained, but there wasn't time for thinking. One official had swung a blade down at Zyosetsu as the other picked up the first official's blade, now having two. He blocked the second official's downward slice by allowing his body to drop as his arms held him up, his left sandle catching the blade with a few movements of his ankle, the sword's hilt was thrusted into the second official's chest, Zyosetsu now springing forward from the stored up pressure in his arms, delivering a roundhouse kick to the second official's left temple with his right leg, the force of such knocking him to the ground with a powerful thud.
One official remained, the third with two blades drawn. "You've done well to take out those two... But they were weak, unlike me.", he had claimed. "Also.. You're not just some regular villager.. Who are you?" "I wish you had asked that earlier when I asked what was going on...[/b]", Zyosetsu scoffed to the side, brushing himself off. "I am Zyosetsu Fujimoto... Now, do you mi-[/b]", he had spoke, only to be cut off by another interruption. "Z-Zyosetsu..?" The official threw the two blades to the ground and immediately bowed to him, rushing towards the exit and unlocking it. "My deepest apologies, I hadn't any clue who you were!", he spoke, now running off to the old man and speaking to him about who Zyosetsu was. The old man was stunned, now walking towards Zyosetsu and giving him a half-bow. "Young Zyosetsu.. Please, forgive us. We cannot tell you what is going on in this village, but you must follow this map and cannot be late!" Zyosetsu walked away from the village with a small sigh, not really wanting to go, but curious on what was so special about it, reading the map with a bit of confusion on where to go. "So troublesome..."
He had followed the map to a boulder, blankly staring at it until he shrugged a bit, sitting beside it and folding the map, withdrawing a kettle full of his special tea leaves, sugar and water, along with one cup of tea. In an instant of sitting the cup down, he preformed several handseals, raising his right hand's middle and index fingers to his bottom lip, chanting a few words as a small black flame was ignited, simply touching the kettle as he hears the inside liquid boil, seperating the fingers as he pours the cup full of tea, sitting the kettle aside as he picks the cup up with his right hand, sipping of it, holding his hat down so that the sun didn't glare into his shadowed eyes.
He had waited only about fifteen minutes until he felt a strange aura, one that he had not felt in years. Hesitantly, he looks up only to notice someone who was legendary from his fighting skills, Darkslayer Zodiark. "Come in, Zyosetsu. You're more than welcome... You've almost missed the speech." Zyosetsu nodded and followed him through the boulder, guessing it was only an illusion considering they walked right through it, down a few decrepid stairs as he soon hears men yelling and fighting, alcohol being drank and spilled, greeting Darkslayer and Zyosetsu alike. Zyosetsu couldn't believe it. Sephiroth Divinite Neos, leader of the Neos clan, Darkslayer Zodiark, leader of the Zodiark clan, Mikahel Angel'us, leader of the Angel'us clan and Tala Valkov, leader of the Valkov clan, they were all here. Yet, everyone stood in silence once a strange figure appeared on a stage, to a microphone. "Legends, elites... Great men of time.. Lend me your ears. Our time of ruling is in three months... We will take over the Fujimoto and Kitsumoto manors to slaughter those who fight lesser than-", he was suddenly interrupted. "Fujimoto? Kitsumoto? Do you mean the two clans my father and Aden raised[/b]?!", Zyosetsu spoke out in fury, the crowd of exceptional skill turning to him, looking ready to attack. All that was heard was the occasional "Fujimoto...", and he was then shoved out by the legends with a traditional seal. Zyosetsu had now known was was going to happen, rushing towards the nearest town to prepare.
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Post by Vincent on Jun 21, 2010 0:15:58 GMT -5
Vincent was calmly strolling around in a random village. He had never been here, but who cares? The food was great, the weather was warm. All was calm. He walked a few more yards, chewing on tamasaburo, as he noticed a man running into the village. His steps slowed and eventually stopped as he stood to watch the mysterious stranger. He continued to chew on his candy slowly, more focused on the mysterious man than the delicious treat. He sat down in the shadows, observing.
"What could this man need? He's certainly not of this village. Perhaps he's a wanderer like me." Vincent wondered aloud as he followed the man slowly.
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Post by Zyosetsu on Jun 21, 2010 0:24:27 GMT -5
Zyosetsu continues to dash forward until he noticed another man watching him, yet ignoring it as he dashes straight into the ramen house on the left side of the man, ordering a bowl as he removes his hat, sitting it beside him. He knew he had wanted to stop the legends from killing innocence, but how could he? He wasn't even a legend himself, only a former elite. He sighed slightly, only wishing he hadn't left everyone behind, but he knew what would happen if he went back. God would challenge him daily, Mizawa would continue to try and assassinate him, and Uchiha would continue to steal from him, then scold him from stealing in the first place. He thanked the ramen house owner with a slight smile, pulling apart the chop sticks and eating his ramen with them, thinking to himself as he swam the noodles in the soup. "What if I can assemble a rag-tag team of villagers... Atleast their bodies can barracade the Fujimoto manor... No..[/b]" he sighed once more, starting to eat his ramen.
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Post by Vincent on Jun 21, 2010 0:29:32 GMT -5
Vincent watched as the man ducked into the ramen shop that Vincent had just walked into no more than an hour ago. Vincent, overcome with curiosity, walked into the same shop again, ordering a bowl of ramen. "So. I saw you dash in here. Surely you weren't so starving that you ran to a random village for ramen?" Vincent inquired, trying hard to act innocent. Vincent broke his chop sticks apart, quickly eating the ramen so fast, it appears that he inhales it. He thanks the shop owner and pays him, but continues to sit in the shop, waiting for the man's response.
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Post by Zyosetsu on Jun 21, 2010 0:34:54 GMT -5
"That voice...", he thought to himself, yet not looking to the man in disbelief. "Not at all... But, I suppose it would be my only relevant reason anymore.[/b]", he said as he sipped out the last of the soup from the ramen bowl, having his head down as he sighed in relief, his hair covering his eyes so that he wouldn't be tempted to look to the man. "So, why does it hold your intrest..?[/b]", he had asked, standing and picking up his hat, paying the ramen house owner as he places it on his head, walking out of it, presuming the man would follow. If not, his suspicions were cleared.
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Post by Vincent on Jun 21, 2010 0:51:01 GMT -5
Of course Vincent got up and followed. He was bored as hell, and needed something to occupy himself with OTHER than village hopping. "I can tell when someone is troubled. And I have nothing better to do for now. So I just thought I would try to help." He yawned after his last word, slurring it. He wrapped his cloak tighter around him, feeling exposed for some reason. He casually gazed around, but innocent as it looked, he was really watching for spies. He remembered his two brothers, not brother's of blood, but brother's of power and mind, Zyosetsu and Mizawa. The three always seemed to be tracked and spied on. Hunted down and attacked. Couldn't be too careful. "And if you find this place to be to public, I have a hideout not too far from here. Stocked with food, weapons, and the like." He never got a good look at the man, nor did he try to. The man's voice seemed famillar, but Vincent couldn't tell why. Perhaps he had known him from before his name was changed. He used to be Uchiha, but he was banished from his village. But now he was back. Sure, he was rusty, but alive.
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Post by God on Jun 21, 2010 1:27:45 GMT -5
When the women, the wine, and the juices flowed with the sounds of erotic moans Greed only gave a bolstrious laugh as he enjoyed his merry time. Greed wanted women, money, and power and right now he had it all to keep him occupied for the rest of the night. He took it from the bar in a stumbling manner and began escorting two prospective ladies out. It actually a rather they were escorting him out for his money but as he laughed his drunken sound he saw two men pass. The leery eyed man took in great detail a scent of traveling clothes and foreign places beneath his stale mask. His mask itself was a dragon laying on top of a hoarded pile of shiny treasures and inlaid with real speckled jewels too. It was what brought the women to this lucky go hardy man.
Greed reached up to raise the mask and gave rough beastial kisses to each of the woman that he was carried by on each side of him. He slipped a large coin into their mouths and two extra in their "Special Divide" with an deft pair of hands. "He pulled down his mask and whiped his hands on the dresses then stumbled after. "S'cuse me laddies. Bus'ness before pleas'er." He said and then jumped sloppily to the nearby roof. He didn't make a noise but he watched two men confront each other. Something told this gambling man that he should make a bet soon. Sneaking with skill like an experienced thief that he was Greed would try to make a bet with himself.
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Post by Zyosetsu on Jun 21, 2010 3:25:53 GMT -5
He chuckled to himself slightly as he had heard the man's words. "I never said I was in trouble...[/b]", he began as his body began to turn to the man who had followed him "... But a hideout does sound rather ideal...[/b]" He stopped once 75% of his face was visible to the man, but another thing caught his attention, the vulgar scent of indecency and common alcohol. He gazed around, nearly forgetting about the man who stood before him, trying to trace where the scent had came from until he noticed two women, giving them a disgusted stare before turning around and walking, thinking that it would have been something more to his intrest rather than two dirty girls roaming the streets.
"But anyways.. I haven't caught your name...[/b]", he spoke to the man behind him as he continued to walk towards the village's exit gates, presuming he would continue to follow along.
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Post by Vincent on Jun 21, 2010 12:27:38 GMT -5
Vincent continued to follow, occasionally looking behind him at the people walking around. "Name's Uc- Vincent. Vincent Valkir. And yours, stranger?" He spoke his last word as if the man was anything but a stranger. Vincent had an idea of who the man was, but he wanted the man to tell him himself. Vincent quickly took the lead. "Nevermind. You can tell me more about yourself when we get to the hideout." Vincent began to run, looking back every now and then to the man to make sure he was following.
Once they reached the hideout, which was just a large tree, Vincent gestured for the man to take a seat on a nearby stump. Vincent remained standing, his back to the tree. "Here we are. This is my hideout. Impressive?" Vincent asked with genuine pride. "Anyway. Your name?" Vincent asked, not looking directly at the man.
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